The Chairman readied the final blow, when he heard shouting from the corridor.  The stoutly guard ran in bruised and battered. 

                “Sir,” he gasped, “We are under attack.”

                Just then, the bones that laid by Leon began to rattle.  They rose into the air, connected themselves together to make a skeleton.  The skeleton snatched the sword out of the Chairman’s hands.  It charged at the guard, thrusting the sword through his chest.  The stoutly lurched forward as the sword was drawn out of him.  The life left his face.  He fell to the floor dead. 

                The skeleton stood idly by the corridor.  Sounds of footsteps began to echo from the corridor.  The footsteps grew louder, as a figure appeared.

                Mr. Mantia stepped into the light.  He was still wearing the same ceremonial robes, but he also had a large skull necklace draped on his neck.

                “Professor?” Briana uttered confused.

                “Mr. Gallows, Ms. Hawthorn,” said Mr. Mantia chuckling, “Staying up so late will make you late to my class.

                “What is a necromancer doing here?” said the Chairman, clenching his teeth.”

                “Although it is against Alejandro’s wishes,” began Mr. Mantia, “I felt it necessary to wake him up.”

                “Whatever you’re planning,” shouted the Chairman, “I’m not going to let that happen.”

                The Chairman ran out of the cell, pulling a dagger out of his jacket.  He leapt over the skeleton to give a blow to Mr. Mantia.  Another skeleton appeared from behind Mr. Mantia to absorb the blow.  Mr. Mantia headed into the cell.  As he passed through the door, he uttered a few archaic words.  Large, thick bones emerged from the ground and grew to the ceiling, creating a barrier between Mr. Mantia and the Chairman.  The Chairman headed for the barrier, but the skeletons blocked his path.