Despair
At the sight of reinforcements, the Lich, who was surrounded, halted the march of its Undead army. That alone should have tipped them off. Flames of gloating and derision blazed inside its empty eye sockets, but the humans and Wengols in front of it saw nothing but provocation.
"DIE!" Urzul, the human commander, and the old blacksmith threw themselves furiously at the hooded Lich.
"WAIT!" Jake yelled, firing air bullets past them to stop them, but he was too far away.
The old blacksmith was the only one who was not a fighter, so the supersonic compressed air bullet successfully managed to shock him out of his wits. He was so startled that he rolled backwards, only catching himself by bouncing back nearly twenty meters.