From Chapter Six: Frenzy

In the moments since frenzy had been called, we had been overwhelmed.  The nearest of our dead was Ben Turra, the dandy.  the press had moved past him, so I gathered his two short swords  and ambled back upwards, keeping an eye on the returning party as I padded softly up behind the enemy lines.

My heart quickened.  I saw the man who had mocked me, Telkenfade, within a leap from me.

I leapt, swinging both swords towards his chest lustfully, not caring who else turned to face me.

Amazingly, he turned and blocked both of my swords and kicked me square in the chest, crying out, “Not today, ape!” as I fell.  

Then he scurried off, and as I rose to give him pursuit, an icy voice stopped me in my tracks and made me turn.

“Zombiac,” said Bloodthroke the Elder, “we meet at last!”

There stood a figure in black, his face obscured by a hood and mask, one of his cruel arrows drawn and set directly at my heart.

Before I could blink he loosed it and agony gripped me suddenly as the arrow pierced my chest.

“Ninetieth toll!” cried Wooly from a distance as his bell rang.

I gasped and tried to pull the arrow from my heart.  The pain was too great and it sunk back deeper with my first tug.

“Ninety first!”

A burst of magical energy quickened Warclover’s army and suddenly the hoard retreated, surging towards me.

“Ninety second!”

I felt my life seeping away and a fell chill grip me.

“Ninety third!”

I saw the party I had assailed with rocks lunging towards me eagerly, vengefully.

 

“Ninety fourth!”

I knew not what was happening, for darkness filled my senses.

“Ninety Seventh!”

Feet pounded around me as the melee had moved back.

“Ninety Eighth.”

Bloodthroke stood above me with a dagger, glaring down with hidden eyes at his handiwork.

“Ninety ninth!” cried Wooly.

“You are dead, Zombiac!” laughed Bloodthroke, “and my master will know it when I return to him!”