Quick on her feet, Alexine sliced through groups of the undead. Rotted bones cut easily, like thin, rusted metal snapped in half. The mage's streams of flame danced in the corners of her vision, sometimes so close her arms and face burned. She swung out at flashes of metal, parried the undead and knocked them to the ground hard enough to snap their bones. 

Alexine turned to meet another when an inhuman screech pierced her ears and sent her to her knees. She clutched at her head ineffectually, still gripping her sword in a callous fist. The undead swarmed her in a tight circle and lifted their weapons to strike her dead. She cried out and dropped her hands, spun and hacked at their ankles. A narrow escape from a blow to the neck. The undead around her crumbled, and when she stood again, the rest had backed away to the very corners of the courtyard or disappeared completely.

Before the adventurers stood a great, ugly beast with one eye and monstrous arms, unlike anything she had seen in all her adventurers. There had been many villainous monsters she helped to take down, but none came close to this. It lunged for Dasmira, the half-elf and the mage; Alexine followed. They moved quickly, with practiced skill befitting their titles. Flames and melodic slashes charged for the beast. As she approached the group again, Dasmira darted out from the protection of flames and by some miracle of skill wrangled the beast's neck in her rope. 

Attentive to opportunity, Alexine ran to where Dasmira wrestled with the creature. She yanked from her belt a long dagger and stabbed at the beast's eyes.They could only hold it down so long before it overpowered Dasmira. Alexine wrenched her dagger from its eye, and dashed around to its side. "Immobolise it, quick!" she called to the others, and drove her dagger into the flesh behind the beast's shoulder until the blade severed muscle.