Smiling all the while his new companion calmed his nerves, Tonto sighed a breath of relief, "Vanteus it is then. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, my friend."

Although his new found powers were a tad bit frightening, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to him being. [Color=cyan][I]"Destiny?...Yes...That's what the spirit said."[/I][/color]

At any rate Tonto followed about two yards behind Vanteus, the green-grass turning a darker shade as they moved farther from the ocean. Tonto remembered Vanteus saying something about that.

A few moments had passed when all of a sudden Tonto stopped in his tracks, a jolt coursing through his body. A quick, disgruntled gasp escaped from between his pursed lips, eyes squinched tightly shut as a flood of power and knowledge overcame him. 

A sigh of relief. His eyes darted open, a serious look upon his face. Tonto had now accepted his fate, embracing his destiny. He relished in the clarity that this had brought him. A feeling he had never felt before: purpose.

He noticed Vantaeus had stopped walking. He noticed that Vantaeus had drawn his daggers, striking a defensive stance. [Color=cyan]"Well, this should be interesting."[/color]

Tonto advanced closer towards Vantaeus, spotting the creatures in the distance. Instantly Tonto was able to gauge their strength and ascertain their weaknesses. Must've been Destiny and Fate ruling in his favor. With minimal effort, Tonto summoned a staff from the Spirit Realm; a Six foot staff made of solid oak and solid black, almost charred. 

His next task was to prepare himself for battle, "Shall we play, Vantaeus?" An Angry Spirit, one he had seen before, manifested next to him. 

[Color=red][b]"Well, Master...I told you so."[/b][/color] The Spirit was clearly picking at the young Necromancer, but it still had an edge of agitation to it. [Color=red][B]"Now I can show you what I'm made of!"[/b][/color]