A duel for undeath.

"ureuare for te carce." said the thing of evil, in the language of the ancients, it was preparing to drink the blood of innocents tonight, and it could not contain its glee. "Ee ball feab on boulb and te slood of innocentb boon!" It said as it unsheathed it claws. The Brain-Eaters were restless, and the thing was happy to let them join the slaughter. Many of them were from the town he attained his shell in, but some were from this town's graveyard, all held the same mindless lust.

It pointed at the buildings surrounding them and shrieked with glee, a battle cry of sorts.

Then the Brain-Eaters charged.

It was a little while before the people realized what had happened, but once they did, there was chaos, humans running everywhere in fear, wonderful fear!

As it joined the blood-spilling it went into a trance, time slowed around it, and he wandered everywhere, bringing death to all it saw.

Then the old man appeared.

As it saw him, it went out of the trance, and fury took its place. What was a wizard doing there?

The thing charged the old man but the man dodged it at the last second, sending the thing off balance, the man muttered a few words and the thing became powerless, it couldn't move.

The man then conjured a flame of terrible divinity, and the thing was afraid.

But it was lucky, as the man was about to touch it, a Brain-Eater with a hole in its chest attacked the man, and killed him, and it could move again.

Then it turned its attention back to the humans. They would all die before the night was done.