[indent][indent]“Whoa! Dark and brooding, me likey!” Shades whistled as the bullet lanced from the cloaked man’s revolver, disintegrating the head off of a knight. The other knights around it held the headless one’s body upright, carrying it forward, until it regained momentum to continue the charge. 

“Aww, teamwork really does make the dream work.” 

Shades stepped forward and brought around the rifle that was slung on his back. It was pitch black with no visible details or mechanisms that could be outlined, even in the sunlight. A gun snob might take its silhouette for an old matchlock arquebus. It sure as hell didn’t fire like one. 

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Two intense rays of blood red energy needled into the approaching left flank of the undead army. There was a split second of nothingness, then, the ground from beneath exploded out from under them, catapulting hundreds of undead into the air, igniting them into a shimmering haze of gore-splattering fireworks. 

“Name’s Shades. Like the sunglasses. Geez, I could use some right about now.” He brought up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. The survivors quickly regrouped into the adjacent formations, and the army of 9,438-ish were now within 500 yards of their position. 

“So, you new to this whole thing, or have you been on Ol’Grim’s payroll for awhile now? Me? Well... it gets to a point where you just stop counting. I don’t even know what the hell this planet is called.” 

Just then, an undead zombie head fell from the sky and landed right in front of them. 

“YOU WILL DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH! THE UNDEAD ARMY OF KING BOB WILL RAVAGE YOUR SOUL FOR ALL ETER—”  

“Hey, what is this place called?” Shades asked the head. The head stopped mid-sentence, but as he was about to answer his question, it was losing its hold on the hillock. 

“Necro-[i]ugh[/i]!-mort—[i]ack[/i]!-ia!!!” The zombie yelled as it tumbled down the bottom of the hill. 

 
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