Sam awoke to the chaos that involved two of his old teammates from different worlds and their respected armies. In corner A ) with a blue flag wrapped around his arm, Sir Justin led his men against those in corner B ) lead by the emerald glowing avatar of Death, an army of the undead.
Sam was groggy, but the sight of blood flowing from former human friends was just too much. Sam lifted his right arm.
"Zi-laspe-du-til-op-atil-os!"
A surge of energy blasted from his arm, sending everyone to the ground.
"Whoa," Sam blurted, "I actually said the right words for once."
The Knights stood and backed away from Sam. The undead kept their distance on Grimm's cue.
"Samuel." Grimm spoke, his eyes ablaze, "I'll only say this once. MOVE."
Sam's mind raced. He turned to the Knights.
"Justin, I'm not asking you to trust me. But I got the big guy!" Sam picked up a discarded sword and ran towards Grimm. Sir Justin's men ran at the zombies with a new found fury.
Sam's sword met Grimm's axe.
"Do you realize what you're doing?" Grimm asked.
"Saving my men!" was Sam's reply as he swung the sword around and connected with Grimm's side, but reflected off the avatar's armor. Sam lifted his arm towards Grimm, "Ki-tus-lape-kula." A bolt of blue energy struck Grimm's chest and knocked him back a step.
"Nice ability." Grimm eyed his former teammate, "Nice of you to fill us in."
"We all have secrets."
Sam grew to Grimm's size. Grimm, high on anger, jumped at Sam who jumped away, letting the avatar hit the ground hard. Grimm, upon getting up, looked around to find his army of undead, well, dead again. Sir Justin's men formed a circle around the currently in battle Sam and Grimm.
