Kills Grevane

"Die!" Grevane screamed, wild laughter in his unsteady voice. "Die, die, die-"
His howls broke off into a single quiet, choking noise, and the zombie on my back abruptly froze.
I struggled out from under it in time to see Grevane standing a few feet away, the chain discarded upon the ground, his hand held to his neck. Blood, black in the night, sprayed from between his fingers. His expression became enraged and he turned toward me, extending a hand to the zombie near me. The zombie turned, once more with purpose.
But then Grevane's expression became puzzled. His eyes rolled back in his head, and I saw the long, straight, smooth cut that had opened his neck from one side to the other, cutting all the way to his spine.
Ramirez stepped into my line of vision, his silver sword in hand and coated with blood. In his other hand he held his pistol. Without hesitation or hurry, he raised the gun and aimed at Grevane's head from five feet away.
Then he executed the stunned necromancer.
The body went loose, fell, and lay there in the grass and rain, one leg twitching.
Around us, the zombies had suddenly lost their vibrant animation, and most of them simply stood passively still, staring at nothing. Tyrannosaur Sue couldn't have cared less, and carried on with her killing spree.
Ramirez came to me and helped me to my feet. "Sorry it took me so long. I had to dodge some bad guys."
"You got here," I said, panting.
He nodded once, grimacing. "Couldn't shoot with you that close, in this light. Had to do it the old-fashioned way. You were one hell of a good distraction, though."
"You did fine," I said. I could feel hot wetness trickling down my back. "Thank God he was insane."


Dead Beat Chapter 42, Page 380-381