Dorisma was about to give the zombie that was attacking a massive kick to the head but stopped when Robert warned them that normal attacks wouldn't work. She paused at looked at the torch, that wasn't normal right? So she gripped it in both hands and heavily stabbed down on the zombie with a dull meaty sound as it sunk into the rotting flesh and roasted right through it creating a terrible stench. While she was preoccupied removing the torch she felt a dull thud, turning around torch in hand she found another of the bodies had risen. It appeared to be wearing robes like it was some sort of acylote. Give the way its hand was smashed and she had icky zombie residue on her armour she guessed it had ineffectivly punched right into her soild metal protection. She grinned ferally ready to attack him next.