Watching the battlefield transform from a three-on-two into a one-on-one, with only black smoke and occasionally flickering gray-black light remaining, Fake Wilko cursed: "Damn Sebek! Always the fastest to run away!"
However, his curse was instantly choked by a blade light as fast as lightning.
Wilko's expression became extremely venomous, and the captain's blade in his hand turned into a longsword: "In that case, let me witness the power of Toril's Master of Death!"
"I never said I wouldn't make a move!" Edna responded swiftly, "Kranvo, you wouldn't think that while you're fighting him, I stepping in to hit him would impede you, right?"
The skull under Kranvo's hood, the bare jawbone silently opening and closing... Everyone who saw it understood the Master of Death's hint: the undead don't speak human language.
