[@The One]

The dark being rose up from the grave covered in some sort of writing that he could not understand. It spoke with a dark tone that sent a shiver down his spine, and then sent a wave of powerful magical energy pushing against Leval's body trying to send him flying away from the grave. Only the fact that he had plunged his staff deep into the dirt below prevented him from being pushed back from the grave. He clung to it feeling his legs slip out from underneath him from the sheer wave of power. As soon as the wave had passed over him, he got his feet underneath him and pulled his staff from the ground. He extended the apex of the sharped hook of his staff- pushing it outward forming a somewhat crude, but usable scythe blade. He put the blade behind himself readying for an attack, but leaving himself open, baiting for another attack.