"If you want to live, I suggest you get back. Now." another scream from his target drew his attention though, as this was no mere cry of agony. She called him, a traitor. "You bitch! Your lies will be tolerated no more!" at that moment, she went quiet. And a jet black pillar of flame shot up into the air. Nhil raised his left hand with the blade, absorbing the heat and keeping himself cool as he observed the spectacle. The dark fires burned away the magical essence that composed the wraiths and reduced each remnant was charred to naught but blackened bones. The pillar of supernatural heat finally died down, with the traitor general looking quite battle-ready despite her grievous wounds. His eyes flicked towards the bones of his remnants scattered around the sorceress and a scowl ghosted across his features for a moment. "You look like shit, general."
Diloxi summoned her darkwood staff to hand and animated the serpentine weapon, prompting the necromancer to finish his chant. A deep blue aura permeated the air about him with energy, clashing with the dark elf's own dark force. Five pinpoints of black magic formed around the outstretched skull in Nhil's hand, channeling necrotic energy. The ebon skull of his brother would enhance the power and quality of each necrotic spell he used from this point on. At the moment Diloxi unleashed her hell lightning Nhil also sent his quintet of death finger spells at varying points for the dark elf. Nhil quickly raised his shortsword, Nithe and clashed blade to magic head on in a shower of sparks and force. The enchanted sword served to absorb a majority of the heat from her spell, and his veridian scarf Hazernon reduced the hellish energy to the point where Nhil was still standing, albeit with quite a few cuts from errant strands of power around his sword arm. Why waste a counterspell when resistance and tenacity are aplenty? he thought. "Rot in Avernus, you wretched harpy. You're the traitor! I should've seen it from day one...winning a battle, losing one, no matter what though, you survived. I suppose you lost this one on purpose, to please your little garden snake?"
Without warning Gillian's empty eyes flew alit with a deep violet flame, and the bones around Diloxi instantly arose with a sheen that made them appear to be made of polished obsidian. Dark skulls, more powerful undead granted by the enchanted bone's powers. Each charred skeleton was as durable as steel, and nearly immune to both shadow and heat spells alike. With mental nudge the necromancer sent all thirteen dark skull remnants to devour Diloxi's flesh once more. With that distraction, Nhil released his uilt up energy and chanted in a sinister language not meant for the ears of mortals. The earth shook and spat gouts of dirt and refuse. Most didn't know, or didn't care...but Justice had been a Savage war camp in ealier generations. As such, it was built upon the blood and bones of it's conquered...including, the warbeasts. With a blood-curdling roar the undead monstrousity exploded from the ground barely fifteen feet behind Diloxi. It immediately calmed, and lowered it's massive head to glare in her direction...then charged, intending to take much more than a bite out of the warlock.
