The tribesmen who witnessed their comrade's head erupt into a spray of crimson stood frozen in shock. They might be savage and far from the thinking patterns of civilized folk, but fear — that, they understood well enough.
Eccar's sharp, Dragonborn eyes caught the subtle shifts in their bodies as they began to edge away. They retreated, slow and wary, casting uneasy glances at him as they backed into the mist.
He smirked, finding the whole display more amusing than threatening.
But his amusement didn't blind him to the danger still looming. For the adventurers behind him, the situation was far from safe.
Their vision was choked by the thick, creeping mist, and that would make close combat chaotic and deadly. No matter how strong they were, if they couldn't see their foes, their power meant little.
