The Dark Priest watched as this lesser man fell to the ground, dead. Or, at least seemingly dead. Krenth wasn't going to take any chances. The tall man continued to swing at the body of Viktus, specifically the head. He swung, and swung, and kept swinging until his head was little more than a smear on the ground. Then, just to add insult to injury, Krenth used the sleeve of Viktus's robe to wipe off his mace, removing the blood and gore. Nodding once with satisfaction, he turned his attention to the girl.
She seemed to be losing blood at a rapid pace, as evidenced by the wound in her stomach. This could not do. He repeated his prayer from earlier, eye twitching as the force of tapping into such dark magics chipped away at his mind. However, he had been careful not to overuse his power, so he knew he had plenty of time before he was permanently damaged.
He placed his left hand over the injury, which promptly began to seal itself, leaving only the faintest of scars. He then shook Naro, but only enough to try and rouse her. He could not damage the person he just went through all the effort of saving. "Awaken, girl! I do not have time to stand here while you sleep all night."