Necromancer Vs. Capo 3
Golden smoke from the blast died down, revealing Nico standing alone in a smoking black crater, the coin shining bright in his hand. The variants had all been annihilated wholesale by the explosion, preventing Mist from reforming them.
The Ivory Knights, however, still had armor pieces and bone fragments strewn about.
These started to quiver and reform as tendrils of condensed mist gathered around them. In a few mere seconds, they had completely regenerated, their enormous dark greatswords held heavy in their bone-gauntleted hands.
The ten Ivory Knights, wreathed in auras of blood-tinged flame, resumed their charge, surging forward with heavy, armor-clanking steps like humanoid tanks. They roared, too, and their bellows were just as deep and thunderous and threatening as that of a lion's.
Nico deftly maneuvered his coin through his fingers, eyes flitting from side to side as he analyzed the threats.