Necromancer’s Identity

The mana-projectile flew through Tycondrius' opponent, leaving the piss-lizard completely unharmed. 

But why?

It flew toward the crowd. 

It dispersed into several unique ghostly forms. Those banshees then joined their sisters from the first attack, preying upon the lizard-army regulars. 

Ah.

That was why. 

One particular banshee seemed to be wearing a full set of plate armor, slightly translucent as to fit her 'spooky' aesthetic. She wielded a red, flaming sword, reminiscent of one of Starfury's weapons of choice. 

Natalya's terrifying wrath, given form. 

Tycon was glad that he spent time to position himself properly. His body was behind him, far away from that existence. 

"STOP THIS!" Grunnar demanded, "CEASE THY VILLAINY, AT ONCE!!"

Tycon held his sword arm out, charging a third Frozen Heart attack. 

He considered saying something witty. 

...but he decided the notion of verbal dialogue to be rather droll.