Silver lightning colored the sky. The young man, waving his arms comically, fell off the fence. Rubbing his bruised forehead, he got up and spat. With a clang, a steel needle fell to the cobblestone. No one could believe their eyes ― the young man had caught it with his teeth.
“You’re evil,” he said.
Two shots were fired. Smoke rose from the musket.
The young man fell on his back, arms sprawled to the sides.
“What a fool,” the necromancer muttered. He reached for his belt, intent on making another zombie but was suddenly interrupted.
With a grunt, the young man flew into the air and landed onto his feet. Untied, the black scarf fell from his head; a waterfall of silver, tainted crimson at the temples, fell over his shoulders. Ruby drops trickled down his face, dying the emerald g
