A lot happened, first, I was nearly killed by a surprise attack from a zombie, next, Deravan decides to take our healing potion and basically jam it down my throat, after that, R'lyeh gave a lecture about not wasting our potion on something like this, and while I was slightly offended, apparently not worth having a potion used on, he continued and said that magic would have been the better choice, and I end up agreeing with him. Finally, Dorisma decides to block me off from the zombies, which was probably for the better, given that they nearly killed me in one hit, not too long ago. "Thanks," I say to Dorisma, and then Deravan. I then focus, and use the last bit of my magical energy to cast a lightning spell on the nearest zombie, particularly, the one that R'lyeh didn't carelessly poke with his spear. The magic nearly goes out of control, and not only reduces the zombie to ash, but lights a nearby torch which was, obviously not lit until just now. Said torch seemed to be burning just fine in this dusty air, and was on a wall off to my left. For some reason, I almost felt like saying something along the lines of 'crit for crit, punk', but something in my mind told me to not say that for some reason. I instead ended up saying "Hey, they're a lot weaker when they're not attacking," I then grin to myself, awaiting everyone else's actions. I really should be more perceptive in the future, even in places that seem dead... ESPECIALLY in places that seem dead. Backstabs seemed to be running around, trying to get behind one, however, she couldn't, and just settled on attacking its knee, instead. While she missed any part of the knee that would otherwise slow down the zombie if hit, she still seemed to do some damage to the creature, even if it didn't know it yet. The one remaining zombie headed right for R'lyeh, apparently proving my theory that these undead just like bullying squishy wizards.