<em>"I cannot die! I will--"</em>began the undead, and then it was cut off rather decisively by by a couple of tons of rock, after which nothing stirred. Not the followers, watching in awe. Not the slavers, lying dead. And not the former slaves, sitting and standing in slack-jawed awe at the radiant woman who had appeared from nowhere, leaving her nemesis as crushed wreckage.<br/><br/>For several seconds, the only sound was tinkling rocks rolling down the gorge from the crash. The captives stared in disbelief, looking like the only thing keeping them quiet was that they couldn't decide if they collectively wanted to flee from Mouse or drop to their knees and worship her.