VirtuaVanguard II: Seasoned Swordsmaster

Instantly, a chilling aura bombarded Allen's senses, a foreboding warning of incoming danger. Suddenly, the ground beneath Allen's feet trembled. Dark shadows emerged, forming skeletal warriors whose arms burst forth from within the ground, forcing Allen to leap backward momentarily, creating space between himself and the undead.

"Necromancy," he muttered in acknowledgement, his previous negative evaluation for this virtual arena twisting around as a smirk appeared on his lips.

The skeletal warriors rose swiftly, creating a barrier between him and the Monarch of Death. His courage refused to falter. Tightening the grip around his sword, he activated his draconic flames, enveloping his sword in red blazing fire.