Rise through the Ranks

[Grave_Guardian]

“Wait did you say that you were Grave?” The Newwearl asked looking shocked.
“Yes I am Grave the Assassin, well now I am the Undead Assassin.”
“Tha… that is not possible. The Grave that I knew was killed..” Grave interrupted.
“How long ago was that?”
“I think it was about four years ago.”
Grave thinking to himself. “I have been dead four years? Bah not possible.” To the group. “If are going to have at me then come, or I will strike the first blow.”
At that the group charged Grave. Grave dodge them easily.
“Bah weaklings, you cannot hit me.”
“We will see.” Hollered the RAcast. He turned his guns to Grave and unleashed a long volley of shots. Grave dodging each as easy as the last.
“Ha I am to fast for you.” Grave said. As he did he did not make it apparent that he knew that the HUmar was behind him. The HUmar took his Musashis and hit Grave across the back. Grave reeled back from the blow.
“Too fast ha you are nothing but a joke.” He yelled as he turned to strike again. Grave dodged the blow, and put his staff threw the gut of the HUmar. He looked down at the suffering Hunter, his mouth, ears, and nose all with blood dripping down from them.
“Asshole.” He said in a weak voice. Grave then raised his arms and threw him across the room, he landed near the others. Immediately the Newwearl casts Resta on him, and he got up, but still struggling.
“Fool, you dare hit me? How would you like to meet some of my little friends?” Before they could answer, Grave raised his arms, and the ground started to shake. As with the battle before, boney hands appeared from the ground. The three friends started to back off in horror. The hands started to rise up, the Skull Knights rising from the ground, grabbing their weapons from the ground. There were fifteen of then, all in a ready pose, waiting for the call to cut down their enemies.
“I hope you like them. Oh and were you the one who betrayed me?” He pointed to the Newwearl.
“I did not betray you Necromancer, I betrayed Grave.”
“I am Grave.” He yelled. “Ah you are no good to me. Knights kill them all. Spare none, oh and make sure it bloody.” All the Knights smiled at the thought.
They all stood still, the Knights not moving, the friends hearts beating so loudly Grave could hear them. What Grave licked most was that, he could smell the fear on them, and they were reeking of it. Then a Knight leapt at the RAcast with great speed. The RAcast didn’t react, the Knights blade simply bounced off of it amour. The RAcast then took his guns and lit up the Knight.
“You see, their weapons are no good. My amour is to strong for them to penetrate it.” Graves the raised his hand and the rest of the Knights lepted towards the three. The Newwearl casting Grants as fast as she could. The RAcast lighting up the closest Knights to him. The HUmar having a slightly harder time then rest. The Knights had shields, he did not. He fought furiously as the Knights kept coming at him blocking his blows with their shields. He was able to take out a few with his twin swords, but could feel himself weakening with every passing moment. He was about to hit the closest Knight when it erupted in a great light. The other Knights stopped suddenly at the sight, with them distracted the HUmar pooped a Trimate and cut the three Knight next to him down. He turned to see that the Newwearl had taken care of her Knights and was trying to help him. Grave floating there the whole time, not moving. In a matter of minutes the team of fifteen Knights was reduced to nothing but bones.
“You cannot win Necromancer.” The Newwearl screamed at Grave as she Granted the last Knight.
“Those were for warm up. I just became a Necromancer and I found a new way of raising them, have fun.” Grave said as the ground shook again. This time only ten Knights started to came up.
“Losing power?”
“No, just getting warmed up.” Grave said. The Knights started to come up from the ground, but they were not the same type of Knights as before. Instead of sword and shields they carried two small knives.
“What the fuck?” Asked the HUmar.
“Oh these? These are Skull Assassins. Stronger and faster then the normal Knights, but a little more fragile.” Just then a arrow came from the trees and landed beside the Newwearl. “Ah I was wondering when they would show up.” Grave looked up into the tree above them. There were a least six Skull Marksmen up there ready to snipe their new targets.
“These would be Skull Marksmen. Not very durable, but they like to stay away form the fray. Now resume the battle.” Grave stabbed his staff into the ground and the battle resumed. The Assassins went straight for the RAcast. He was able light one up but the others were on him in no time. The others went to help him but the Marksmen kept them at bay.