LEEERRROOOY JENKINS!!!!

I trusted my instinct and went for it like before that I have always does. The ghosts are caught off guard by my speed and ferocity. One tried to strike at me but I'm already behind them, ready to be their chiropractor. My hands became of those beast with sharp iron claws and shoves it in their ass. Ectoplasm spreads like a hose dousing a fire and they disappear into clouds.

The other ghosts disappears and their weapons falls to the ground with a clang. The strange man yelps and pleads in mercy. Uldar stops me from further beating I'm about to release to them.

"Enough of this! Tarchan, this is the another minion of our Dark Lord and you will give they required, you understand?!" Uldar scolds the strange man.

"Meh! You expect me to put service for this humanoid grotesque creature? I bet they don't have prick to plow into!"

"Ain't that a compliment! Get here and I'll slap your ass like the ghost I have done earlier! I'll show a good plowing!" Woah, that came out of nowhere from my mouth.

"Silence!!!" Uldar echoes as they assert their form of a very familiar one I fought. They have this tendrils coming out of their cloak, lashing out to those who dare try to disobey them.

I wonder what's under that? Silly mind, nothing of course. What can I expect to have is nothing of my head rolling across the floor.

"Do whatever they require of you, Tarchan." They strangle Tarchan's neck whoy now gasping for air, "I don't have to repeat myself you hear?!" Uldar's voice changed to baritone rather than their usual tone as it's irritating.

"Y-yes... Master..." Tarchan struggles to speak as their face goes blue.

"Good." Uldar drops them and Tarchan coughs on the ground. He recover fast and now stare at me solemnly yet with tinge of anger, "Be quick about it! I don't like over complicated orders." He bares his broken teeth. I requested them of what I need for my weapons; Upgrade my Seared Spear and Quicksilver bullets.

He nods and takes my weapon, tossing aside the other works. He begins to inspect it and seeing their eyes darts in every detail.

"Impressive of craftsmanship, I bet you stole this in the canals huh? Not surprised, this beauty is going take a while."

He waves us away and Uldar pushes to go out. Back again in the Halls of Shadow, Uldar brings me to the "Pitch's Kitsch Shade". I try to ask them what that means.

They refuse to elaborate, "It's a loooong story... You don't wanna know for the last adventurers made a mess in here. The previous minions exerted by the powers of the Dark Lord have done their deeds was awarded yet... Ugh! That last summon is a disaster! A waste of power by the Dark Lord himself! I knew that they sucked but no, they didn't listen just like earlier you know?"

I have no words for this. I try to suppress my tickling laughter inside my lungs with mouth cheeks puffed.

"Hahahaha!!!" I cried out loud which booms the entire hallway.

Uldar looked confused as if I have lost it which even promoted me to laugh more. I wipe my tears of joy and huffed to stop.

"Are you done dying? Can I dispose of you now?"

I hold my hand to them and slapped my thigh. I face them and I compose myself.

"Sorry, my broken sense of humor made me do it and I can't believe you did it."

"Did what?"

I giggle, "Just a joke I heard of... Yeah it's nothing to be concerned. It's a horrible, I apologize."

They narrow their gaze and we stood still in eerie silence.