Battle.
The undead nearest them were already making their way slowly up the side of the hill. They were mostly human, or demi-human, but there were animals mixed in as well. Narg saw a wolf, fur tattered and rotting, limping among them. He brought Bloodletter up to his face and kissed the flat of his blade softly. “Let us reap souls once again old friend,” he whispered. Bloodletter hummed and pulsed with a dull red light. “I will rend their flesh, this is what I was made to do.” Narg looked around. The group was ready. Tulip had his bow knocked, Serime stood firm with a sword in either hand. Gorgus held his mace, looking grim. Mistral and Shogun muttered magic under their breath. “Let’s go,” he said simply, and they started down the slope. Bloodletter met the first zombie with a ho
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