Viktor could do nothing more than sigh at her scathing remark, finding it more productive simply not to respond. She had a good reason for her attitude towards his kind, after all. Still... It became more and more tiring to fight alongside her, as she had no real notion of friendliness to give towards him. The worry of her leaving him to die down here once she had her wings was fresh in his mind, as well. Perhaps the smarter choice would've been keeping her in the dungeon and sending his best men after the wings... However, it was too late to regret his choices. He was already here, deep in the catacombs of mages past.
As they descended the massive, winding staircase all the way to the bottom of the cylindrical chamber, Viktor could've sworn he heard groans and faint whispers, all coming from the darkness that shrouded the bottom of the chamber. He estimated that at any time now, more of the dead would be here to wreak havoc on their quest. "You hear that? Keep up your guard." He said sternly, gripping his spear tight as they went. With every open tomb he passed, he kept a close eye on the cobweb-covered, dusty bodies that lay within. At this point, any corpse in this place was a serious threat.
However, it didn't take long at all for the source of the sound to show its ugly face. The groans turned into shrill, piercing screeches, three figures in black, tattered robes flying up from the shadows with skeletal wings. In fact, their entire bodies were nothing more than decrepit bones, the spaces between the boney fingers of the wings being filled in with dark magic. They wielded staffs which were much taller than their own bodies, made of rusty iron with ornate chimes at the end. The chimes pulsated with vile, dark magic of the same reddish-purple hue of their wings, screeching out once more before launching three geysers of the energy right at them.
Viktor's eyes widened, shoving Anoria out of harm's way before rolling from another geyser aimed right at him. Once the attacks faded, Viktor spun his spear in his hands, the entire weapon lighting up brightly. "Close your eyes, if you value your sight!" He warned her. He aimed the spear, tossing it like a javelin at the skeletal being right in front of him. As it whizzed through the air, it resembled a perfectly straight bolt of lightning, colliding with the bones of his target and exploding in every direction, some of the bones charred and glowing with hot embers. The spear stuck into the stone of the wall right in front of them, the weapon's glow fading.
Viktor reached forward to bring back his weapon telekinetically, barely having time to react as the remaining skeletal figures disappeared in two seperate clouds of black. One reappeared right beside him, thrusting its staff into his chest, which sent him tumbling back into Anoria. The other reappeared at her side, screeching loudly as it formed a magical blade of dark energy, long enough to strike them both down, if it saw fit. Raising the blade high above its head, it brought it down hard and fast, Viktor instinctively jumping to his feet to escape the blow. Alas, the skeleton was too fast. He'd be caught by the blade regardless.
