The entity in Keystone's head responded swiftly, but with clear difficulty forming words:

[i]"Kaylee...prison...escape..you"[/i] it managed to convey before the link was abruptly cut and the presence rapidly faded. The first line of guards was breached as the massive knight charged head on for the resting monk. The inscription on the sword suddenly restored to its bright glow, the undead easily cleaved through two guards trying to block his way, but staggered under the combined blows of all the archers.

[i]"Give her back, human!"[/i] Glith yelled as he took a step towards the monk, only to be showered in arrows again and again. With the weightlessness of the blade restored, he had little trouble deflecting most of the arrows. The presence in Keystone's mind was barely present the closer the undead knight came to him.

The Captain, angry at nothing in particular, shoved Keystone towards the last, half empty carriage:
"If you'd rather stay and die, then be of some use! I am not losing any more men and women protecting you, and I won't have your death on my conscience!" he yelled, stepping between the undead and the human. When the large two handed sword crashed onto the shield the veteran fighter was holding, it cut clean through, nearly severing an arm. Despite this, the man returned the favour by battering the undead assailant with careful and quick blows on its weapon, forcing it to defend instead of attacking.

Behind the large undead knight, the horde cut down the last remaining frontline, shuffling forward towards the archers and the duelists. Many of the ranged fighters drew maces, clubs and shields, charging at the horde with seeming abandon, trusting that their leader would handle the one leading the small army.