The sword goes flying, knocked out of Serkos’ hands, landing a few feet away. Serkos calmly raises his hand and says “Concede, or I’ll erase you. I’ll give you one chance, old man.”
Ellex, ignoring his words, raises his free hand.
Something zoom pass Serkos, barely scratching his left ear.
The rib bones are flying back.
The instant Ellex begins to move, a bright light begins to emit from Serkos’ right hand. It encompasses the entire arena. Serkos’ bones crack, and his arm emitting the light turns to dust.
(idk why everyone is waiting for us to finish the fight. everyone has multiple characters lel)
Serkos stands, one of his arms crumbled entirely to dust, in the Arena.
“I warned you…” He turns back to the Lich Lord. (@FadeBlade)
“It is done.”
Yale clears his throat.
“Elder Lich has triumphed. The seat of the council is rightfully transferred to the winner of the fight.”
The arena is silence, for a moment. Slowly, claps rains down. It sounds half hearted, like drizzle after a heavy rain.
Desia stays silent, her face grim. She onwatches the victorious skeleton and his master.
That magic…
The lichlord stands up No matter you did your purpose.
I walk up to the old man and hold my scythe out to his neck I want 1 good reason as to why I should keep you alive
The old man face turns pale, but Yale hastily intercepts.
“Elder Lich, one of the reason the assault of necromancers is forbidden is to avoid casualty between necromancers. It is hard to find diciples of necromancy these days and the numbers are dwindling.”
his scythe disappears you retain your life this day.
I walk up to the 4 other members I want a meeting in the tomb now
The four members silently nod. They leave.
@Shurian
Yale approaches Desia and smiles.
“So? What do you think?”
@Damafaud @FadeBlade @Marluxion
“While that skeleton is strong against other undead, that is a self sacrificial ability. He is also not too strong against non-undeads. My sister will know more about this however.”
“What do you think, dear?”
Desia looks at her sister @AgentBoin, awaiting an reply.
She looks at the Lich Lord in disdain.
“That weapon of his is the only thing we need worry about.” She says simply.
“Another bag of bones…”