The Blood Sorceress can be felt before she is seen. The prickling of the hairs on your arms, the uneasy rumble in your gut, the tightening of your fists. Then the cold breeze as she glides through the air with an almighty shriek.

Behind her clunks her mysterious man servant, he emits a foul stench and never speaks, only ever following the commands of his Mistress, somewhat robotically.

Two minis, supplied unpainted cast in high quality metal. Single piece, 28mm scale.