Razzor: Are you ready to die horribly kurchatovium. You and yor crew will be devoured bu my herds of Undead and the bunnies wont help you any here. Bwahahahaahahahahahahahahahahaaha.
*says something in an ancient evil language. Millions of zombies, skeleton warriors appear.*
kurchatovium: You know what the problem is with you necromancers?
Razzor: What silly man?
kurchatovium: People bury stuff for a reason and some things should just be left buried.
*Razzor summons several thousand liche magicians each capable of summoning herd more undead.*
Razzor: Its hopless you realize that dont you.
kurchatovium: Fortunately I have enough hope for both of us. 😀
*Razzor summons several thousand Vampire Lords each capable of summoning more undead themselves.*
Razzor: If you give up I can promise you a painless death. Well realtively painless.
kurchatovium: Give up and miss the big surpirse.
Razzor: Big surprise?
*Razzor summons tens of thousands Spectres and ghosts*
kurchatovium: You see when live by the sword, your just end up dying by the sword took me awhile to realize that before I thought about how to fight you.
Razzor: I dont follow.
kurchatovium: Didnt think you would. But everything you summoned here had a soul. Was once a living thing that expried naturally and could have rested in peace. But you took that all away for your own selfish needs of power. So really I wont defeat you, you will defeat yourself.
*kurchatoivum recites anew powerful prayer called CREATOR's Revenge Of The Souls. He raises Church Of Ages Staff and suddenly swirls of clouds gather around it sweeping out to all the undead creaturess and reclaiming their souls in THE CREATOR's name. the swarms of angry souls gather around Razzor and devour him. Razzor screams in agony as he is eaten and torn apart from literally mlliions of souls from all the undead he has summoned*
Razzor: AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH How is this possible NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEPAIN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
*soon nothing is left of Razzor not even his own soul which he had lost eons ago.*
kurchatovium: Like I said stuff thats buried should be left that way. 😀 😀 😛