Bloodlust

Lorn and Yara shared a glance as the dead Bloodcritter twitched on the snow. A scarlet soul materialized in the air, hovering eerily in the air. The Bloodcritter's blood that was sprayed all over the snow moved on its own and reentered the ripple alongside its scarlet soul.

"Let it come closer so we can absorb it," Yara said.

"Yeah."

The two took two steps closer and the ripple widened even further. Dozens of limbs appeared at its gates, writhing desperately at the new prey.

"How many do you need to kill?" 

"30."

"Then let's kill them quickly."

They took two more steps and ripple widened even further.

Counting thirty Bloodcritters, Lorn and Yara took a dozen steps back to prepare for the fight. Dropping on the ground, the little spawns of hell immediately rushed towards them, screeching madly all the while.