Chosen undead POV

The chosen undead was in trouble, deep trouble. He had underestimated this new opponent not once but twice now. "If i said this was a joke would you let me go find the nearest bonefire?" The chosen undead shouted to the mean witch who had been standing there watching since he had gotten the jump on her.

Hearing him Glynda tightened her grip on her weapon and narrowed her eyes. "Ill take that as a no" The chosen undead muttered regretfully "Well then i might as well go down in a blaze of glory."

"If fire doesn't work then ill just use my hands." The chosen undead declared. Priming one of his favorite spells in his hand he slams it against his chest. Immediately he know his spell worked. The pain was always a dead give away. "It hurts but damn does power within make you feel powerful."

Gaining a crimson aura around himself he got ready for round 2.

Glynda POV

"That was to close, if i hadn't activated my aura in time i don't want to know what shape id be in." Glynda thought, glancing down at her scroll she wasn't surprised to see a good chunk of her aura gone. "That would have gone right through a lesser aura, what destructive power."

"If i said this was a joke would you let me go find the nearest bonefire?" The lunatic shouted at her. "This man is insane" she thought as she tightened her gripe on her crop and glared at him. Muttering something under his breath that she missed. "If fire doesn't work then ill just use my hands." He declared. Pressing his hand against his chest his robes gained a crimson aura. "Finally activating his aura"Glynda thought before the stranger launched himself at her at incredible speeds, ripping up the ground behind him as he tried to close line her. Leaning back at the last second she narrowly dodged his outstretched arm arm by less then an inch. Completing her backwards dodge by doing a back flip she shifted around and got into her battle stance.

Chosen undead POV

"What the fuck was that?" The chosen undead thought as he turned around quickly to find the witch in battle stance. "Iv never moved that fast in my whole life...unlife... what do i call my existence? NO, don't wonder i just gotta kill the witch." He thought as he started sprinting towards the now retreating witch, she was sending out purple beams at a speed that would put Gwyndolin to shame with every step back but the chosen undead was still gaining on her choosing to simple take the blows and keep on chasing. Though the beams hurt they didn't have as much power behind them as her first ones. "She need more time for the stronger ones i guess?"

The witch was continuing her little dance of back steps and quick direction changes all well unleashing volley after volley of those strange beams but he was getting closer each time but was beginning to get irritated. Though the beams couldn't stop his charge they still hurt and slowed his charge down so actually getting to her will probably take awhile. He could do this all day or for how ever long it took this witch to grow tired but he was getting bored and that's one thing he wouldn't stand for. "Why am i chasing her anyways?"

"I give up" The chosen undead declares taking a few beams to the face causing his head to jerk around. Noticing the witch had moved a good 20 feet away from him and was still pointing her weird wand at him. "Well i had fun but i got things to do so... im just going to walk away now." He reiterated turning around he started walking into the woods. "Wonder if this forest has a covenant?" The chosen undead pondered

"Do you honestly just expect me to let you walk away do you?" The chosen undead heard the witch say far to close behind him for comfort, feeling something poke into the back of his neck he realized she had dashed behind him the moment he took his eyes of her. The ground below his feet flashed bright white and when he looked down he was frozen in ice up to his shoulders. Walking around him the witch finally came into vision looking none to pleased. "Iv got him detained right now, send a bullhead to these coordinates." she said glaring at him the whole time.

"Well i guess you win, can you hurry up and kill me?" The chosen undead asks nonchalantly having been to preoccupied by the ice to bother listening to her previous words. "Iv never been cold before and i can say now i don't like it." He added when she gave him an incredulous look.

Without saying a word the witch strode up to him and pulled his hood down. Giving a small gasp the witch took a small step back. "What? Do i need to use a humanity?" The chosen undead asked

Glynda POV

"Dear god its even worse up close." Glynda thought the moment she pulled the lunatics hood off. Angry red scars covered nearly every inch of his head, even on the top and behind his head going in every which way, every scar looked to be made from a different weapon. From blades and claws varying all the way up to burns from fire and lightning. Looking closely at his beady black eyes she could make out scars on his retinas, how he wasn't blind is a mystery. Seeing the scars went underneath his robes she could only assume what the rest of him looked like.

"How is he even alive? This doesn't feel right, he doesn't feel right. someone like him shouldn't exist."Not to mention he is a behemoth. I couldn't tell right away because of how thin he was but he must be close to 8 if not over, nearly 2 heads taller then me" Glynda thought but was interrupted by a Bullhead passing over her head.

Chosen undead POV

"By Gwyn's burnt beard what kind of beast is that? Dragon?" The chosen undead asked looking towards the witch for any signs of recognition and finding her standing there calmly either meant it was a common sight for her or she has balls of steel. "Im gonna go with balls of steel, no way that... thing is common"

"Release me witch and we can fell it together. It sounds awfully angry" The chosen undead bargained in hopes of freedom and the ability to defend himself from this terrifying beast.

"You cant be serious, that's a bullhead." The witch snapped over her shoulder at him "Is it a cousin of the dragon like the drakes? Bullhead is a funny name it doesn't have any horns atop its head." The chosen undead inquired before the creature landed not 10 feet infront of them.

"Last chance to... did its stomach just burst open?" a surprised chosen undead asked as its middle section which he assumed was its stomach opened up and a man in weird green clothes clutching a cup in his hands walked out like this was a everyday occurrence. "Now thats gotta be some kind of god"

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