He snarls, and jumps on his back, biting him on the neck. Slaen suddenly feels paralyzed, some black magic taking control of his body, rendering him motionless. He takes a draft of icy blood, and the wounds the spirit had done to him close. He releases his jaws from around his neck, and jumps off his back, up to the ceiling, where he hangs like a bat. His eyes glow a evil red. "Did your precious Lady save you? Did she come to defend you from the [i]undead! No![/i] The gods just use mortals to do their dirty work. They are completely worthless!"