[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] Tower
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]A4[/center][/b]
So this time there were only two of the tin can bastards to deal with, unless there were more hiding out of sight. Not an event that'd be all that likely considering their lack of any sort of grace or dexterity, but something like that couldn't be entirely ruled out. The boy actually did something useful for once and fried one of the undead on the spot. At first Nor was content with sitting back and letting the wild animal and the bear take care of the second undead, but then he noticed that the big guy was stuck in one place. Maybe he accidentally activated some hidden paralyzation trap. Mages were tricky like that.

Being the closest to the bag of bones, the task of putting the dead thing to rest fell to him. Twirling his knife into a reverse grip he took a large step forward and plunged the blade down into one of the newly widened gaps of the armor. The lack of any real resistance as the blade slid in to the base was a sign that he picked a good spot, free of any pesky bones to stop the weapon prematurely. And like that, the undead collapsed like an unstable tunnel.

Nor planted his foot on the collapsed body, and with a single, full body heave freed his knife from the cadaver, ready to stab once again. If he needed to of course.