From a distance Elendirill saw how the undead were swiped away with dozens at a time, it seemed unreal and without a meaning. But a calm voice started to come to his attention. At first he couldn't clearly make up what it was saying, and he didn't care, but after awhile the sound grew stronger ... and there was something that forced him to listen. The voice was speaking very slowly, like it was the source of all calmness in the world.
It seems like this attack didn't came without a reason. Why would an evil force use so much of his power, and why only now? Maybe it means something, something important ... Maybe it means you are finally coming closer.
The last sentence hit him like a rock. He almost stopped in the middle of a swing, and instead of chopping the vitems head of, he only slashed halfway. The head fell to one side, but that didn't mean the undead was giving up, and the mace he swung hit Elendirill hard in his side, possibly breaking some ribs ... Before the pain took over he managed to strike one more time, this time with more effect, the head fell entirely off, and the body fell to the ground. He looked around and saw Mari just behind him, he dragged himself a bit towards her before he fell on the ground. Pain was pulsating from his side, but he had to pull through ... at least long enough to defend himself from the remaining undead ...
