The blood continues to pour out of the orc's body slowly, seeping into the ground, her flesh, armor, life fading.. ---If there was life to express in the Priest, he would have been choking back his own fluids, his own tears. She lay there in front of him in blind agony; the pain too severe to cry out, to speak, to breathe... "I-it.." She sputtered, fresh blood surfacing, "..i-t-hur..ts.." "...Gods help us." The Priest's voice is shallow, a faint whisper in the damp air as he sinks to his knees by his fallen comrade. She in return slowly brings her arms up to welcome her friend on the floor, but she can not move them very far. The undead Priest gently reaches out to hold one of her hands, a holy and soothing aura emanating from the simple touch. He lays his other palm softly near her most grievous wounds and begins channeling all the healing power he could muster right into her. "Stay with me." He breathes shakily, his grip tightening on her hand. He wasn't going to lose her. Not yet.

really a nice scene. i like the clean lineart and the orc expression. good the choice to left the arms behind just a clear sign.

you know and this is clever cause it's like the epilogue of a couple of grunts in a RPG game that the player character rolls through and just slaughters and loots and thinks nothing of for the rest of eternity

man you almost make me want to play again.

its crack cocaine, don't do it! 'Bad enough I draw artwork of it :(

hmm damn scrolled to this and for a good five seconds I thought they were doing the nasties. I really love your lines and detail, looks great. the hand holding hers in the background brings the mood together. :)

Oh god, this is brilliat. I love the lighting; you have the way of making small bits of colours flash out (like the cyan and white) to create a real nice feel to your pictures. The...everything...in this picture is absolutely grand.

Very interesting....I like the blood and just the overall feel of this picture...