Seeing Ahnasha's shoulder bent out of shape was gruesome, but Fendros was relieved enough that she was in no danger of dying. He pulled her up from the ground with one hand.

Fendros had seen enough of Ahnasha's raised corpses to be used to them. He felt thankful that she had decided to raise an enemy corpse again, but more than that, he looked impressed. "This is the biggest one you've brought up yet, isn't it?" Fendros remarked while looking at it. He shook off the moment; there was no time. He took Ahnasha's healthy arm, "See if you can get someone to put your shoulder back."

With that, Fendros moved to collect his shield and deal with the rest of the flanking force that the atronach was holding. The Senche officer's corpse loped breathlessly behind him with a disturbing blank visage.

Gallus countered his opponent and struck him in the face with the front of his hammer when Lorag had begun shouting. He continued with a strike to the blind spot he had created in the soldier's visor and the enemy spun to the ground, letting go of his spear, unconscious.

"They seem rather too real to..." Gallus' quip in return faded as none of the immediate standing enemies showed any signs of life, let alone movement. It might have helped other morale in the warband, but Gallus was cordial to this realisation. "Keep moving forward!" he shouted out, "Keep your wits about you! Something has to be making these..."