A purple lazer thundered out of the hands of a tall wizard, gushing towards it's victim, the Prince. With a simple maneuver, the Prince dodged and lunged for his own counter attack. The Necromancer teleported to the near ceiling, and began reigning an onslaught of energies upon the Prince and his best friend,a Tactician. Both men lay staggered, as the Wizard motioned his grand spell to finish the prince off.
"Chrom!" The tactician yelled shooting out flames to meet the wizard's.
"He's mine to finish!" The robed man yelled.
In a sudden burst of light, the wizard took the full blast of the tactician's flames, collapsing an empty robe to the floor, burning in purple flames.
"Hey! Look out!" Chrom yelled as the tactician was slammed by one last spell of the wizard, knocking him over to the ground.
Chrom ran over to his friend, and helped him up.
"Are you alright?"
The tactician's head spun, everything felt wrong. This man in front of him. Needed to die.
"Looks like we got him, that'll be the last of him, right buddy?"
Without pause, the tactician, Chrom's best friend stabbed him in the chest, his hand shaking out of control in the same purple energies of the wizard.
"Chrom! I didn't mean it! It was him!"
"This isn't your fault; he was too strong for us to get out unscathed! Run!"
And with that, Chrom fell dead.
The tactician, from weakness, fainted next to the frail, dead body of his friend.
