Somehow most of my fire spells hit the zombie that wasn't attacking Erion, leaving him open to attack. The summoner had a look of dread, and the zombie horde only grew in size. I couldn't say anything for a while, as I was torn on whether or not to leave my post, and join the rest of them. I'd be closer to the enemy, sure, but that would mean that my attacks won't have any pesky chance of missing. The fact that all of my attacks hit from here was, considering my poor accuracy at long ranges, quite frankly a miracle. "Sir?" I ask the summoner, who doesn't seem as though he's paying attention to me, and rightly so, as he appears to be searching for some sort of answer in his book. "I... hope you won't hold a grudge against me if I joined the soldiers. My friend is defenseless against magic without me, and my aim really isn't as good as it should be. I'm amazed that my attacks actually hit, earlier... look, I just feel like I'd be more of a help if I was near the front lines... but, I am a subordinate of yours, so that's why I'm asking... just remember, I got here without a wall," as I let him think about that, as well, I continue casting magic into the horde of zombies, particularly the one that I've already damaged. Of course, if it looked as though the zombie was going to fall before my spells could reach, I'd try to hit another target, this time I would focus on any heavily armored zombies, again, only if Erion, or anyone else kills the zombie before I had a chance to... these zombies were particularly strange, as the undead I was used to before this never knew magic, held weapons, or wore armor... of course, I suppose, the only true constant is change.
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SPD: 10 (5 actions)
Ask permission to leave the wall (1 action) [b]11 LCK[/b]
Fire spells into Risen H, choosing a new target if this kills Risen H (4 actions) [b]5 SKL[/b], [b]17 MAG[/b]