He was on the prowl. Fully armored and mind focused on the one thing that mattered to him right now. The hunt, to be specific the hunt of the Mordecai that were to close to his forest. He closed the distance between himself and his enemies, using his ability to warp shadows to his will to make sure they couldn't see him and as a short range teleport.
It was then that Gerving went in for the kill. He appeared out of nowhere from their perspective, shrouding the entire group in darkness. Before his prey even had a chance to register what was going on the monstrosity was already in action, from decades and decades of training to fight like this. With fluid motions he put his long wicked claws to quick work, slashing throats and finding weak spots in armor with ease. Until he was to his last victim. The last one to fall always died seeing his face. So as he pushed to sword of her fallen comrade through the heart of the last Mordecai, Gerving leaned in close to her and whispered one last thing to her. "Your god is nonexistent. Enjoy your eternity of nothing"
He went on his way though, feeling nothing of his newest kills. Although unlike normal he didn't go back towards his cabin through the woods, he felt a need to walk the road just a while longer but he couldn't figure out why...
