The church vibrated with the brutal breaking of the church's wooden portals and the simultaneous sound of a dwarf's savage war cry. Various runes of different shapes and sizes were swirling around the hooded dwarf, who had just brandished a humongous warhammer and had begun swinging it in a frenzy. The dwarf soon found a tottering old undead, the poor zombie barely able to stand. A dark and final day it was for that undead minion, for the dwarf then proceeded to smite his rotting head off with amazing strength. "BLOODY BLACK SKULLS!" was heard numerous times in the church and outside graveyard.