*Writhing in pain, screaming horrible deaths, the remaining guards slowly whither, the energy devouring their life, their souls, their bodies. Shal'mak watches, uneffected by the deaths of the guards. Spinning his head to the right, further down the way they came, he can hear the clammer as additional guards make their way to the source of the sound. Turning his head back towards the cell, he shows an evil grin, his eyes full of malice. And with a wave of his hand, a small section of the wall busted sideways, and rammed into the back wall of the cell, near the Deathknight. This was a message to run, to escape, for he would be pursuing with his attacks, his wrath, his might.*
Oh this is going to be fun...! >:}