
Garth tears the head off the assassin Phineus is trying to raise.

Then he picks up the assassin's blade...

... and throws it.

It catches the male enforcer in the neck.

It ricochets off the armour and catches the female enforcer in the gut as well!

With the last dark elves dead, the barrier protecting Phineus finally falls, and he strides out of the gates of his Black Citadel. The further he runs, the further it would put him from reinforcing troops, so he decides to make his stand here.
"So then, sirs, are you ready to deliver me from my jailors at last?"

"I will gladly give you the end you so crave, and deserve, necromancer. Just hold still."

Xalen swings his sword, sending a massive fireball towards Phineus (since the enforcers were already dead).

"Burn in hell, Phineus!"

VA-BOOM!
The area around Phineus is set on fire, but he holds his ground thanks to his energy shield and decent armour.
"A worthy effort, sir knight, but futile," Phineus mutters, even though he is still on fire.

"And now, your friend will pay the price," Phineus says as he extinguishes the flames around him, now using his energy shield dice on his own turn. Then he turns on Sir Garth.
"GARTH! NO!"
The knight's armour and shield are useless against Phineus' dark magik.
"Aaaagh!"
Sir Garth falls backward, hitting the ground with a metallic thud.

"Fight on... Xalen..."
"So, Sir Garth, you came all this way... only to die! Hahahaha... MWAHAHAHAHAA!"
























