Bab 343: Fear The Night : Loyalty

"Little ghoul… Where are you?" Bough spoke in his usual tone, giggling like a schoolgirl as he held up the terrific weight of tons of earth and stone bearing down on him, Vwoldtnir had not attempted anything fancy, and done the usual thing he always did when fighting anything, which was not something he did very often even though he was a gravelord.

He buried Bough alive, piling up stone and dirt on top of him, but the shieldmaster was not giving in, even managing to lift his shield up even as more and more weight was stacking up, groaning alongside his shield, ignoring the ghoul lord as he crawled in front of his visor once more, repeatedly erupting with his blinding light, ribs squirming, the teeth inside the throat grinding against one another.