The man stared at Fang and Crypt, but there was no fear on his face, rather a slight smirk at the side of his lips.
"My Path is called the Undead. It's quite ironic that I found myself fighting against someone that is a necromancer," the man said.
'The Undead? I've not heard of that path. Well, I haven't heard of lots of the paths, but still, it sounds like something that would have fit me more as a necromancer. Either way, let's get this over with,' Jake thought. He snapped his finger, and Fang shot forward.
The man formed another scythe and charged forward. Fang attacked with one head, biting into the man, its fangs lodged inside his body and venom shot into him.
But in that undead state, the man was immune to venom. He spun his scythe and attacked the second head, cutting into it deeply.
The first head swung him away like a rag doll. He slammed into the wall. Crypt immediately charged forward and thrust his spear—it moved so fast it sounded like it was ripping through space.
