The sweat streamed down his brow as the dead-wizard threw another

flaming arc over his head, if it wasnt for the stone column he was
behind, he would be dead already.
Fuck, he uttered, doesnt this asshole ever get tired? His question was
directed at no one but the skeletons that littered the liches cavern
floor.
Nothing but stony silence from the gaping mouths of the dead.
Well dead-wizards dont stab themselves, he retorted to the silence, as
he jumped over the column and rush what was certain death.