The Savage Brawl [Round 5: Battletopia]

Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.

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"Hey! What have I told you damn kids about trespassin'?"

Old Man Mackenzie grumbled to himself as he approached the costumed figure headed for the cemetery grounds. He carried his shotgun, just in case. He didn't plan to use it.

At least, not unless this troublemaker was the sort that really deserved it.

"This here's the final restin' place of the dead! I don't know what it is with you kids traipsin' around here in yer silly costumes, but I won't stand for it!" He raised the shotgun.

"Now, take off that mask so's I can see who ya are."

Konka Rar simply stared at the aging groundskeeper.

"I don't got time to mess around," Mackenzie growled. "Take it off or I'll fire."

"My apologies. I was considering all the ways I could kill you, and debating whether your aging body would be worth preserving."

The lich raised his staff.

"I've concluded that I would have little use for such a frail minion. So I will opt to give an entertaining demise instead."

"You tryin' to scare me, boy?"

"Dissolving Shadow."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Some kinda code phrase? You got buddies hidin' in the bushes?

The groundskeeper kept his eye closely focused on the troublemaker. He didn't even notice the four small circular shadows forming a square around him, and slowly moving in.

Konka Rar said nothing as the spell proceeded. But Mackenzie could have sworn he saw the skull's grin grow even more sinister. It was enough to drive him over the end.

"That's it! I'm firin'! I don't even care if yer wh-"

He never finished his sentence, as the circles collided, forming one larger circle around Mackenzie. He froze in place, and his body slowly grew as black as the shadows beneath his feet.

"No sense letting this go to waste," Konka Rar noted, grabbing the shotgun from his now-helpless agressor with his cybernetic hand.

Moments later, Mackenzie's body disintegrated, and the circle vanished. All that remained was a pile of dust in a circle of dead grass.

"How pathetic," Konka Rar said, as he continued towards the cemetery, making a point to step in Mackenzie's ashes. "I doubt he was in any shape to resist the spell regardless, but he didn't even notice it. Well, I rarely get such a prime opportunity to use that one."

He soon found Mackenzie's shed, and as he expected, there was a shovel. He put down the shotgun and began working.

Konka Rar walked over to the nearest grave, and began digging.

"Perhaps I should have kept his corpse intact after all," the lich muttered to himself. "At least he would have been able to dig."