The undead soldier before Arkadi released a deafening war cry, feeling Varan blood beginning to boil he yelled back something in the old tongue before he countered the clumsy overhead strike by swinging his heavy axe at the oxidized iron,breaking it in half. Now taking the offensive Arkadi released a series of strong overhead cuts that gouged out the dead skin and bashed it with a shield; to finish off the weak undead he decapitated it with a backhanded slash. To Arkadi this was the greatest sport, to live to fight and die fighting, and it only awakened an insatiable appetite. He began to run to a group of skeletons when a wave of fire turned the bones into ash and made him fly back. [i]Damn Sorcerer! He singed my beard	! [/i] 

Growling now Arkadi began to fight more of the undead when more fire appeared surrounding the sorcerer and effectively distracting Arkadi, who managed to bring his shield up at the last second to catch the sword in the soft iron ring around the shield. [i] Damn Sorcerer, as soon as this is over we will have a talk. [/i] he grumbled in his head as he pulled yanked the shield up along with the sword and its arm. Using his shield Arkadi crushed the skeletal undead and began to head towards the wall of fire.

Arkadi was then intercepted by a group of four undead soldiers who were, like the others, in various forms of death, but they were mostly skeletons. Arkadi really hated these creatures, their grins and empty sockets seemed to mock him. It was as if the sockets and grins said death is a joke and life is meaningless, especially yours. That seemed to fuel the growing blood rage and he smashed his shield and axe to tell the skeletons to come and get him. 

Together they met with a great clash. The massive shield slammed against two of the skeletons and he swung his axe at one trying to flank him, breaking its jaw. While these creatures are easy to crush, they can’t feel pain and that is an advantage they have. The broken-jawed skeleton attacked fast at Arkadi’s open chest and stabbed him in his shoulder. With a flash of rage he swung his axe underhand and cracked its skull. Arkadi began a flurry of quick, strong blows crushing them into bones and dust. With a cough the Varan approached the fiery wall.