Zaros ran directly into Zamorak, who raised his arm with a dagger to kill, as Amascut ordered. Zaros raised his hand as well and held Zamorak's. "Zamorak," he said, his voice clear and loud. "Don't let this witch control you."
Amascut cackled. "You fool!" she yelled. "You can't break my spell!"
"You're not the Zamorak I know," Zaros continued, ignoring her.
"This has gone on long enough. Aithama, do away with him already."
Aithama nodded and leapt at Zaros, dagger aimed squarely on his jugular.
"No god can be submissive," Zaros said, and Zamorak's eyes widened. "I would never bestow the Mantle on such a man."
Clash! Aithama's dagger collided with Zamorak's blade, which the General used to shield Zaros. "What?" Amascut demanded.
"That's more like it," Zaros said through a sigh of relief.
Zamorak's eyes returned to their usual gray selves. The black serpent tattoo on his back faded away, leaving his skin unstained. "This time," he growled as he glared at Aithama, "you won't get the better of me."
Zamorak and Aithama jumped away, squaring off in another area. Zaros turned and looked at Amascut. "Well, Devourer," he said, "is there no diplomacy here?"
"Shut it," the woman replied. "You will pay for what you've done. I've waited too long for it not to happen." The Devourer looked at the crowd of priestesses surrounding them. "Get him!"
As the priestesses moved in around the Emperor, Zaros glared directly into Amascut's eyes. "You can't fight me yourself?"
"You aren't worth it."
Zaros smiled. "We'll see."
One of the women leapt at Zaros, but a wave of shadow sent her reeling backwards. Zaros created an orb of shadow that repeled the attacks. "None of these will touch me," Zaros said. "If you insist on sending them in, I will kill them."
"You'll just have to slaughter them, then!"
Zaros frowned. "I hoped I wouldn't have to do that, but I guess you leave me with no choice." He lowered the shield. "I'm sorry."
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