Bastard Grandfather

(Nerina’s P.O.V)

It seems like the battle has stopped, we are all battered and bloodied from the blows that were exchanged. We’ve wiped out most of these weird zombie things when William is facing off with one who seems to recognize him and that is when I hear him yell.

“GREYBEARD!”

So that’s my bastard grandfather. Being undead suits him, he should really stay that way. William is matching him blow-for-blow, landing as many hits as he is taking until Grandfather Bastard slices into his shoulder. No!

“NO!” I scream and begin running pell-mell towards the duelers.