"I said stop playing. I've killed that thing once already...what makes you think I can't kill it again? And besides..."
He narrowed his eyes, and grinned viciously.
"I can do that, too."
Kranath laughed, a chilling, evil kind of sound, and sheathed again his two smaller blades, holding only his daikatana. Even as the undead wyrm was flying towards Kranath in a pounce, the Dragon shifted calmly to a two handed grip.
The black crystal blade seemed to burst into flames as black as pitch, with Kranath channeling the pure energies of death.
As the wyrm grew close, Kranath leapt up and forward, the long blade biting through it's mangled head, effectively bisecting it, and the channeled energies dispersing into the corpse.
Kranath landed some distance away, with brackish blood dripping from the tip of his blade. With a deft swipe, he flung the hot droplets across the carpet of wet pine needles.
Meanwhile, behind him, the wyrm had ceases it's attack, it's head cleanly cloven in have until nearly halfway down it's neck. Yet it still moved, the powerful muscles spreading to further split its own flesh, redirecting the two halves of its head to turn and stare at Garlock.
When Kranath turned around, his eyes were black as pitch. "Try again, little mage."
With a grin, he commanded the wyrm to attack, the split halves of the head both lunging separately to attack Garlock on either side, jaws snapping in his direction.