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[i]Crap crap crap.
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 Johan ran, he stumbled and he fell. But each time he got up. He had to keep moving.or he'd be overcome in the darkness and small space of the tunnels. Draugr were not your average shambling corpses, they retained martial skills and a basic sense for survival. This made them extremely dangerous to face down alone. As he turned, he saw the three shapes steadily follow him. He grit his teeth and rounded the corner into a more well lit portion of the subway. A service station of some kind. Big enough and well lit for his purposes.He grasped his spear firmly in both hands and took a fighting position. He knew there were more around, but he needed to guage the necromancers response time. The closer the Necromancer was to her pets, the smarter they would act. He waited for the first of them to enter the room. 
 
 The second the thing stepped inside, he darted forward, meeting them with a warriors roar. The spear ran right though the eyesocket of one of them and he his momentum to drag the undead abomination to the ground, crushing its head under his foot.  That was one. He swept the spear up towards the second but it blocked him clumsily and took a stop back.

 
 The last stayed back, watching. They had racted instantly and pulled out his weapons reach. That meant HIldebrand was close. Very close. The doorway was a defensible position for now, it kept him from being blindsided by any necrotic spells aimed at his person and narrowed down the amount of opponents that could come at him at once. But it was a struggle. There were more joining the frey now. He pushed them back and would destroy a draugr every so often, but more came to replace each killed.