"Then I'll bring it back again," Damien replied simply. "Over and over if I have to. It's expendable."
He pushed two fingers to his temple and whispered directly to the creature's soul through the threads of death.
"Run fast. Don't get spotted. Don't touch the Orchid, dig underneath. Wrap your little hands around the roots, and if anyone sees you… die quiet."
The rabbit-skull-thing blinked once, then nodded. It turned and darted off into the chaos, skipping between bones and battlefield debris with eerie grace. Its wings gave it tiny, erratic hops like a mangled butterfly.
"I can shield its aura for thirty seconds," Damien murmured. "If it gets close, it has a window."
They watched in silence as the tiny undead zipped along the edge of the plain. No one noticed. They were too busy fighting. Too blood-drunk to notice a little nothing zipping across the battlefield.
