Alex was just fresh out of the portal. He burned through almost all his magic ability just to get enough favour with his dark boss to fix himself, but he was back to normal, abeit with a stich here, and some new spells. Gone were the virgin eldritch blast and in was ChAoS fire, he also had several closets worth of bones, of differing races, so he thought he would be fine, hopefully, possibly? Oh god. Alex lost a great deal of composure, and began watching, paranoid.

Somehow, he didn't notice the man until it was too late, and he jumped back, "W-who are you!?" He knew it, he was fucked

The man chuckles. "I'm the guy who's gonna kick your ass." He then does a sick yoda flip and slices the rock right next to him in half with his blade, it's upper half falling to the ground as he lands on the soft grass as well. "Pretty 'sick', -as they say- right? Anyways, I run a pretty big corporation so I just programmed this place to practice self-defense, just in case." He slashes his blade in a horizontal arc, a wide energy projectile forming in the air at the tip of the blade and firing off once the slash is finished. The arc then propels forward at the rocks opposite from him, destroying three rocks in the process.

Alex tossed himself behind a couch, carrying a small pouch along with him. he needed time to think, to plan. He was down in a hole as in order to use his necromancies, he sacrificed his raw magical aptitude, which would come back stronger with training. But he didn't have time to train his magic, no, but he had one thing going for him: chaos flare. He tossed one out, and then he got all the way down. the flare flew like a dart, landing somewhere turning it to water, mixed with liquid molybdenum. He threw another, but hit the wall. It was a weak strike, but an unpredictable one.

The man strokes his chin with his free hand and cocks his head to the side, glancing over the other person's attack. "Darts? What are they, laced with poison? Most things you'll end up fighting will have enough dexterity to endure that. Ah, but i'm sure you don't need me to explain that, do you?"

ALex looked out and saw the man. His foe didn't have much in the way of range. except for the sword beams, but had more firepower. Alex took the pouch from earlier and leaped out over the couch and towards the man. He opened the bag at him, and hordes of skeletons poured out, armed, armored and charging at the man. "I suppose, but I have more tricks than that!" That gave Alex the breathing room he needed, to let his magic flow back into him so he could do something more powerful.

"Necromancy? That's only good for making pale visages, i'm afraid. Should be easy to take care of." Itachi slashes the saber twice in both diagonal directions, forming wide projectiles that expand as they approach the foes. The projectiles hit the sides of the skeleton army, leaving much of the center unscatched and free to approach. Rather than dissipating the projectiles freeze in motion as they cut into the ground.

Alex let out a chuckle, as his middle skeletons made it into melee. they attacked with an inhuman efficiency, losing not their momentum from the charge. They sent their spears through gaps and stabbing blades in a focused wall of protected bone and blade. The middle skeletons would simply put themselves back together, broken pieces reattached and massed together. On the other hand, Alex had some of his magic flow back into him, as he threw a wide magic shield, to his middle group, as to guard them from the blade. But this drained a bit more than Alex's magic, and burnt some of his vitality away. "A fool's mistake, using slashing blows on skeletons."

The man quickly thrusts the blade backwards, the projectiles that were wedged into the ground quickly moving backwards and flying into the backs of the group of enemies directly in front of Itachi, brimming with plasmic energy now being wedged between bone. Rathering than completely slicing through the skeletons, the energy would freeze in place like ice, leaving a permenant gash where each skeleton was struck as if they cut deep and the cut was instantly filled with rubble caving in on them. Of course, were they to attempt to move in any way they would most likely be cut more from the friction of the bone grinding against the energy unless they possessed the undeterred focus necessary to move away from the projectile without making a single impulsive or imprecise movement. Alternatively, they would simply be stuck. The man, on the otherhand, slashed through the barbaric weaponry with his lightsaber, attempting to break anything that can threaten him completely by swinging the saber in a U shape across the skirmish in front of him. "Mistake? I'd hardly call it that. The outcome's all that matters, only looking back can we truly say what a mistake is."

"Halt!" Alex called the command out, and so the skeletons stopped completely. He could feel it now, the loaned power in his necromancy returning twofold. Alex dispelled the wall and strafed to the side, running and fired a bolt of changing colors. This Chaos bolt flew straight at the man then at a foot's distance bent to strike the ground, turning it to watery mud and quite possibly corrupting the man slightly, with no symptoms aside from quiet whispers in the mind. Alex had more magic energy now, and was better suited for single combat. "Take this!" "Dammit."

The man, in an amazing feat of agility, leaps above the Chaos bolt and transcends the stone structure, leaning towards it in order to safely land on it's surface. "Interesting." He holds his free hand out towards Alex, curling it around the air as sparks emit from his palm, a tremendous bolt of lightning forming in front of him and quickly striking Alex's chest with many forks hitting the floor and wall behind him.

Alex screamed as his heart stopped, and he fell soon after. "That, won't stop me yet." His hand weakly moved over to a hidden tattoo on his left shoulder, it was a magical tattoo, givem by a friend. He activated it and died, turning himself into one of the undead, still in control but without any magical limiters. He stood up again, and in retaliation, fired off a life draining black beam.

"Need you really be so melodramatic? You do realize this is just a simulation, right?" The man holds his free hand out, halting the beam's motion as it was halfway between him and his opponent. Patiently calculating his next move, the man stomps in the center of the structure, inexplicably creating a crater in the rock which was deep enough to cover him from all sides but above as he ducked into it.

"oh...." Alex dashed over to the skeletons, taking the skeleton parts that were free of the projectile's cut, blades attached to arms, chests, legs, the whole thing. They locked together and connected to Alex's arms, with Alex holding an arm holding back onto him, but the extra extension to his arms wasn't enough, as Alex corrupted the bones, turning them into tentacled masses of primal chaos. Alex's magic was beginning to enter a new high, further exacerbted by the currupting force of chaos. Alex imbued his tentacles of primal chaos with vampirism, then he pulled himself at the man with incredible power and strength and then struck him down, deepening the crater.