Silva tried not to gawk.<br/><br/><em>Necromancer!</em>The word flashed through his mind like a gunshot. His old mentor told him about them - their magic focused on the manipulation of the dead. He had never met one before, and was awestruck (in a gruesome sort of way) by the power of his spell. The fact that he stressed the word “superior” was not lost on him, either.<br/><br/>Yup. Defiantly an Archmage. If he wasn’t, Silva would be greatly surprised.<br/><br/>“<em>Alive</em>?” he said to the Archmage, raising an eyebrow. Turning back to what was used to be the feral vampire, he lifted his hand once more. No more messing around, time to clean up. Muttering a string of incomprehensible phrases and gesturing with his free hand, Silva gathered energy to his palm. Tiny shining symbols began to float around his hands like ghosts.<br/><br/>“Burn away…“ he muttered darkly. When he built up a globe of light the size of a beach ball, he let it all loose. A large beam flooded out from his outstretched hand, flashing brilliantly as it blasted towards his target.<br/><br/>(Attack roll using Power. 1d10+9. Result:  12)<br/><br/>When he was done, he turned back to the Archmage.<br/><br/>“We should go,” Silva suggested. “If there are any more nearby, they will be attracted to the spike of magical energy from our attacks.”