A wide grin opened up on Fromanzio's face. He was ready for this, whatever came his way, he could kill it now! It was so rare he could cut back and do what he wanted, but this was one of those times. They would probably see him coming, but what fun was there in killing people silently? It was always best when they screamed.
In his immediate view, Fromanio saw a large group of zombies led by a minor demon. They hadn't seen the duo yet but soon they would and a fight would happen. Fromanzio was starting to shake with excitement. Zaheer smirked a bit disappointed. This wasn't a fight, it was just going to be a slaughter. Zombies had the effectiveness of toothpicks against a monster truck when flight was an option and the demon was minor. Fromanzio was ancient as they come and Zaheer didn't feel like wasting his time on these. "Fromanzio, kill all of them."
In that moment, the loudest, shrillest scream of glee echoed out of Fromanzio as he pointed at one of the Zombies and shouted, "BANG!" A small glowing pellet came out of Fromanzio's gloved finger, slow at first but soon it raced at the poor creature's location, burrowed its way past its eye and into its skull before exploding, turning the zombie's head into a fine pink mist. The demon was obscured by the zombies still but Fromanzio wasn't interested in them. He wanted to play with the big guy.
"Bang! Bang! BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG....BANG" Twenty more pellets flew at the horde and the zombies one by one went from solid to liquid and the demon stood alone. Fromanzio fired a shot at it, but the demon deflected the ball and stared at the Jester. Fromanzio was now able to see it clearly, a large brute who was now grabbing a rather large sword. Head was in the shape of a goat, though it had human skin and was patched in a few areas. The creature reached for his sword and in a flash came to Fromanzio's face. Zaheer by now had conjured up a comfortable looking chair and crossed his glowing legs, this would be entertaining.
The demon swung down his sword at Fromanzio who teleported above where the sword landed and asked "Tell Fromanzio, did the lich imprison you? Fromanzio knows what the mages are like, such a shame your master will be dead soon." The sword came back up and Fromanzio was behind the brute. "So hasty to end a fight, Fromanzio never understands people like you." The Demon turned around and bull rushed Fromanzio who jumped to the left and extended a single claw out to make a small cut all the way down the demon's arm. A tiny bit of blood came from the wound. The demon seemed unphased.
"Is that all you have, little clown?" The demon mocked. "I think you ran out of tricks on my zombeez!" Fromanzio laughed an ear piercing laugh. "Out of tricks? Fromanzio? Oh, this will be funny, hilarious even!" The demon clown conjured up several razor sharp claws that soon split into what looked like fifty. The demon gathered himself and his sword and as the razors flew at him, struck down at least thirty, though the others left similar scratches on him. Now bloody in most places, the demon took this opportunity to run at Fromanzio full speed and swung in a manner more fit to crush a man than slice. Fromanzio disappeared again but this time, came near the handle of the sword and whispered a quick word unintelligible to all. The sword's flames died, then rust overcame it and in less than a second, the once mighty great sword was gone, rusted to nothing. The demon seemed surprised at this, angry. It grabbed Fromanzio who this time, allowed the demon to take a shot at him. The demon yelled "That was a gift! My lady will be mad!"
The demon then smashed the poor clown into the earth who was laughing and laughing and laughing. Once the ground had a small crater in it, the demon looked to examine the remains of what had to be a broken demon. Only, instead of blood, stuffing was everywhere, white and fluffy, and upon examining the clown, it was just a large doll. Zaheer let out a small laugh. "Fromanzio, quit playing with him. We should start killing everything else soon." Fromanzio sighed and agreed "Yes master. But he is so silly and fun! Look at him, so confused, it's like killing a puppy! Not that Fromanzio hasn't, but it always hits a soft spot." Fromanzio snapped his fingers and the Demon started screaming.
What Fromanzio had done to John on the plane was what Fromanzio called a level one illusion. Something where the one afflicted begins seeing things that aren't real, feeling things that would disorient them. Level two illusions make reality look funny, but can be broken easily. Level three illusions, turn nightmares real. Any illusion Fromanzio made that was level three, not only was felt, but was real. So when the demon's blood started flowing out like a fire hose in several varying directions, not only did he feel as if his skin was peeling off with the force, it actually was. When the corpse finally fell down in a heap, it dotted the i, to Fromanzio. Its blood spelling the name in a gruesome display. Fromanzio bowed and yelled "Thank you, thank you, Fromanzio will be here until every other one of these dies. Should be fun."
Zaheer got out of his chair and used the surrounding blood to catalyze his next spell. An army of imps came flowing out of the ground that Fromanzio spilled, dozens, hundreds, a thousand. Some were large, some small, either way Zaheer wasn't going to sit while Fromanzio killed each zombie by hand and with all the blood laying around, imps were almost a free summon. "If it shambles, or works with the shamblers, kill it." Zaheer uttered and the imps flapped their wings and flew at the zombie horde, pitchforks raised. Zaheer pointed to a wall of the fortress and said "Fromanzio, blow that wall open for me."
"With pleasure, master." Fromanzio quickly flung a chaos ball at the wall, if all went well, it would serve as a wonderful distraction and get the bulk of the Lich's army over here. Fromanzio would have so much fun today.
