Second Resurrection
His eyes met light once more, now he was wearing armour, a rusted breastplate but still better than nothing, and a simple wooden staff in his hand, it seems this time the necromancer wished to have Arkhan take the role of a wizard, likely a better outcome given his poor performance during his previous resurrection.
As the skeleton warriors in front of him charged forward, he would raise his staff, a small gathering of sparks appearing just above the end of his weapon, with the sparks growing in intensity as they morphed from sparks to a cohesive ball of flame, [Fireball], the fireball flew forward, past the skeleton warriors and colliding with the shield of one of the Necromancer's adversaries.
Cllink
An arrow hit and bounced off the rusted plate that Arkhan was given to defend himself with, bad armour was better than no armour after all, though, when the line of skeletons broke and the enemy party, seemingly comprised of just warriors, came rushing towards him Arkhan casted another fireball and took a few steps back. The heroes rushed him, cutting him apart but, by some miracle, not killing him.
As his second resurrection came to a close he heard his adversaries speak.
"Seriously? A fucking wooden staff?"
"Ha! What, did you think you'd get some new items for your girlfriend?"
"Shut up, both of you!"
"ok, ma'am"
"yes, ma'am"
"Listen, we're selling the items, not like we could get anything good from a lower end dungeon besides some decent XP"
XP, what was XP?
"uh... fine, better get some good money out of it, gotta take my girl out someplace nice"
"are you kiddi-"
"Thompson!"
"ugh..."
With that final disgruntled groan the second resurrection ended.