Mikey and Joneson made short work of the remnants with their overwhelming power, although their lacking skill would have made it quite an amusing sight for an onlooker. Joneson naturally didn't care, but Mikey kept grumbling under his breath.
"Oi Mikey, what's got you looking like you swallowed bad cheese, hmm?" Joneson asked with concern as he ran over after absorbing his share of the Death Energy.
Mikey scratched his head. "Boss gave us these weapons to practice with, but I feel it will take some time to do so. His queue for Transmutation is full too, so he can't make skillbooks for us. That means we have to either learn ourselves or find a teacher."
Joneson tilted his head. "You sure bout that? We are now Vampires, not Liches, remember? Before, we could only do some basic stuff, but now we're Supreme Undead, right?"
Mikey clapped Joneson on the head 'lightly'. "Get on with it blockhead!"
