Hide! Ra.

"Hurry up!" Cuthbert half carried Dreth up the hill, staggering along the narrow muddy path that wound between the closely packed pine trees. Sprat tried to help, but he was too small to do much good.

"Who was that?" asked Emerald, panting.

"I don't know, but I sure kicked his ass!" Percy replied, waving Darkblood about. "Who said zombies aren't hard core? I'll show them!"

"Be careful with that sword!" said Tybalt. "It's not something you want to play with."

"What… happened?" croaked Dreth. "Who was that? Where am I? Who am I?"

"I saved your hide," Percy beamed, doing a little jig. "Perhaps now you'll take us zombies more seriously eh? Just call me Percy the Necromancer Killer. No, no, the Necromancer Slayer! Percy the Necromancer Slayer! That's' me!"

"Well, good one. Whatever he did was painful in the extreme," Dreth said weakly. "Not even falling in lava hurt as much as that."

"So, who was it?" Emerald repeated.