Harold's elite SES squad rushed forwards, Wilbur, his wizard, began chanting, and Harold himself raised his own black blade and strode into the fray. The necromancer raised a finger and began a spell.
"It's an old fashioned head to head!" screamed Percy, and kicked one of Harold's men in the groin with his robot leg, sending the warrior flying into the man behind him.
"Delicious!" said Cuthbert, biting into the neck of another warrior and pulling back, his mouth full of meat, spraying blood everywhere.
Tybalt stood in front of Frumble and the witches in an attempt to fend off Harold, who smiled. The magic users began to cast spells in an attempt to counter the necromancer and Wilbur. Emerald screamed and danced backwards, trying to hide behind a chair which the seer was already crouching behind.
A fireball flew overhead and was met with a counter charm, forcing it off course so it hit the ceiling in a bright explosion of flame.
Thank you for reading Tired of Death. I hope you enjoyed it.
I posted a different book after this, but I've decided to remove it for legal reasons.
Unfortunately, WN won't let me just delete stuff, so I've had to replace the text for each chapter (except some of the first one).
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