Griar was backed against the wall of a farm. He swiftly ducked, avoiding a high kick that blasted through the fragile wood, but the undead's control over his own body allowed him to nullify his strike's momentum and immediately follow a kick that landed against Griar's forearm.
The living was nearly pushed against the ground–But he used a wind spell to keep himself hitting the dirt, pushing himself to his feet, just in time to block another kick. He felt the bones on his forearm groan in protest as they strained to remain intact.
This confrontation was an elevating crescendo in intensity. Obviously, the vampire was purposefully playing with his food. As was typical of members of the Spearhead caste, Til'Tilim was after something he personally desired by fighting Griar.
