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The Body in the Office
The man was dead. Or at least Oscar Hijink had thought he was until he was thrown out the window.
To be fair, his reasoning for thinking that the victim was deceased was pretty solid: the tear on the clothes, the dried drops of blood on his pink shirt, and the fact that his head was missing all pointed to a dead man.
Oscar hit the Roarhaven soil and rolled as the headless man leaped down from the window.
"Sorry," Oscar said in his thick American accent. "Grand Mage Sorrows was very specific in saying that you were to be moved away from this city." He held out a hand. "Do you mind?"
The headless man leaped at him and landed a two-legged kick on his chest that sent Oscar sprawling. Oscar retaliated by curling shadows around his wrist and separating the headless man's arm from his torso. There was no blood.
Zombie, Oscar thought. Had to be. Although decapitation was supposed to kill them. There were a few special cases, but it was supposed to be the head surviving, not the body.
He used the shadows to disembowel the zombie, which didn't affect it at all. He realised that Necromancy was not the answer and let the shadows dissipate. He grinned at the place where the zombie's head used to be.
"Something you should know," Oscar said. "I'm magically ambidextrous. There was a defect in my Surge, and I got a bit stuck. Obviously Necromancy doesn't hurt you, so I'all try my other discipline." His hand started to glow and he grinned again. "I'm a Necromancer(but one of the cool ones), but I'm also an Energy-Thrower."
And he burnt the zombie to a crisp.
