Mel stood behind the vampire, her scythe raised. When the fire sprang up, she jumped backward with a little cry of 'holy shit.'
She bit at her bottom lip. This was magic, what she was seeing. And that was well and good.
It didn't stop the thing behind her, though.
Mel didn't know what a mummy was. She'd read about them a time or two, but that wasn't the kind of thing that she spent a lot of time worrying about facing.
When she backed into it, Mel screamed.
The mummy was about a foot taller than her, and it didn't look... brittle. It looked strong, because the actor playing it had been muscular. But it had no eyes. It was rotted. And it was reaching for her.