"Behold! I am Jack the Ripper!" The necromancer yelled, lifting his hands to the sky.
Fergold stood, unimpressed.
"You don't like me?" Jack asked.
"Nah. Not that. But why'd you add the whole ripper part. Don't like prostitutes or something?"
"NO! No, I mean, I rip open the bodies of the slain to create these most wonderful, beautiful creations" he said, sweeping his hands his multitude of skeletons. He grinned evilly at Fergold.
"Y'know," Fergold began, "I never understood how the body of a rat could make a skeleton of a human with ax and shield."
"Fool, I see blood and destruction, your elimination, because of one man. These skeletons would pwn you."
"I seriously doubt that."
Jack the Ripper drew himself up to his full, diminutive height. "I challenge you, good sir paladin, to a duel!" He spit at Fergold's feet.
Fergold replied by hitting Jack in the face with his shield.
Skeletons were, as predicted, not very tough, since the necromancer died.
And Fergold did love his new, spiked shield.
