[ WP ] People have a single verb as a power , and fight by using it creatively

The long oak doors of the Great Hall groaned and creaked as the din of the siege echoed within the palace walls. Four warriors stood behind the doors, the last line of defense for the chancellor as he tended to the King. 
 
 `` The doors will not hold, Magister!'' cried Knight Wester, his eyes darting nervously. `` We must flee -- we have no time left!'' 
 
 Magister Lorenz ignored the soldier's pleas, his eyes closed. He pressed his hand once more against the king's sickly forehead. 
 
 `` I will find him. I can feel his mind... it is still here... somewhere...'' the magister muttered softly. 
 
 `` Magister, this is too much! I beg you to see reason!'' Wester implored. 
 
 `` Silence!'' barked Paladin Koros, his voice filling with rage. `` You beg for treason! Do you forget your Oath so quickly, coward?'' 
 
 `` The Revenant storms the gate, Koros! The King's mind is gone -- our Oath to him is fulfilled! Need we join our Lord even in death?'' Wester replied. 
 
 `` Our Oath, Wester,'' interjected Chancellor Relik. `` is beyond mere death.'' He turned to face the knight, his face pale and hands shaking. `` Or do you believe us safe from the Revenant? Shall we seek refuge in the underworld from whence he came?'' 
 
 `` None are safe.'' whispered Maiden Faris, her face stricken. `` The Revenant's magic has already penetrated this hall.'' She raised her head and showed the others her quivering hands. `` I can not even think of casting my Word without shaking. Even the Chancellor trembl --'' 
 
 The door groaned dangerously again, interrupting Faris. The door's magic seals bent dramatically, as if pressed upon by a thousand men. Then, with a crack, the wooden doors finally broke open. Howling black air rushed into the Great Hall, but no army marched forward. 
 
 Koros stood tall as his mouth began chanting his Word. Wester raised his shield in terror. Faris simply stood in place. Relik alone chose to speak to the group. 
 
 `` We must stand.'' Relik said to the three, his voice wavering. `` We must use our Words. We must end this here, now.'' 
 
 `` MUST WE?'' asked the Revenant, appearing suddenly behind the warriors. Its face was a gaunt mask, rotting skin stretched tautly over a long skull, and its eye sockets were empty. Its ethereal body floated above the ground, an emaciated figure wrapped in the tattered dark robes of the long-forgotten Black Order. 
 
 Faris was first to turn and meet the Revenant's gaze. In an instant her mind fled in terror, and she sank to the ground screaming. Wester, upon seeing Faris so easily felled, dropped his shield and began to flee from the room. With a swift, single motion, Koros denied Wester's head the dishonor of such an exit. In the next motion, Koros returned his attention to the Revenant and charged with all of his might. 
 
 `` AMUSING,'' the Revenant slithered as it effortlessly rose several feet out of Koros' reach. `` AN AVATAR OF RAGE.'' 
 
 It turned to Relik, who had closed his eyes and begun clenching his hands. 
 
 `` AND YOU?'' 
 
 Kill. The Word which had made Relik the second most powerful man in the kingdom. Relik pointed his mind towards the Revenant and whispered his Word. 
 
 Kill. 
 
 Kill. 
 
 Kill. 
 
 But the Revenant only laughed as seconds passed. Relik opened his eyes and met the gaze of the Revenant. He gulped. 
 
 `` You can not die.'' he whispered. 
 
 `` I AM BORN FROM DEATH.'' the Revenant replied. `` I AM TERROR.'' 
 
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 Let me know if you'd like the ending. 
 

