(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Grosssuk kill manling slow, eat flesh!" he snarled, "Strew out remains
across Gray Waste!"
I gurgled.
"What manling say?" Grosuk snarled. His claws, already stained black by the
blood of his prey, dug into my throat.
"'agic 'issle." I pressed my fingers against his jaw.
The resulting blast knocked us away from each other, though his talons
drew ragged wounds along my neck as we flew apart. The burst of sulfurous
blood clouded my vision, and when I leaped to my feet and wiped my eyes
there was Grosuk, howling as the scraps of what remained of his jawbone
clicked uselessly.
Disoriented, he clambered after me, but I was quicker. I rounded about him,
leapt aside when he swiped. If he were wiser and calmer, he might've
surrendered and promised to leave Sebastion alone. No, a fiend is a
vengeful creature, else he wouldn't have threatened the mage in the first
place.
He got a few good scrapes in despite my dodging, and when he fell I could
feel my life hanging by a thread.
All this had better be worth it.
Sebastion smiled at my approach, though his lips immediately curdled at the
sight of my ruined face. "Good day, cutter. I presume you have completed
your quest?"
"Yesh, and I'h cong hor haht is due 'e."
"One moment please, cutter." Sebastion reached into his robe and removed
a small crystal ball. He gazed into it for a moment before returning his
attention to me. "I cannot thank you enough, cutter. I shall live up to my
part of the bargain. Are you ready?"
I nodded, "Yesh."
Plucking a vial from his belt, Sebastion poured a viscous purple liquid into his
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