Every punch delivered by Seth made the banshee wail in terror. She couldn’t scream due to all the strikes to her neck. She couldn’t block due to all the concussions.

“Help,” she muttered, by the wraith was kept away by Alastar. The dark mage was on his last leg, but he only needed a few more seconds until one his enemies would be dead.

But then, a rapier’s strike forced the pixie to retreat. The pale zombie had left Chloe behind and came to save his comrade. Worse yet, with his movement, the rest of his army followed suit. The princess was forced to chase after them, so her entire battlefront surrounded Seth and the commanders.

“Crap,” spit the pixie. The created mess had given Alastar the chance to escape, but it made him lose track of his target. “Come here lady!" he shouted. "Let me adjust your vocals!”

Instead of the banshee, his scream alerted the wraith which blinked behind his back and set him and the undead around him ablaze.

“Do not lose focus!” shouted a half zombie half skeleton zombie before jumping into the flames.

“For freedom!” added a death knight while slicing the enemy zombies.

Unfortunately, the death knight’s screams alerted Nijaz who had run away from the Queen to check out the battlefield. With one twist of his countless wrists, he sent of barrage of energy spheres which eviscerate the undead.

“No!” shouted Seth as if he had lost a brother. “Not that guy!”

He flew into the lich, filling him holes and cuts. From behind, Queen Helena’s gigantic axe sliced the commander in half.

“This is fate,” Seth smiled.

“Where’s my daughter!?” shouted the queen.

“Here!” Immediately, the queen mowed through the undead, be they friend or foe, all the way to the princess.

“Where do you think you’re going?” shouted the wraith while blinking in front of her along with a tornado of flames. With her eyes still on Chloe, the queen sliced through the wraith and continued her path. As if decided by the Gods, nothing could stop Helena from reaching her daughter.

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“No!” a terrible wail sent shivers into everyone's hearts. The banshee flew to the wraith’s side, grabbing her severed head and crying so loud it put microphones to shame.

“Why!?” she shouted snapping even Alastar out of his blink. Finding himself between a skeleton and an ogre zombie, he jumped on the latter’s back and resumed his role as commander.

“Protect me!” he ordered trying to hide his fear.

Back at the banshee, Seth had flown to her side with a parting gift of lightning and flames.

“So, you can finally sing!” he cackled like a madman. However, before he could deliver his blow, Nijaz’s arms slapped him out of the way and the pale zombie commander tried to pierce through his back. Seth managed to avoid the latter’s attack, though he was beyond pissed about the slap.

“I swear to God,” he muttered. “After I conquer this world, I’ll make it so all wars are fought one on one.”

“This is the end!” shouted Nijaz.

“You know that’s never the case!” Seth bellowed in frustration. “How about we fly out of here to fight before something else happens?”

“Silence!” said the lich. He and the pale zombie commander charged together towards the pixie’s location. They mowed through the undead in their path, be they friends of foes, or half dead already.

“Die! shouted Nijaz before a great shadow appeared above his head.

“See?” Seth shrugged. “Told you.”

The last remaining fortress with all of its gigantic might fell on top of everyone’s skulls. In a fraction of a second the chaotic battle was silenced.

Some time later, one lone mage managed to blink on top of the rubble.

“Did I win?” Alastar placed his hands on his hips. Being the sole survivor of such a conflict did have its merits, specifically an endless supply of high level corpses.

Suddenly, the fortress split into two, then into four, then into so many pieces its remaining structure and walls collapsed onto itself. Ten abominations in humanoid, pixie, and squirrel forms rose up from the ashes. They all stared at each other like mortal enemies ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

Above their heads, somebody was clapping. He started off slow but grew in speed to the point of mockery.

“Out of 20.000 warriors only 11 remain,” said the hero. “Not bad.”

“Hey, we’re still here!” Eligos shouted from the sky. The hero, David, raised his arm and threw a fireball towards him. It exploded with such force that it blew up Beelzebub’s entire army. Some were disintegrated, others blown away, and many simply fell from the sky like red raindrops after the storm.

“As I was saying, congratulations!” the hero clapped once more. “Now, I would give you a prize, but half of you are on my payroll and the other half are invaders. So, besides Queen Titties, everybody else grab your shit and bugger off! Unless you want to fight me of course.”

In that moment all eyes turned towards a single person. The pixie’s fate hung in the balance.