A close call

Kaelred, having finally cleared the last of the undead minions, rushed to his side.

The lich clicked his tongue. "Two against one? Hardly fair."

Kaelred smirked. "I thought you liked a challenge."

The lich's skeletal fingers twitched.

A surge of dark energy exploded outward.

The force sent Argolaith and Kaelred flying backward, slamming them into the base of a gnarled tree. Their weapons clattered to the ground beside them.

Argolaith groaned, pain lancing through his ribs. He had barely enough time to register the sound of footsteps before the lich was standing over him, blade poised for the kill.

"This is where you die," the undead sorcerer whispered.

Time seemed to slow.

Then, instinct took over.

Argolaith rolled to the side just as the blade came down, barely missing his skull. He grabbed the nearest rock and hurled it at the lich's face. 

It did little more than annoy him, but the distraction was enough.