"No. You don't tremble in fear. You shake in agony." He reached out with his mind again. It was easier this time, he'd already touched that line of power once before. He snapped the connection with brutal force, sending the dead stumbling back to peace, and sending the power blasting back down on the would be necromancer. "You're no Forgotten One. You're just a boy."

He had gotten as much of a breath as he was going to, and he took his chance while he had it, darting forward, mace high, aiming for the Drow's head while he was incapacitated by the pain of the backlash. Blood flowed freely down his face, cuts had opened up on his cheeks, and his nose was still dripping steadily. He was over exerting himself in the extreme, this had been the first real test of his limits in a very long time, and he didn't like what he was learning. Backlashing another spell on his opponent was out of the question, but he had another trick up his sleeve. He'd seen the other lines of power in the necromancers mind, and the spell they all tied in to. He took one last risk, exerting the last of his mental strength to snap the tie that bound the undead to his command. The entire undead portion of his force was now feral, and much less dangerous. To him at least. To the remaining humans it was an immediate and deadly threat as the undead fell out of his control, and onto his troops.