Rise through the Ranks

[Grave_Guardian]

Chapter7: The Necromancer
Grave appeared in the room that he wanted to but something was wrong. He could feel a large heavy object on his back. He looked up to see that his horse was on his back instead of the other way around. “What the hell?” He said a little confused. He put the horse down and got on its back. “The Deathven was right the spell does fu** up once in a while. Come on you” Looking down at the horse. “Lets get moving I need to find something or someone.” Grave said with an uneasy feeling in him. He knew were he had to go but didn’t know how he knew. It was like a strange voice was calling him to an area. They started out into the mines not knowing were they were going to end up. As they walked they had to pass through a room with a couple of Dubchics in it. They fell easy even without taking down their control box. They moved into a dark room, with what looked like hanging capsules. “I know this place.” Grave thought. He walked to the center of the room where he saw what he thought was a Chaos Sorcerers staff. He drew his sword and started closer. He looked at the staff and realized he had never seen that kind of staff before. He went to take it from its place when a voice yelled. “Hold Deathevn.” Grave whipped around looking for the source of the voice. His horse put its faceplate down, worrying Grave. The staff moved around and then started to float in the air. Grave backed off a bit while putting down his own faceplate. He could barley see a shadow appearing in the shape of what looked like a twisted Chaos Sorcerer. The shape then materialized before him. For a split second Grave thought it was an undiscovered type of Sorcerer, but when he peered closer he knew he was wrong. The eyes were the wrong colour. The cloak was also not what the current Sorcerers were known to wear. The staff was to big and glowed with more power. Plus there was the fact that there were no crystals around it. He was also thinking of how it knew the name of what he was. The horse gave off a whinny and started to back off even more.
“I see that your horse knows when to give in and run Deathevn you could learn something from him.”
“The horse has nothing to do with this. Who are you are?” Grave yelled pissed.
“Why I an surprised. Such a class should know what I am. You are dumber then you look Deathevn.”
“Alright that is it, I don’t know what the hell you are but you won’t live to tell me. Now come lets us see who is stronger.” Grave said as he drew is blade once again.
“I am a Necromancer. Yes we will see who is stronger.” The Necromancer wailed as he raised his staff. Grave started to charge him when the all to familiar hands of Skull Knights started to rise from the ground. His horse kicked up and again almost knocked off Grave. Grave got control of the hors and continued his charge. The Skull Knights had started to emerge from the ground and picked up their weapons. Grave was about strike the Necromancer when he disappeared. Grave turned his horse to see that now his foe was now behind the small army of Skull Knights.
“What? Can’t fight your own fights? Bah, no matter I will cut through these weaklings and then come for you.” Grave cried as he charged toward the Knights with Killing Edge drawn and pointed toward them. His horse had put its head down and was ready for the fight. The Necromancer was just floating there, ready to make more servants if need be. Grave started to slash at the Skulls with his sword. They fell easy, but more just kept coming. He could feel his horse stopping and gouging at its own opponents, but Grave had to worry about himself at the moment. He brought his sword up and threw it into the crowed of Knights before him. He was able to cut a fair sized hole in the line and was able to get out of the center f the fight.
“I have fought your kind before little Deathevn. I know what you are capable of doing.” The Necromancer said as he raised a few more Knights.
Grave had got to the other side of the room by then and had his book in front of him reading out a spell to take out most of the Knights. “May the storm of the Undead… ahhh.” Grave yelled as a Knight struck him in the side where there was little amour. The horse then rose and kicked the Knight into an oncoming group of Knights knocking them over, the ones at the bottom being crushed by the weight. Grave looked down at the wound to see that he was missing a few inches of his left arm bone. The arm was just hanging there by nothing more then two inches of thin bone. The pain was unexplainable. Grave winced every time he moved, not showing it all the time. He started back into the Knights, hacking and slashing as he went. He had moved to the other side of the room where the Necromancer should have been, but when he turned it was on the other side again.
“You cannot hope to defeat me little one. Go back to were you came from and will let you walk away.”