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Frostbite
"I can't believe it." He said, as the man's chest was perforated. "He was innocent." He looked to Winged Victory, hopelessness permeating him. "We can't win, can we?" He lifted the dying man's body off from the spike, the power source of Glandos still gurgling in his own blood. Nobody deserved to die like that. He put a spike through his head, a quick death.
The Lich
"You're kidding right?" The Lich said as the mole man landed right on top of him, smashing his enchanted blade, and slicing his own arm off in the process. "Now I have to make a new one of those! You new breeds are troublesome! All I had to do before was get a spell or two, blast a few villages, then take a kingdom! What's with the mole persons?!" He threw a fit like a child, then recalled his staff back to him.
"You know what, that's alright. I'll come back with better stuff. Indestructable swords, bigger zombies. The works." He turned and left the City Hall, bored with the results he got today, but otherwise informed of the new world he hadn't seen before, and where his cultists came from.
"Stupid mortals." He said, a blue aura glowing around him. "I mean, really, I am a benevolent ruler." The skeleton said, beginning to fade from reality. "I need one of those 'coffee' things I just installed in my break room." He said, walking off into nothingness, and reappearing in his base (unbeknownst to the heroes). Still, the zombie policemen were there, pistols firing at the injured man o' mole.