T E E T H
The creature whipped past, spines and teeth sticking from a sleek black muscular body. It had taken three knights with it. He signaled the retreat from the fissure. The Dholes were simply too big and fast to fight conventionally, especially in their natural habitat. The knights retreated and waited for the next order. The sacred fire began to crackle off his armour, moving like solid electricity, shadows given substance, evil thought with form. The knights scattered as the magical charge built until he let it loose with a howl of rage and pleasure, a searing blast of burning energy blasting into the fissure, a burning skull at its fore. In his mind he saw the tunnel ahead, directed to chase the Dhole, an almost liquid form twisting and squirming through the tunnels ahead, the energy bolt slowly gaining until it impacted. As it did so the chasm bottom seemed to rock in a minor earthquake, stones rattling from above. A few larger rocks tumbled down as well as the creature went through its death throes down below, until a minor rockslide started, another knight being crushed by a boulder and a second huge rock hurtling towards the Death Lord himself. He flicked it aside with a whim of magical might, shattering the stone into fragments as he did so, also knocking several more of his minions to the floor. He drew himself up, allowing the energy he had summoned to fade back into the outer planes. Get in there and drag it out! if it's still alive then keep it that way - we need its blood to be fresh!
The knights marched forward, loyalty pushing them into the fissure ahead. The Death Lord stretched inside his armour. The spell would go ahead as planned, the Liche would be raised. Almost a shame, he preferred a proper battle with a chance for glory and tactics. He heard a few stones rattle behind him, put it down to the rockslide settling, then turned and saw the second Dhole, summoned by the death of its mate. Huge and wormlike, multiple mouths unfolding as it smelt him out. He readied another bolt but was too late, the creature simply dropped its head forward, smashing him flat in an instant, a smear of blood, flesh and mangled armour, a few sparks of energy crackling into ground. The Dhole then squirmed across the canyon floor to where the other knights had entered the fissure, before following them down into the dark, its mouths readying for the feast.