john watched as tristan carved his way through the undead army john had created for him..it was comprised not only of humans but many other alien races as well.."use your footwork!" john guided from the sidelines, and watched as tristan corrected his feet and attacked again.."you're holding your weapon too tightly - " the 19 year old instantly loosened his grip just as an undead soldier struck, knocking his sword out of his hand...it skidded along the floor and stopped at john's feet.."-now too lightly"
the reaper waved his hand the everyone undead suddenly stopped moving, as if they suddenly fell asleep.."you have got to get balance..if you hold it too tightly you'll hurt yourself, and not tight enough, this happens, and you die"
"you couldnt help me if i fall?"
"not this time, you came one generation too late for that" the lord of death leaned back against the wall, and TK tossed tristan's sword back..the undead suddenly roared to life again.."keep going...push yourself...remember, just because you're in a team doesnt mean you let everyone else do the work for you.."
"if you dont mind me asking" the boy grunted as he dodged and weaved "what is the point of this excercise??"
"you'll need the bodies"
"what!?" tristan asked...john sighed and stopped the army again..
"when i was doing this, i was the one who provided the armies..necromancy is your ULTIMATE weapon, yet you hardly use it..if just your and your teammates go into battle you WILL get creamed, which is why you have to be this generation's version of me..not only do you have to make mincemeat of their armies, you need to use your necromancy to create an army strong enough to back you up, which is why when i say so, you will focus all of your necromatic powers on all the enemies you have just killed"..tristan stared at john for a couple of seconds, then nodded and repositioned himself..
"again!" john called out, and the army sprang back to life, immeditately going for tristan, who resummoned his swords and charged once again..