The wooden barricade was holding, if barely. The press of zombies and skeletons clashed into Hueryss's defenders. Fritz and Ada fought side by side as a never ending tide of undead stacked bodies against their defenses. The burning corpse of the gatecrashing monstrosity had caught surrounding buildings on fire. The slow blaze would eventually ignite the packed neighborhood. The city was set to become an inferno.
A retreat was inevitable. From their current position, they could go on for a bit. Yet the enemy never ceased, and the night was still young. Eventually the beastkin warriors fighting alongside Fritz would falter making them easy prey. He needed his companions to return, and verify it was safe to retreat.
Ada's onyx rapier flashed forward smashing a skeletal warrior's skull into dust. The rest of its body collapsed. Reloading his gun, Fritz aimed over the barrier. Both barrels ignited as the gunpowder exploded. The sliver slugs smashed into bone and flesh pulping two zombies.
"Hold on! We just need to hold out for a little longer!" Fritz yelled above the conflict. Idly he wondered if the other warriors even heard him. They fought with a ferocity he had never seen in his old world. Sword, spear and mace struck forward into the mass of dead. Blood pooled upon the barricade as their wounds mounted.
Behind Fritz, muskets and their single cannon were reloaded. Payloads of grapeshot were being shoved down the barrel as the crew readied the flaming linstock.
"Make way for the dragon slayer!" One of the beastkin shouted.
"Make way! Create some distance for the cannon to shoot!" Fritz shouted.
The lucky beastkin to be given muskets stepped forward past the cannon. Shooting into the mass of dead with a volley, Fritz watched a wave of undead fall before the cannon came forward. The flaming linstock was placed into the touch hole. In a volley of grapeshot the undead wave faltered.
"Pull back the dragon slayer!" The cannon crew retreated the cannon to reload it behind their comrades.
Ghouls had made their ways upon the nearby buildings.
"Ada! Look up!" Fritz shouted. He pointed towards the rooftops. Aiming his gun he took a shot at the amassing ghouls. In his haste, the shot went wide. "They're gonna flank us! They'll jump down over the barricades! We need to do something!"
The blonde wolfkin nodded as she clambered onto the barricades. Kicking away an errant skeletal hand, Ada jumped up onto the roofs. Flourishing her rapier she charged at the enemy.
"That's not what I meant!" Fritz shouted after her. Whether she heard him or not was irrelevant, Ada was running off again.
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Blood was in the air. Lilly von Erwenhest could smell the cloying sweetness as it wafted down to the sewers. Her eyes dilated, imagining the feast. The sound of battle drifted idly into the storm drains, as she walked down the slick sewers.
How long had she been down here, she idly wondered. Days, weeks, or years? Her time in the sewers blended together. No matter. Now was the perfect opportunity to leave.
No one would recognize the proud vampire now. Filth coated her hair and face a revolting black. Her ripped and tattered dress, was slowly destroyed by rats nibbling in her sleep.
Lilly stopped before the exit. Looking up, she spied the ladder leading to her liberation. No longer would she suffer. Lilly would be free to kill Fritz. The enchanted rapier in her hand screamed for blood. Lilly would be happy to oblige.
Hand over hand, she climbed. Her freedom had been earned at last. Removing the manhole cover she ascended into the city. Blood and fire wafted through the air. Lilly breathed in the freedom savoring her escape. The side street was empty. A mob of beastkin defenders were pressed into a defensive formation. Moving quickly Lilly jumped to the rooftops. Her filth encrusted rapier delighted in the chaos. Her tattered ruined clothes fluttered like a beggars.
Climbing onto a particularly tall three story building. She surveyed the battle. There he was. There he was all alone. There he was, and all Lilly could see was him and him alone. Nothing else mattered. Not the burning city. Not the undead swarming like the disgusting rats. Not the appetizing smell of freshly drawn blood. The blade sang in her mind.
"Kill him. Let us taste it again. Let us sup. Let us feast, child of night."
Fritz was vulnerable. He would be hers to kill.
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The city burned around Rose von Erwenhest. Her armored dress, polished to a shine, glittered in the whipping flames as she confidently strode down the main avenue of Hueryss. Her anger had never faltered, yet it was restrained in her manner. Her stride was measured and composed. Her form a perfect encapsulation of refined elegance.
The ceremonial executioner sword was held at the ready. The family's sword represented punishment. Its edge would cleave through anything. Sharper than the fangs of a dragon, it was ready to be unleashed upon this putrid city's inhabitants.
The undead horde parted around her. Her heels clicked upon the wretched stone. Her eyes wandered over the scenes before her. Idly, she wondered where her daughter was murdered.
A disgusting beastkin appeared. Her blonde hair waved with the motion of her charge. A familiar onyx rapier was gripped in the female warrior's hands. She cut through the undead in her path on her way to Rose.
Her thrusts were sloppy as she wielded the stolen blade. She was unrefined and bestial. Rose von Erwenhest slashed. Ada's survival instincts were fast yet not fast enough. The ceremonial sword ripped through the beastkin's flesh carving a path from her chest down to her stomach. Blood pooled from the trench left in the sword's wake. Wasting no time, Rose kicked the disgusting beast away. Ada's body gave no resistance, as it slammed into the side of a building far away.
The wafting scent of blood reached her nose. It clawed at her senses begging her to feast. Rose's eyes dilated in anticipation, yet she held back. The bloodlust would pass letting her cold inevitable vengeance take place.
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"Ada!" Fritz screamed. Abandoning the safety of his comrades, he ran forward. His heart jumped up and down in his chest. Fresh adrenaline surged through him as he raised his weapon. Skeletons and zombies were everywhere blocking the way. He fired. Metals slugs ripped through the nearby undead but it wasn't enough. He gripped the barrel with both hands, swinging the butt of the gun through the nearby undead like a half-mad barbarian. Musket fire popped behind him. Hueryss' defenders were screaming at him, unable to follow his lead. He threw a bottle of holy water as he finally forced his way past the enemy. In the middle of the boulevard there was a circle of calm. The mindless dead marched around an invisible bubble. In the eye of the storm, Fritz found his dying comrade.
Ada was bleeding everywhere. A puddle of sticky blood coated the ground around her. Thinking quickly, Fritz conjured a healing potion, before throwing it at her. The glass shattered, as the red liquid seeped onto her skin mixing with her blood.
"You're him, aren't you?" Rose von Erwenhest pointed her executioner sword at him. Fritz hit the action release on his weapon. The barrels of the gun opened as he pulled the empty shells out. Reaching into his pockets he pushed a set of slugs into the gun. Slamming the barrels shut he glared at the vampiric woman.
"I am." He said. "I'm getting tired of everyone trying to kill me and my friends."
"You are the cause."
"Huh?"
"You are the cause of all of this." Rose von Erwenhest gestured around her. "Because of you, this city will burn to the ground. Because of you, everyone will die. You should have just died. If you did, my daughter would still be here."
Rose von Erwenhest's voice carried like an icy dagger around the chaos. Undead minions commanded by necromancers moved around them towards the remaining beastkin. A large empty circle had been carved out isolating Fritz, Ada, and Rose in a sea of undead. The sound of conflict was behind him. The defenders were what seemed like miles away as Fritz stood alone.
"How the hell is this my fault?" He yelled. "You cannot be serious. I wanted nothing to do with this."
"It doesn't matter. Her absence will carry with me for eternity. Can you imagine it? To live forever, but without the ones you love? You lesser races are blessed. You will not carry the pain forever."
"Spare me. I have only acted in self defense."
"What is your name? What should I write under your epitaph? What name should I write after I mount your head over my fireplace?"
"Fritz." He said, shouldering his weapon. He pointed the weapon at the vampire.
The woman was quick. She accelerated like a bullet. Her blade was already pulling back to chop as he pulled the trigger. The gunpowder ignited, as time seemed to slow. The silver slug erupted from the barrel as Rose von Erwenhest dodged. Her charge went awry, yet she was still close enough to strike. Her blade swung upwards towards his head.
Fritz's brain couldn't keep up. His instincts took over as he tried to move backwards. His heels caught something. Bit's of skull arrested his retreat, causing him to stumble backwards. He fell to the ground as the blade clipped a bit of his falling hair.
"Lucky." Rose von Erwenhest said dryly. Her blade was held over her head in triumph. Ready to strike down.
Fritz conjured a vial of holy water throwing at the armored vampire lording over him. The vampire was quick. She dodged it easily, jumping backwards. The city burned around them as Fritz scrambled to his feet.
He hit the action release on the gun, trying to quickly reload. His opponent watched him. Her crimson eyes narrowed like a predator eyeing its trapped prey.
"I've never seen something like that." She said absentmindedly. "A weapon from your patron herself?" Rose asked. Fritz holstered his weapon and aimed. His fingers pressed into the trigger. The left barrel exploded as Rose von Erwenhest charged forward. Her reaction time was inhuman. Her speed was impossible to track.
She closed the distance with ease. Her blade reared back ready to split Fritz in two. Yet, Fritz had held back. The shotgun tracked her quick movement as she neared. Once she was in range, Fritz pulled the second trigger.
The silver slug shot out of the right barrel. It's trajectory was true as it hit the vampire's chest. Her armor dented as she closed the gap close enough to swing. Her blade flew wide from her original mark. Its incredibly sharp edge hit the barrel slicing through with unnatural ease. The amputated steel barrel of his shotgun flew high into the air.
Rose von Erwenhest was quick. Her ability to react was incredible. Recovering before Fritz even realized what had happened the vampire shot forward to grab the gun with her free hand. Ripping it away she threw the sawed off shotgun.
"You are weak. The seer was correct. Yet how did you kill my daughter? How did you steal our family's sword?" Her piercing crimson eyes demanded an answer. They flicked to the prone form of the bleeding beastkin behind Fritz. "Answer me." Rose demanded.
His fingers extended as his hands moved together. In his left hand pure potassium appeared, while in his right a vial of holy water was conjured. His hands clapped together before the vampire. The glass ripped his palms apart as holy water and potassium mixed together in a chain reaction. A small explosion shot through his fingers. Pure force rippled through his hands. Pain flared through him, as his eyes closed right before the sound hit him.
Droplets of holy water hit Rose von Erwenhest. Her pale skin burned as if she had been dipped in pure acid. The water had exploded into the nearby air coating her face and neck. She withdrew in a scream of pain, clutching her face with her free hand.
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Fritz's hands hurt. Something was broken. His mind was frazzled, yet he needed to keep fighting. He ran towards his shotgun.
Rose screamed in pain. Bits of her face ate away underneath the holy water. Her free hand tried to wipe away the burning water. Her fangs extended digging into the red rouge of her lower lips, as uncontrollable rage swept through her. Her pale, long fingers gripped the hilt of her executioner sword. The insect was running for his stupid weapon.
A cry of pure rage split the air. Her muscles contracted, heels digging into the road. Rose lunged, with her sword held high.
Fritz was scared. He had thrown himself into the gauntlet after Ada and he was now paying the price. When the cry hit him, he couldn't help but turn to look. She was coming fast. His mind whirled searching for a solution. Then it hit him, there was no way to come away unscathed. He raised his left hand up. He had advanced so far with his powers, and now it was time to put it to the test. Yet his momentum couldn't be stopped. His boots skidded on blood, as he toppled over. He saw the world change to an odd angle, as he summoned TNT, holy water, silver ball bearings, and now pure fire.
Unbeknownst to Fritz a second enemy entered the clearing. A cry of pure elated bloodlust escaped from Lilly's lips as she charged towards the falling Fritz. In her eyes there was nothing else, no one else. All she could see was him and her inevitable vengeance. In her hands, her family's blade whispered sweet mad fantasies to her.
A fast moving object appeared in Fritz's peripheral vision, as he hit the ground. The explosive ignited, as Rose swung. Fritz's fingers popped flying away from his stump. Errant ball bearings blasted him as a fine mist of holy water coated the air. His shoulder hit the ground as Rose's swing went awry.
A phantom specter at the edge of his vision took the blade. Its torso separated cleanly from its body as an onyx filth-covered sword clattered to the ground.
Blinking away his confusion Fritz scampered to his feet. Rose von Erwenhest screeched in pain. On the ground next to him was a filthy woman. Fritz spared the poor soul a glance. Her face contorted in agony. Filthy hair splayed over her face. He couldn't tell who it was, or what kind of beastkin it was. Fritz had no time, Rose was already recovering. He held out his ruined left hand. A bloody nub stared back at him. Rose charged him again. Pulling on his core he forced magic through his veins, yet he was not fast enough.
For all his magic, he couldn't beat the speed of a higher undead. Fritz was far too slow. He was beyond weak in comparison to the beings that inhabited this world.
The executioner sword forced him to a standstill before he even felt the pain. The blade had separated through his shoulder and collarbone, stopping just before slicing through his heart. Fritz's left arm hung crooked. His left hand was pulped into ruined gore. His brain couldn't comprehend what happened. The sword cleaved his flesh open. Blood spurted like a fountain into the air, coating the ceremonial executioner sword.
"That bitch's champion is no more." Rose von Erwenhest announced. Her face was a ruined mess. Holy water and silver ball bearings left hissing craters in her pale flesh.
Her blade, jutting within Fritz's chest, had stopped right before his heart. His left arm hung unnaturally wide as the blade sat in his shoulder.
"The animals you protect could not stop me, human. Neither could you. Divine power or not. You champions are nothing. I've seen you come and go. Your status means nothing to a dagger through the heart. You will never be anything but a footnote in history."
"This blade is sharper than anything you could possibly imagine. It can cut through anything. I could have cut you in twain if it weren't for my control. Know the same fear and despair you put my daughter through wretch. My daughter will be avenged."
Foreign metal touched his heart. As it beat, Fritz could feel his flesh struggle against the unnaturally sharp steel. As his chest expanded for breath, his flesh parted against the blade. Blood filled his lungs. His diaphragm spasmed, as it tried to expel the foreign substance. The blade only dug deeper.
"Mother." Lilly cried weakly from the ground. Rose's eyes went wide in shock. Next to the stupid human something was crying out for her. A mass of dirt, filth, and sewage stirred. Between filthy bangs a crimson eye regarded Rose von Erwenhest. Pain filled her still heart, as realization hit Rose.
"Lilly." Rose said. Infinite questions filled her mind as tears began to well up from her eyes. "Just wait a moment! Mommy is here! Mommy will make things right! Blood will heal you, don't worry Lilly!"
"Kill him. Now. Before he summons another sword." Lilly pleaded weakly.
"What? Just a moment, dearest."
The air crackled. A sonic boom rippled through the city. A floating robed skeleton had appeared in the middle of the sky. Rose von Erwenhest turned towards the intruder. Her body seized up, as she looked at the lich.
The core that supplied Fritz's mana was intact. That impossible energy leaked through everything radiating into the world. Mentally Fritz seized it.
Visions filtered through his mind. The faces of everyone who risked everything for the city forced their way to him. Ada. Marcelle. Neva. Brenn. Gaspard. Javert. Everyone he saw deserved a better life. Magic had gifted him with the ability to make that happen. He couldn't die here. He couldn't stand the thought of that.
The blade embedded within him hurt. Its foreign presence was a reminder of the seconds he had left to live. He could feel the enchantment giving it a sharpness beyond human engineering. Faint runes were carved upon the edge, pulsing with the will to separate matter.
The enemy before him was distracted. Fritz held his hand up into the air. His palm touched nothing. Magic slowly permeated into the air as he watched his enemy. Rose von Erwenhest was staring in disbelief at something. Fritz could care less. He needed to kill her. He needed to save Ada. The blonde wolfkin had lost a lot of blood. She needed care and attention, and he needed to get to her now. The list of responsibilities stuck to Fritz, weighing on his mind.
Pulling on his core, he let his magic erupt forth. He would give everything. Sacrifice was no longer just a word.
His core rebelled against his own will. His veins burned, and his vision swam as he felt something within him crack. Magic poured through the break as he willed it so. Fritz's hand fell down towards Rose. The sword inside him was sharp. It sliced through the steel barrel of his gun with ease. As his heart rose he could feel bits of it slicing away. It was precisely what he needed.
It was a slow strike. Slow, ineffectual, and almost out of range. Yet as his hands reached her, his magic manifested. There was a commotion around him. Muskets fired. Something hit the cobblestones behind him. Something screamed his name. Yet it didn't matter.
He felt the hilt appear in his palms first. His fingers wrapped around it, as he directed it downwards. The flat head of the blade touched the air, as the edge came into existence.
The enchanted steel bit through Rose's undead flesh. Pale skin parted like butter revealing muscle. That too parted, as Fritz's weapon met bone. That too could not stop Fritz's determination. His enemy fell before him, parting in two, as the newly conjured sword completed its weak strike. Pieces of Rose von Erwenhest slunk to the ground, as the blade sunk into the stone embedding into the street.
Fritz stood still. His eyes looked past the bisected vampire. Behind him Lilly screamed. Abandoning her family sword she crawled towards her dead mother.
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The undead stopped. Zombies and skeletons halted, as the necromancer's commanding them shouted in confusion to one another. The beastkin behind the barricade paused in shock.
Lilly's sobs shook her body. Her hands held onto her mother as she pulled the two halves of her closer. Behind her Fritz stood motionless. His eyes were glued uselessly ahead ignoring the floating lich ahead of him.
The lich floated towards Fritz. His eyeless sockets regarded the champion. The red runed robes of the lich fluttered in the wind. In his hands was a golden staff, merged into a claw reaching towards a crystalized heart. Untold power radiated from Meduart in waves. The lesser creatures were already cowering before him, as he levitated above them.
Phantom muscles failed to move across Medraut's face. No smile graced the lich's lips. The lich laughed, reveling in the feeling of his power. Medraut the lich, held a single finger up as if to silence the city. Below him, the panicked necromancer guild would not be quiet. The beastkin defenders were attempting to re-organize themselves within the lull.
"One moment." The icy inhuman nature of his voice carried easily over the chaos. "There is too much noise."
There was a persistent ringing in Fritz's ears now. He heard nothing of the world around him. The hilt of the conjured sword jabbed into his hip. It was probably the only thing keeping him upright. His legs felt like jelly. He could no longer feel his left arm. It hung limply, jutted out from the sword still embedded in his shoulders. Blood pooled onto the ground. Drip by drip, his life was ebbing away. Before him on the ground, the body of Rose von Erwenhest lay split in twain. Clutching it was her sobbing daughter. Just ahead, a black robed skeleton with a scythe was patiently walking closer, phasing between the paused undead. Medraut seemed to pay it no mind as he hovered triumphantly above Fritz.
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From on high, a parachute of spider silk floated in the sky. Zola the witch, with eight blood red eyes, squinted as she tried to search the city below.
"Drop me now! Drop me now!" A centaur screeched from below her. Her half equine body kicked the air uselessly. Full plate armor weighed down her entire body. She threw up her visor exposing her vibrant green eyes. "The city is burning! We need to go now!"
"Be quiet!" Zola hissed. "We need to find him first! My divinations show him nearly dying without your healing."
"There! There! There! He looks injured enough! A sword's sticking through him! That's probably him!" The centaur woman screeched pointing towards Fritz. Her hooves impatiently beat into the air as she tried to run. Zola's threads kept her in place. "Drop me in the thick of it!"
"Hold on, we're going in!"
Zola looked up towards her parachute. A brief flash of future pain flashed through her mind, as a tentative finger found a thread.
"You might need to heal us when we land." Zola warned.
"Don't worry about me! Just go! We're running out of time." Catherine urged.
"Don't blame me for what happens next. I told you I've no idea how to land this thing."
"Go. Go. Go. I believe in you!" Catherine pointed a mailed fist at her enemy.
Zola let her chitinous finger touch the single strand connecting to her parachute. The prevailing wind a thousand feet above the city blew them closer and closer. Zola took a deep breath before plucking the thread. The parachute above her head disintegrated into nothing. Gravity took hold of the two beastkin as they fell towards the earth. Catherine screamed in fear. Her hooves kicked useless in the air, as Zola quickly tried to weave another parachute for herself.
"Zola!" The centaur screamed.
"You'll be fine! I know it!" Zola yelled back.
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Medraut turned around, sweeping the gate with his staff. His skeletal jaws twitched, as unheard words resounded in the area. An endless black void opened, tearing reality asunder. A darkness that absorbed all known light blanketed the area around the gates. Thousands of purple tentacles appeared. They coiled in anticipation as red eyes running all their length caught sight of prey.
The tentacles flew outward in a million directions attacking anything and everything. Fritz stood still, unable to look away from the skeleton approaching him. Its form vanished as the extra-planar appendages flew through it. The tentacles shot around Fritz, ignoring him completely. They grabbed the dead, scooping them up like handfuls of candy. The two vampires before Fritz were grabbed. A screaming Lilly desperately clawed at them trying to save her mother.
"Cutey!" Brenn screamed from far away.
"Ada!" Neva yelled from somewhere. A glittering sword from far away was being thrown.
A tentacle shot around past him towards the unconscious Ada. Fritz turned his head. The suction cups wrapped around Ada, grabbing hold of the unconscious blonde warrior. He willed his legs to move, yet his body would not listen.
A battle cry erupted from the air, as a spray of purple blood and viscera exploded into the air. An armored centaur knight landed hoof first onto the extra-planar tentacle.
"Justice!" The centaur woman screamed, as a familiar shortsword embedded into the street nearby. It buried itself to the hilt into the stone near Ada. The rope of flame connecting to it pulled tight as something flew towards the unconscious Ada. Something large and predatory, and with eight legs, landed on the roof overlooking Fritz.
The entire city fell silent. The cries of the unfortunate necromancers caught within the attack vanished. Fritz turned his head to look towards the gates. Two things were before Fritz. Two stupid looking robed skeletons were left. One was dressed in black, wielding a scythe. The other, Medraut, Fritz paid no attention to.
"Do I have your attention now?" Medraut asked. The missing muscles tried to form a smile, yet it always failed. Inwardly the lich cursed. Even after millennia the habit failed to leave him.
"Zola?!" Brenn shouted as she teleported near the arachnean witch.
"Brenn?! You're here too?!" Catherine screamed, as she looked upwards.
"Ada!" Neva yelled. Her flying form sailed overhead, as she crashed into a nearby building. Rubble and debris littered the air.
Fritz kept watching the two skeletons. They stood shoulder to shoulder. Fritz's right hand gripped the hilt of the sword jammed into his hips. The black robed skeleton was close enough to strike now. Pure void lived in its eyes, beckoning Fritz to sleep forever. It held its scythe casually. Fritz could barely think. Something primal finally registered in his brain as he realized what he was looking at.
"Catherine! Heal Ada!" Neva yelled from the destroyed house. Grabbing hold of the destroyed walls she pulled herself from the rubble. The centaur looked around in confusion before Neva led her to the dying blonde wolfkin.
Magic flowed through Zola's fingers. Brenn gripped her axe tighter. Catherine and Neva crowded around Ada's unconscious body, focused on healing her. From a dark alleyway, Marcelle slithered silently in her normal form. Her tattered and destroyed shirt had been swapped for a new one.
"I wish to speak, nothing more." Medraut said solemnly addressing the hostile crowd. "Champion. I really want to know how you plan on helping me? I have come into contact with a…." The lich paused searching for the right words. "Mutual friend. He claims you will be helping me in the future."
"She's lost too much blood! She's dying." Catherine yelled. A pure white glow emanated from her hands. Soothing magic, shot forth to Ada.
"I don't care! Do something!" Neva screamed.
"I can't. She's not breathing!"
"Do something!" Neva screamed.
Right beside the lich, death looked towards Ada. Adjusting its scythe it tried to move towards her. Pure anger and determination, pulsed in Fritz. His right fingers tightened around the hilt holding him upright. He couldn't feel half of his body. A sword was sticking out of his chest, slowly eating at him with every shallow inhale. His vision was slowly fading. Yet above all, he needed to stop death from reaching Ada.
Fritz yelled, as he pulled the sword from the stone ground. He willed his muscles to turn, and hold himself upright, as he threw the executioner sword high above his head. Medraut's phantom facial muscles tried to pull his missing skin in confusion. Everyone stopped to watch him, yet no one moved.
As the scythe wielding skeleton took a step towards Ada, Fritz slammed the sword through it. Slumping to his knees he watched the ghostly apparition vanish.
"Just what in the hells was that?" Medraut asked. Fritz was too far gone to hear. It took his entire will to slowly breathe in and out.
A shallow breath took hold of Ada. The faintest movement of her chest caused the pressure differential to pull air into her lungs.
"I don't believe it!" Catherine gasped.
"See! See! Don't stop!" Neva urged.
"What about him?" Catherine asked pointing to Fritz.
"Later. Fritz is fine." Neva said dismissing him completely.
"Medraut. Lichemaster of Gris. If you wish to speak to Fritz, our champion, now is not the time. He is clearly injured and will require healing." Zola addressed the lich.
"This is not how I expected our meeting." Medraut admitted, looking towards the arachnean amongst the nearby rooftops. "The nation of Gris, did not authorize this attack." Medraut spoke calmly. "If it did, this city would be a festering pile of rubble. As such, I shall return. Once he is ready." Medraut pointed to the kneeling Fritz.
"Such a clusterfuck." Zola admitted to herself as she shook her head.
"Indeed." Medraut admitted raising his staff. "Three days." He said, before teleporting away.
All around them, the city was being reduced to ashes. The long night promised by the undead had been thwarted. For Fritz, death had been stopped momentarily. Yet it always seemed to be lurking nearby.