Mari reacted without thinking: Thrusting her staff into the next undead - the stomach or a bit deeper, let him double up and sink. With a final blow on his head, what a terrible squishing sound - the corpse flared up and died.
She continued without thinking, thrusting, hitting, bashing - a real whirlwind, trying to keep Elendirill's back free - and she didn't even wonder when the staff used its magical powers. Her only aim was to prevent the elf from getting hurt.
