"Great, I wait for a rematch, and all I get is a cheesy two-bit freak show with no sense of originality," growled Jake as he charged forth, slamming his axe into three skeletons so hard they shattered into flying pieces of bone. "For crying out loud, I wait a week or two for a revenge match, and all you can throw at me are cliched words that aren't worth the breath used in saying them?! You really need an evil speech tutor."

Jake paused to listen to Taran's plan.

"Normally, I'd say shouting the plan isn't exactly a sign of smarts, kid," Jake said, his grin widening, "but I [i]like[/i] that idea. One lich stew coming up!"

Jake charged forth, slamming his axe into a nearby skeleton warrior, and then swung the hapless undead right at the closest cluster of undead soldiers as he ran at the Horned King.