Jynx wrinkled her nose, refusing to be impressed by the young woman's speed. "Of course he is," she grumbled. Clicking to her demonic steed, she and Nightmare leaped into the hall. Tiameth fluttered around her head, chattering anxiously.
The large black horse snorted and tossed her head, eyes rolling and flaming as she took in their adversary. Without a word, Jynx drew a knife from her belt, took aim, and let it fly.
It buried itself to the hilt in the necromancer's shoulder. She paused, waiting to see if he reacted to pain or would simply keep coming like the other undead creatures she'd dealt with in these ruins.