"Sanguine Harvest: Bloodline of the Ancestor."
Answaen's voice filled the forest for a hundred paces in every direction, and within that circle, nothing dared to move. The light of torches seemed dimmer, and the sky that had been creeping ever so slowly towards dawn paused and retreated.
For one frozen moment, every eye stared, completely transfixed at the finger Answaen held like a hook over Quaniit's horn and the lurid, crimson glow that enveloped it.
Then, with the speed of a striking snake, the finger descended, striking Quaniit's brow at the base of his horn.
-THUNK-
The sound of her claw piercing his flesh and striking bone was unnaturally loud in the quiet clearing, but the sound was quickly overwhelmed by the blood-curdling scream that followed.
"AAAAA! AAAA!!!! AAAAAAAGGGRRRRRRR!!!!!"
