Joss rose back up his full height, taking a deep breath.  The troll, and his sudden retreat, only draws a grimace before he returns to spellcasting.  While, certainly, he could aim more magic at the resilient fighter in the hopes of bringing him down, it's clear what his responsibility is in this case.  Even as Patch begans to dance with the summoned elemental, the winds of magic began to return to the field.  The Succubus made made for a wonderful harvest for the necromancer and he is happy to use the material on hand as he draws a beautiful black pearl from his bag of reagents, crushing it and grinding the dust between his palms before a dramatic motion and a word of power announces his next spell.<br/><br/>The bodies of the recently departed twitch and jerk... before rising to their feets, groaning and creaking.  No matter the terrible damage that Nakatina's scythe had caused to flesh, they awoke to a necromancer's call to do his bidding.  The four of them began to lumber toward the elemental, providing Patch and Kanis the means to flank and cover their tactics with.<br/><br/>"Goodman Patch," Joss calls out, even as he tucks his cane underneath an arm and limps toward a new position to better oversee the battle, "The zombies will heed your command from hence forth.  Spend them well."<br/><br/>The ghost rogue, an ally, is only offered the passing of a glance.  There was just too many things to do to worry too much about the woman's sudden and unexpected arrival.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>