The creature snarled. It could feel darkness in solid for approaching. He had been seen. That wasn't good. That was twice now, that creatures of magic had spotted him. That just wasn't good for business.
Fuck that, he was in for a good fight anyway.
He smelled them first. The deep stench of souls that should have been in heaven or hell, depending on their lives, were here, in the control of a creature of darkness. Haldor was a creature of darkness. Made sense that they could feel him. He now saw them, stepping out of the underbrush, the powerful runes on their bones hurting his eyes. His muscles tensed, and a deep growl erupted from his throat. His poison would have been useless against against these creatures, but his powerful, crushing strength should do the trick.
He jumped easily to a tree, twenty feet up. The creatures looked up, but it was gone again, hammering down on one of the undead, pulverizing the skull. The creature just got back up. An irritated growl, and a deep bite out of the rest of the creature. It dropped, dead. Again.
Well, that was one. The creature looked up, and saw dozens more. Dammit.