Re: The Southern Wall
He's blindsided, and thrown into the masses, disappearing for over a minute as the undead swarm, clawing, biting, swinging their weapons, heedless of each other.
At last, almost unrecognizable from the wounds and coating of blood and less identifiable gore, he comes charging back at the troll, throwing one of the undead ahead of him like a missile weapon.
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