The necromancer sighed, though it was impossible to see what his expression was beneath the mask.

"Zalo, I said [i]take care of her[/i]," he commented, simply. The lightning mage's gauntlets crackled, clearly some form of magical tool he was using to bypass the need to cast a spell.

"I didn't expect a little girl to react that fast, y'know," he commented with a shrug, before raising his hand again. Only his second attack never came. An armored foot hit his back with a crack of impact, and his eyes widened as he tumbled forward, hitting his side and rolling once before lying still, on his front. At least, for a moment. He quickly pushed himself up off the ground, eyes burning with anger and wide with shock. "What the hell, how'd you get down here so fast?!"

"Markas must have fallen," replied the necromancer, simply, with an unconcerned shrug, "I imagine Caloh must have been slain as well, looking at how many of them are here. How bothersome."

He sighed again, shrugging his shoulders. Zalo, who had gotten back to his feet, seemed stunned at the news.

"Both of them?! No way..." he exclaimed, shaking his head. He raised one crackling gauntlet. "How the hell did you bastards manage that?! I'll fry you!"

Waves of lightning erupted from his fingertips. As they did, the necromancer simply snapped his fingers to send the skeletons charging.

Meanwhile, Tili ducked low, her eyes still fixed on her sister, now. She had to save her, she had to get to her, but between her was the lightning and the skeletons...!

Kyphi squirmed in her bindings, letting out some muffled sounds when she saw Tili.