[ The necromancer was done for, certainly. While he'd managed to slip into the alley, he'd miscalculated which one he'd be ducking down, and found himself confronted with a dead end. Chariot was able to hop back to her feet, at least to her good one, and make her way over to him, drawing a light arrow narrowing her eyes. ]
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On your knees. Hands above your head.