He turns to the lich, and begins screeching. The horrid scream seizes any minor undead around him, and corrupts them, their magic being overridden as he takes them from the lich, turning them to dust. "Banefire?" His eyes blaze white, and he searches the room for the phylactery. "At least he'll take his own life with it." He begins spinning his scythe, the weapon absorbing the necrotic power around it and softly vibrating.