Wizardz ep 2

Zak walked beside his new "friend'' though he could barely be called that as they had just met and his first impressions had made a bad mark on zak. As they walked he took a moment to observe malichy and get a good look at what he was wearing. Malichy had an air of confidence; it was almost as if he was ready to take on anyone and win. He was wearing a black soot covered cloak with a strange flag on the front, the sleeves of which were rolled up, from zaks perspective it looked like he was wearing bandages on his arms the knuckle of which were covered on blood, his own or someone else's zak could not tell

They exited the forest as Zak was rambling about his life and his best friend pix.

"As i was saying pix is probably the strongest sorcerer i-"

Right in the middle of his sentence Zak was punched in the face by a bony fist. Zak fell to the ground with a dull thud. The attacker was a third year student who resented Zak who was held as a poster boy for the school his name was Jack starvin. The skeleton stood at a ready position anticipating a retaliation from Zak. Unexpectedly malichy stepped up and took a position he drew his fists to ready and drew all of his concentration his pupils turned a dull white, he was completely focused on demolishing anyone who came his way.everyone including pix felt the overwhelming presence of this figure it felt almost so suffocating pix felt as though he was to be crushed.

Suddenly zak stood up and grabbed malachy's shoulder and said with as much courage he could muster up

"He wants a battle with me not you, stand down"

Malichy did as he said, he backed up and sat down

"If you get into a bind im right here" he grinned "your not in the best fighting condition"

Jack laughed "as if someone as weak as him could even touch me"

Zak put up his hand and channeled his concentration and launched a single powerful single beam of fire he called this attack "the beam of a thousand suns". It blasted him back and soared toward Jack but he simply dodged it letting it hit a tree nearby, the tree was erased leaving no trace . Zak's adversary launched his counter attack launching a giant bone at zak, just as he dodged it it broke into a hundred pieces, redirected and reformed, striking zak directly in the chest, launching him directly into malichy. Malichy caught him with one arm, watching the crowd he saw pix shake his head in disappointment and walk away, this would fill him with rage,malichy said to him,

"Try thinking of your aura as the veins of your magic channeling an attack and a defense like your draining your blood to one of your body parts"

Zak thought it over "what could it hurt, other than my face" he thought to himself . he stepped back into the brawl and channeled himself, he concentrated harder than he had ever on anything, suddenly he felt it he felt the flow through his magic veins. He channeled all of the aura in his one fist and took a battle position, jack launched himself at zak ready to land a blow, but with shocking speed zak retaliated and landed his punch on jacks face. This amazing attack would send Jack flying and crack his skull open on the school's brick. This would earn a grandiose "ooh" from the crowd malichy was too distracted though.

"Great job Zak" he said absent mindedly

Malichy walked like a man on a mission, zak on his heels. He pushed past the group of people and reached pix. Malichy spun him around and pushed him backwards

"What the hell ma-" pix said loudly before he got cut off by malichy

"You listen here zak talked so highly of you, just for just for me to see you to turn your back on him in his greatest moment of triumph" he had an air of anger it was so powerful that not even the malicious spirit would try to get near him. Pix looked at him with a sad look on his face but said nothing.

Suddenly pix's eyes went a pure milky white he began rambling. He saw flashes of pictures of an army, a black figure , blood and a severed arm. It all happened too fast, suddenly it all stopped. Pix was on the ground panting,

" we need to gather an army w-we must do something a great calamity will soon fall upon us "

This prophecy would be all too true little did they know this would be a tragedy in which was already gaining victims. A black figure was crouched over a man in a dingy room that smelled of mold. The man was frail and pale. The figure wore a strange white plague mask that covered half of his face; it looked as though it was growing across his face, branching all over. His eyes glowed a bright red and his pearly smile was twisted across his face

"I will ask you one more time, will you join my army as an anti mage or a mindless zombie?" he addressed the man with a dramatic flare yet the man stood steadfast in his decision.

"No" he said confidently "I will never stoop to being an anti mage"

Without hesitation the figure raised his hand and black lightning shot from it reducing the man to a hollow shell. The figure put his hand on the dilapidated corpse shooting lightning into the man.

"Let you be reborn to serve as my disciple." he said with a smile

The corpse stood up  the black lightning sparking from his eyes. The figure raised his head and began to laugh boisterously. He turned and opened a door beside him. The adjacent room was filled with thousands of these sorcery-imbued corpses, the newest corpse walked into the room joining the figures' vast army.

"Soon the entire city of ilustrie would know a life without sorcery." the figure said to himself