Page 70 - NIMROD E BOOK

testing his general surroundings with his sharp detects.
Hearing a black out stirring sound, Romy looks into, seeing a window ornament of greenery a few feet away. She steps forward, expanding her weapon. She comes to forward with her free hand, contacting the greenery.
Behind the window ornament a slight moving of dull structures happens. Nimrod and Romy interruption and after that with a sudden development, clears the greenery aside.
They see a dark blast of rippling wings as flesh eating flying creatures surge past a warrior's body. His face seizes into a cover of ghastliness, his demeanor sliding into a condition of finish, crude stun, his eyes gazing transfixed, inches far from the sneering demise smile of a human face, topsy turvy, totally stripped of skin.
Reeling, his body desensitized by the sight before him, Nimrod staggers in reverse, stops and takes a look at Romy.
Vines strung through their Achilles ligaments, the body of their warrior, cleaned and gutted, hang suspended in the think, choking out air, humming