If Yi had learned anything from his travels, it was that the world had a way of dredging up past faces and presenting them in the most nondescript of places. Though the face, in this case, was an aura unmistakably sore to behold. While buying for supplies wherever he could find them, (and entertaining those who still managed to remember, years on, his visage from the crystal screens he used to battle upon) he spotted the inconspicuous soul quite… conspicuously.
“The crow flies far from his murder, it would seem.” Yi said, confronting the man with a slim smile on his visible features. Last time it had certainly been interesting, so his curiosity compelled him to speak. He did, at least for the other’s sake, try not to make a big deal of his words or his approach, “Though I suppose the last time you also flew to me alone. I am not sure you have a murder at all. How are the troubles of this world faring, friend?”
There’s a flash of blood red light as the last of the runes activates, then a snarl as something suddenly is yanked into existence. The creature that emerges from the glowing circle is a ghastly thing resembling a skinned and deformed man, muscles bulging and glistening and occasionally sticking out at funny angles. Its teeth are bared in a terrible grimace, and its eyes are nothing but two dark sockets. It lurches around for a moment, getting whatever bearings a zombie can get – then it notices the young man standing nearby and turns on him with a growl.
Victor, however, is more than prepared, and opens his attack with a sword slipped right through the monster’s ribcage. A few well-placed whacks sever both arms. Then, after a moment of dodging the creature’s flailing torso, another slice takes off the head. A final slam of the blade into what remains of the neck, and at last the monster is still. Moments later, it dissolves away into the wind. Victor wipes off his sword with his hanky, then gives his spell circle a frustrated glare. “I really wish I didn’t have to summon these things one at a time.”