My daggers sunk deep into the black scaled Lizardmen that prowled along the magma's edge, their hodgepodge gear of various metals, bones, and hides doing little to protect them from a pinpoint precise stab, the ice coated blade of Shatter cutting cleanly through their scales and tearing into the flesh beneath.
Thick blood oozed from the monsters wounds, pooling around them as they collapsed to the ground below me and slowly faded away into dust, leaving nothing behind besides some of their gear and the occasional fang, claw, or bone.
They had little value to us - not when our packs were already laden with Firefang and Coal Serpent parts, anyways - to warrant searching, though when we killed the entire tribe we took a moment to harvest their Cores if we could, since those were always worth a few pretty Silvers.
