Slowly, the corpse with the mullet stood. He grunted, his eyes glowed an insidious red. His jaw hung agape, blood poured from the fatal wound. He was now an undead under Reilyn's control. Glaring daggers at the man with the ponytail, Reilyn flung his hand outwards, extending it towards his foe. "Tai!" |Go!| He ordered. "Anupet kur maemi'de ruia keu." |Attack your good friend for me.|

The dead man lumbered forward. The man with the ponytail gripped his dagger tight as cold sweat ran down his forehead and spine. "What the fuck?" He shuddered, ducking out of the way of the large, mindless corpse. He spun his dagger towards Reilyn and ran towards the Elf, "You monster!" He screamed. 

In mere seconds, the undead man leaped protectively in front of Reilyn. Aggressively, the shorter man charged the corpse, his blade glinting in the moonlight. The undead grabbed the ponytailed man's wrist mid slice, gripping it roughly. The man with the ponytail struggled, trying to pull his arm free. Before he could, the undead's other hulking fist crashed against his face. 

The shorter man cried out, reeling from the hit, but he managed to twist his body and pull his arm free. He frantically reached up, locking his arm around the undead's neck and pulled his former friend to the forest floor. 

As Reilyn watched, he backed up and began preparing a spell. While Reilyn muttered the vocal incantation, the ponytailed man lunged towards him, aiming the blade for his throat. 

"Kygniss tae-" |Fire explo-| Reilyn was cut off, he lifted his arm to guard from the blow with his bracer. 

He didn't make it in time.

The ponytailed man's dagger tore through the flesh of his biceps. 

—

Reilyn flinched, gripping the open, bloody wound on his arm. He kept his eyes towards the floor. Crimson ran down the blade Llyma held. The older woman hummed and gracefully wiped the dagger clean. Reilyn winced as he glanced up at her. 

"Llulti re tribus gwum'igo taigis kyut kyptur ku tebude carante re ku'ghibere?" |How many times am I going to have to catch you studying before you stop?| Llyma sighed, she put her dagger away and affectionately ran her fingers through Reilyn's hair. He kept his eyes from meeting hers, moving his hand to see the painful, bleeding wound she had left. Beside him, a couple feet away, a book was tossed on the floor, open facing downward, pages bent, some were torn. The text on the cover read Quont'ebu re Let'Mors |The Study of Necromancy|. 

Llyma took note of Reilyn refusing to meet her eyes and scowled at him. She tore her hand from his hair, and deftly smacked him across his face. The force sent Reilyn tumbling to the floor. He whimpered, gripping his arm tighter, his blood running in between his fingers and down his arm.

Reilyn slowly sat up, raising his gaze to meet hers. He glared with detestment, but the pained grimace was still on his lips. Llyma smirked down at him. "Yavah kubui uet kyven kyut kea llalam." |Wash yourself and come to my chambers.| Reilyn didn’t speak in response. A strained smile crossed his face and he nodded. Llyma gave him one last condescending grin. She made sure to kneel down and grab the book he was studying to confiscate it as she left. 

Reilyn shakily stood, refusing to loosen the grip on his arm, his body quivered. He leaned against the wall to take a couple deep breaths. 

—

"Ku keu'ertyn." |You belong to me.|

"Dimquis ysporum keu pobrat ku'carpio." |Nobody other than me could want you.|

"Migo'botem mwaci re ku uod glos'bo drediall." |I will make you an obedient little flower.| 

—

Reilyn looked coldly at the ponytailed man. His hand coiled around the slash on his biceps. He ducked out of another blow. Reilyn struck out a low kick, buckling his opponent's knees, knocking the man to the dirt. He landed with a grunt, shifting, trying to stand back up.

"Kyptur brillel." |Hold him.| Reilyn ordered the undead man. The corpse nodded and pinned the smaller man's arms to the ground. The ponytailed man had no chance to escape his dead friend's grip. 

"How do you," Reilyn growled. His crimson eyes glared down at the man with searing rage, "deserve to die?"

An ominous, dark figure of death, his eyes glowed against his blue skin; a darker blue marking was painted down his left eye. The reaper's long silver hair swayed gently in the breeze, his oversized cloak of raven feathers draped over his shoulders, shifting and dancing in the night air as well. 

He traced his talwaar along the man's chin.

The Human struggled, panicked, his breathing staggered. "H-hey look, it was just a squirrel! I'm sorry!" His erratic eyes flickered between the gouged face of his dead friend and Reilyn’s enraged scowl. 

Reilyn slowly, agonisingly, moved the tip of his sword up to the man's forehead, digging it into his skin. The man whimpered, his eyes wettening. 

"Taepitu." |Explosion.|

The ponytailed man's head exploded into a bloody mess.