Raistlin watched as Brnin was born of the same blinding white light as he himself had been, his blood red eyes watered as he stood looking at the light, he tore his eyes away and stabbed at a dwarf.
He watched the necromancer he looked lost, as if he was in a different world his face contorted in agony as if he was working some immensely powerful spell.
For that was it's curse every time someone respawned the necromancer was vulnerable but once they had fully respawned he was back to his same old self.
Raistlin watched as the dwarf materialised picked up his axe and came running towards him, he laughed to himself, drew his sword and ran to meet him swords clashing as they jumped at each other...