Grace turned to Hunter and her metal face bent producing a crooked half-smile as the Champion spoke.
"I knew it, you are just a bunch of cowards... putting on a show, counting on--" he cut, as she stuffed fingers of both her hands into his face, then spread her arms, tearing the bear apart while holding the monstrous banner in her tail.
"A show indeed."
The remaining knights were shocked, but reacted at once. They lowered their lances and all at the same time thrust at her, their weapons freezing in mid air and becoming brittle, wooden parts disintegrating upon hit. They took out swords with difficulty, the coldness biting them painfully, then charged at Grace and Hunter.
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"Now you know. Killing me only slows me down. I have been forced to become a lich to prevent far worse fate than just mere death. But this is still a curse, no mistake there, however I'd rather not discuss the downsides in detail if you don't mind," Dala heard as she just woke up the moment Shashoh was speaking. "And you might guess why I'm hunting dragons, the children of the land of Greyhawk--" he continued. She heard him stop and so opened her eyes to see him staring straight into them.
"Wakey, wakey, dear!"