"Uh-oh crap?" Yes, oh crap. Just to insult me, we had 4 mages that could use GIANT FUCKING SWORDS.

But, the thing that disturbed me the most was that damned zombie. What would happen if I were to touch that thing? Would I be zombified too? Would I just decay to death? Or worse, get mauled by 'black magic' that's in zombies? Meanwhile, everyone else seemed content on fighting. As if the dragon and phoenix didn't warn them.

And is that a... Jesus, just why did I have to give life to the Articuno Monica? Hopefully it's just some poor schmuck. "Alright then, let's... yeah. Just aim your flames AWAY from me!"

So, I rushed up from behind Robert, unsure what to do. Fire seemed to piss off the zombie, whereas physical attacks didn't work too well on the mage. That meant... I didn't want to burn myself like I did at the cave, but it looked like I would have to do such a thing. So, after rolling into a ball and staining a mage's robe, I rose up and began spontaneously combusting. I felt a bit embarrassed on burning myself, especially as this was a mage, not a zombie. However, if swords don't work, then something's gotta kill these things.