[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] Tower
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]A4[/center][/b]

The first thing that registered was that the damned thing didn't die from the first stab, which was expected. When go hilt-deep in a body there's generally a 50/50 chance that they just drop immediately, otherwise they keep going. With undead that balance shifted even further towards not going down immediately. The next thing that registered was that it had grabbed his hair, what little there was to grab. Well no matter, they were going to the same place within the next instant. Nor yanked his knife from the body of the undead and with a heave moved the undead from upright but off-balance to lying face up on the ground.

Nor planted his palm squarely on the chest and raised the knife high up, switching the grip to the so-called ice pick style. These buggers had a habit of not staying down the first time, so he did his best to make sure that wouldn't be a viable option. The first stab went to the windpipe. Then one for each eye. Then behind the clavicle. Then a few under the chin for good measure. After the first stab he felt any remaining resistance disappear, but his goal was complete incapacitation. 

Now sufficiently bloodied, the dwarf rose from his kneeling position, and looked around at the rest of the group twirling his blade idly between grips.

[color=746f6f]"No use waitin' around on me, aye? Let's get movin'."[/color] His word said, the barber trotted along to the base of the staircase.