The Myrdraal slunk back to its master, warily. It was frightened of what the horrible man intended to do with it. Fain was atop one of the buildings near where the battle had taken place. Gazing down he was carefully inspecting the death of everyone in the fog. "So," Fain said, not turning to see it. "You've failed. That isn't good at all. Now, where did I put those nails?" He began sifting through his pockets.
The Myrdraal flung itself on the ground before Fain. "Please," It hissed, "Another chance. I'm far more useful alive." Fain looked over the creature dispassionately.
"Very well." He said, making a dismissive gesture. "Should you fail again, I won't be so lenient." With that, Fain unsheathed his dagger and cut his hand, letting the blood drip down. The drops landed, darkening the floor. A moment later, several heavily armored men burst through the city and began a rampage. They seemed to focus on trying to kill another heavily armored man, though before they could he warped away. Interesting. The other armored warriors seemed furious and began destroying large portions of the city and killing everyone in sight. Perfect. "Come, creature." Fain said, making his way to the stairs, "I believe I've just found some allies."
