A soiled phlegmy hum rang in her ears; the impact was taken as a victory.

She anticipated that there would be another spell to cast. Finishing him off while he was down, she was ready to stop it and hopefully buy him some time to stand back up. But that was not the case. It started moving instead, a sluggish and slanted walk toward Duncan. The movement made no sense to her at first, but the closer it drew the more she panicked with another ping in the back of her mind. It wasn’t hard to recall her being bitten when the group she had faced got the chance. The slow dragged walk was a torment to watch. Each step she tried to stop, to turn, to distract, anything but each step was shortly followed by another.

Soon she stood next to him, her discolored hands ready to claw at him. Get up! She continued repeating as her foul gaze was stuck on him. She screamed and just as she stood above him the movement halted, dead eyes looking down at him, her fingers paralyzed as claws. Her mouth gaping open and breathing rot and spoiled breath onto him.