Well, this was certainly not going as planned. To think that he, Zaknafein, an undead, unholy lich, would summon a holy warrior! Moreover, an undead holy warrior! It was almost as ironic as it was annoying. Maybe even a little more. But more importantly, he was not pleased. And a lich who is not pleased isn‘t any kind of lich to be around. Zaknafein looked up at his attacker, meeting a pair of angry crimson eyes—so like his own—with a glare of his own. Golden flames sprang to life in the summoned skeleton’s hands, and the summoned warrior brought them together to form another flaming orb above his head. Zak only had to feel the agonizing burn of those flames once to recognize them as being holy, and knowing that it wasn’t something he wanted to feel again. Zak suddenly decided that he didn’t want this creature as his servant anymore. He’d destroy it instead.

The lich pointed a finger at the summoned skeleton, an orb of unholy darkness flying from the bony digit to meet the holy fireball in midair. The two opposing forces crashed in an explosion of black and gold, canceling each other out. Rising slowly to his feet, Zak watched as the opposing skeleton brought the dual guns to bear again. Smirking, the undead mage silently erected an invisible shield around himself and watched as a series of bullets—all aimed expertly for his skull and key bone joints, he noticed—collapsed against it, falling to the ground in a cheerful rain of crushed disks. The other skeleton cocked its head thoughtfully before it finally holstered the guns and drew a broad longsword instead. The lich’s smirk faded away as the sword was enshrouded by those detestable flames.

Muttering under his breath, Zak watched as the barren ground of the plateau broke apart, skeletal hands and arms emerging from the rocky soil, leading the way for the rest of the undead soldiers. Armed with sword and shield, a dozen skeletons stood between Zak and Johnny, their undead grins turned towards Johnny’s own. Sword flashing, Johnny launched forward, weaving between the opposing force with each to stand before Zaknafein. His next spell already prepared, Zak leaned to peer past the surprisingly quick Johnny and watched as his freshly raised brigade fell to pieces, smoothly sliced bones clattering to the ground. The flaming sword flashed up again, slicing back down to tear effortlessly through Zak’s shield, burning it away in a wave of golden flames. Still, the ever-calm Zaknafein remained still.

Johnny rushed forward, sword leading, ready to pierce the lich’s skull. Holding up a hand, Zak coolly snapped his fingers, a large black disk appearing before the charging skeleton. Johnny tumbled through the portal, another disk opening a dozen feet away, and twice that distance up in the air. Highly amused by the sight of Johnny falling like a rock towards the ground, the undead mage snapped his fingers again, a dozen more portals popping into existence all over the plateau. Another, smaller, portal appeared at the lich’s elbow, and he plunged his arm in, his bony grasp tightened around a ridged, white chain. He was going to have fun.

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