Apophis and Mira lunged at Viz with one singular thought on both of their minds.
'I have to kill him first!'
Both of them were extremely competitive, as they admired their father and were consistently looking for ways to be like him.
They trained the most, fought the hardest, and they were always looking for new ways to gain his approval.
To them, this enemy wasn't just one that they needed to kill.
It was also one that would decide who was most worthy to succeed their father.
Mira lunged from up high, while Apophis attempted to strike from below.
Viz remained calm in the face of their coordination, as he raised his spearhead and stabbed it into the ground.
A large chasm opened up in the floor beneath them, and the bony hands of draugr began to crawl up from the underworld.
"I'll leave the grunts to you." Apophis said as he flipped over the summoned warriors.
