Glith chuckled as he saw exactly what the two were planning, blasting a massive hole in his army as they charged. With all the grace of a practioned magic user, he cast Haste upon himself and charged towards the pair, sword in hand. What struck the undead as odd is that he didn't actually move. Kaylee was stuck in the ground, and no amount of tugging would get the sword out of the ground. If anything, the blade *wanted* to be buried. Putting many a sailor to shame with his language, the cleric cast dispel magic and pulled the blade free, only to see his two opponents far in the field, his undead army chasing them as slow as undead went.

Downhill from the two running men, at the city gates, the captain of the garrison was loading up citizens into a caravan set to depart west as soon as everyone was on board. Busy coordinating the process, he didn't notice the two men running down until one of the guards shouted that there were more survivors followed by an undead horde and something even bigger. The guards leveled their magical bows and let loose a barrage of arrows, striking down many of the undead and staggering the unusually fast giant undead. Other guards ran towards the pair, shouting 'Hurry!' as they valiantly put themselves between the approaching horde and the two men.

As the men got close to the caravan, the captain yelled for them to get on and hurry as he too stepped away to form a human wall between the caravan and the approaching undead.

The presence within Keystone grew even more and was now noticeable to even the untrained mind, though it did not hinder the monk in any way. On the other side of the battlefield, the inscription on the large two handed sword faded in mid swing, saving a guard from immediate decapitation as the blade became unusually heavy in the knight's hands. The undead knight growled and punched through the poor man's face, before charging head on to the captain.