Korr's charred corpse flew backward from the impact, launched by the force of Vox's swing like a ragdoll thrown by an angry child.
The body tumbled through the air, trailing smoke and the smell of cooked flesh.
It landed with a wet thud directly in front of the generals' feet.
Korr's head lolled at an unnatural angle, his neck clearly broken, his pale skin blackened by hellfire. His eyes stared up at the three generals with an empty stare.
Rynath's scaled skin went pale. Kaedor took a step backward, his merchant's composure cracking.
Even Loryn's perpetual detachment faltered, his hollow eyes widening slightly.
Inside the smoke, Vox stared at his hammer, then at where Korr's body had been. Horror crept across his scarred face as he realized what he'd done.
"No," Vox whispered. Then louder, his voice breaking: "NO!"
He spun, searching for Jack in the smoke, his fear transforming into desperate rage. "COME OUT! FACE ME!"
Movement appeared in the smoke.
