"Oh, dear lady, believe me, I've done dying numerous times, though I can't say it's pleasant, nor is it horrible. Though for certain, it is immensely irritating." The scream of countless ghouls echoes through the forest. "Like these creatures." With a shift of his head, Eubeal displaced multiple ghouls from the front to high-up the sky, not a care where he placed them as long as it was not overhead the caravan, some even far above the cloud cover, now unseen to fall onto the ground.

With that taken care of, he shifts his sights to the lumbering, two-headed, undead giant. It makes the dead deer in its hands thrice the deer's original size whilst also increasing the mass of the dear, easily covering the giant in fresh blood and a very heavy and cumbersome carcass. Eubeal's masked head scans the surroundings and see that there are still much ghouls left. "Anyone want to take some shots at these creatures? I know some of you are fond of battle, and I am not a selfish man." There was a laugh in his voice as he uttered that last line.