Pestilence charged into the crowd of goblins and orcs, his silvery black halberd whirling about him, slicing into nearby foes, their crismson life fluid spraying onto his midnight colored mount and his already gore incrusted armor.

A spear stabbed upwards, peircing him though the weak point in his plate mails under arm. Pestilence eyes blazed a sickly yellow as he turned, slicing through the spears wooden handle before he raised his left hand making a careless waving gesture outwards, a yellow mist seeping into rank upon rank of the horde.

Those who breathed it fell to the ground, retching as blood began to pour from their nostrils and between their lips, unable to move as they began to feel the accelerated affects of several horrible diseases afflicting their bodies all at once. Most died within the first few moments and those that lasted longer wished they had been as lucky as their bodies turned against them, ripping and dissolving, unable to withstand the deadly assualt that tortured their frames.