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((Just a few irritating but necessary details.Roland can't spot Sinaris,as he is standing a little ways off from the camp,surveying and controlling the skeletons.Meanwhile,the sword skeletons have not attacked yet,Sinaris has not given the command.The rifle skeletons are sniping from a small distance away,so aiming carefully is the ke.Also,the skeletons are slightly tougher than you might think,it'll take more than a few bullets and/or fireballs to bring one down.If they were as weak as to be destroyed with one or two bullets,Sinaris could have created far more than 15.))

Roland watched Landon get hit by the bullets shredding his wrist and ear. He was heart broken until he saw Landon crawling to him. He saw as he struggled to reload his gun, he saw as he tried to shoot, he saw how he was attempting to mimic Roland. His heart fell and he took the revolver from Landon. He placed the shells in the gun, flipped the chamber back in, and handed him the fully loaded gun. "I'm running low on shells, conserve the ammo," he said with a voice of cold, "Kill when they're close," his eyes looking into Landons. He repeated the phrase again. "Kill when they're close." He peeked over his cover in time to see a bullet whizz past his forehead. He aimed his gun and fired at the skeleton who'd fired it's gun. It's weapon looked strange to him. The sights were the only recognizable to Roland himself though the others would no doubt be able to tell what it was.
He rolled from his cover, which was now as wracked and bullet torn. He took cover behind a cart-mobile and looked through the glass. He spotted a skeleton with a large weapon, something that had a huge cartidge and would no doubt fire quickly. It had a helmet on, one that said S.A.T with some strange letter after the S.
He supposed these were this world's special forces, which would explain the special lettering on the helm. He aimed his gun at the mysterious symbol and fired. It created a whole as big as his middle finger on his right hand and blasted the skeleton to pieces. This battle was quickly being lost and he could feel the door to Mid-World opening. It was too damned slow. He needed to buy some time. But how..?
He toyed with this idea in his mind for a few minutes and couldn't think of anything. That damned whoreson of a man, the Drow, Sinaris, was tiresome enemy with the powers next to a God. But he'd the anti-christ, wasn't that the next best thing to a God..? He supposed it was and he decided to act on instinct as he always did. He stood up and looked around, barely able to see Sinaris in the darkness. "Sinaris, were you a real man and not a coward you'd have faced me alone," anger rising in his voice, "is thee a coward? Are you afraid of death, Drow?"

((Sorry,I'll shut up now))

(( Hey man i love your character he is the best antagonist we could ask for right now. I'm just saying we are going to lose this battle and you might lose a few undead but dont worry about it because theres always another chance to kill Roland ))

((Ok))
Sinaris Freohr
Demon hunter

Sinaris sighed and massaged his forehead at the gunman's words,which he could hear thanks to his elven ears.Of course the gunman would call him a "coward",simply because he was defeating the gunman with an indirect method.If Roland had fifteen skeletons on his side and dominance over Sinaris,then he wouldn't call himself a coward.He would call himself what Sinaris knew that he himself was:powerful.
Opening his mouth,Sinaris barked another command in the evil language,a different command than before.Upon hearing it,the sword-wielding,military skeletons waiting close by charged into the campsite,slashing and stabbing at any living soul they saw using their wicked blades,the purple orbs that were their eyes blazing with malice and sick joy in the opportunity of extinguishing the light of life,that which they did not possess any longer-only a magic imitation of it.

Sinaris held up his hand,and suddenly a huge,wicked-looking crossbow materialized in it,a large bolt already fitted into it and carved with strange designs all over.Bringing it up to aim at the gunslinger,Sinaris placed his eye onto a scope attached to the top of the crossbow.He found his target in a "heartbeat",the heart of Roland the gunslinger,aiming through the giant hole in the campsite's defences and across the long distance between them.As his finger tightened on the trigger,purple magic began swirling all around the bolt,attaching to it and turning it into a veritable great,long,swirling purple javelin attached to the crossbow.The tip was reinforced by the evil aura,rendering it sharp enough to pierce easily through any material.The sheer width of the bolt was increased to be difficult to dodge,augmented by the density of the magic aura.Sinaris pulled the trigger,and the great magic missile shot at the gunslinger literally like a spear,albeit a purple,blazing,unstoppable spear.As the gigantic bolt flew at Roland,Sinaris,aware that Roland would certainly be able to dodge the bolt, dismissed the conjured crossbow,making it evaporate into thin air,then whipped out his daggertail."You want a so-called 'honourable fight',do you gunslinger? Well then come forth alone,leave your allies behind to be slaughtered,otherwise both you and your friends will die at my hands,in agony and suffering.We will duel against only each other,unassisted by anyone else."

"Roland... get to the tower" she said again. "When I joined you I knew I was going to die one way or another... it's your quest that I joined to help, we'll follow if we can" she paused. "When did this far didn't we?" she asked him. She slowly made her way to Landon. She put a helping hand out towards him. She needed to get him to sufficient cover.