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[center][h3][color=6ecff6]Katze Plains[/color][/h3][/center]

As beings purely working on instinct alone, the Undead were not smart enough to realize just how underwhelming they were despite their decent numbers.  Any that attacked Spooky useless stabbed and clawed, their weapons not even scratching the powerful tank of a fighter.  While they were cut down like wheat before a scythe the skeleton warrior was fairly slow in his attacks and so did not destroy all that many unless they were clumped together.

The low level undead were of course, focused on Nyna.  The undead closest to Spooky attacked him of course, but the rest started to crowd around Nyna who's mobility was being hampered by the mud and of course was full of life.  As one of the Death Hounds was promptly executed by flying blade, the nearby death hounds who still had some animal instincts, quickly became weary and bolted in all directions, attempting to get at her from multiple angles like a wolf pack.

For Spooky there were about 10 lesser zombies, 10 lesser skeletons, and one unsure Death Hound that wasn't finding his smell to be all that enticing, trying to swarm him.  For Nyna 20 lesser zombies, 30 lesser skeletons, 5 greater skeletons who had some heavier equipment, and four death hounds who were planning to rush in as soon as they saw a chance.  There was also one suicidal enemy called a plague rat that was basically a little pus filled bomb of diseases that liked to feast on rotting flesh.  The plague rat was weak but would explode upon a hard enough blow and spread it's diseases over a small area.  This creature wanting a fresh meal rocketed through the legs of the approaching skeletons to try and take a bite out of the beast girl.

A shadowy figure under the concealment spell, Greater Shroud, started walking from it's home in the ruins of an abandoned tower.  It had been watching the two strangers for a while with interest and saw how the two were very easily managing the undead that were attacking them.  Perhaps they were adventurers, like the ones that so often pillaged the plains as a way to make quick money.  In any event they were no ordinary travelers and there was something about the tall one that peeked the figure's interest, an unholy power that enticed the darker senses.

Trying to keep to the rubble as much as possible, the figure made their approach stealthfully in order to get a better look at the travelers.