Zane was asleep when the call to arms had been sounded. He woke up in a dazed stat no knowing what was going and only caught up by listening to his team mates frantically through the intercom. He heard that Rose was gone and not coming back so Thermo was left in charge. The boy had a good speech and it gave Zane the energy he needed to get down the rest of these steps to the hangar. But then something else he heard on his way down troubled him a lot, Zombies. He was always told to never practice death magic and stay away from undead things. Mostly because there was a scale that needed to be re-balanced or something like that. 

Zane teleported back up to his room and grabbed a book on the undead magic and spells he was worried about using it but his team needed him now so time to suck it up and move on. The he heard about the twins death through his communicator. That struck a blow to him on the deepest level,  and now something else was on his shoulders to think about. Sadness turned to anger and he stood up and clenched his wand, remembering he had still had an endless power at his finger tips. 

[i]"Drows"[/i] His wand turned into a sliver short sword meant for him especially, he hoped his usual enchantment worked, it let him cut through most material especially skin. [i]"Lived Tunts ot og."[/i] In a flash he was right next to his teammate in the hanger and looking around. He saw zombies everywhere and they had already taken over the T-Wing with is fallen comrades in it. He slashed and cut throught the first few that got close and turned to Max. "Sorry I'm late do you need some help."