The draugr sat on the throne without moving a muscle for ages. When Damian and Frederic opened the door, it finally opened its eyes and stared deep into their souls.
The sight sent shivers down their spines. Damian could tell that this enemy was formidable, just by looking at it and feeling its aura.
"This is not like the other mummy," Damian said. "We need to be careful."
Frederic was already behind him, rolling his eyes. "You should be careful, because I'm not the one fighting."
"I'm a bit tired. Can't you take control and fight?"
"No, nope. You do your thing, and I'll do mine."
"What's your thing?"
"Sit here and cheer. Go, Damian, kill it!"
No matter what Damian tried, Frederic would not help him directly in combat. He turned to face the draugr, which got up from the throne and picked up an old, rusty sword and shield.
