Nearing the obelisk, Zharak felt a familiar feeling begin to bubble up in his stomach. Fighting and surviving in Rzail had taught him a sort of sense for when something nasty was on its way. This feeling came true as the flash of light came, and the wretched undead came to feel the weight of his mace upon their skulls.

A good amount skeletal body parts were trampled by his automated wagon, but more were coming by the second. It wouldn't be long before the bastards would slow down his transport and try to take him down with it. Someone should have told them that a dwarf isn't so easily killed!

With skeletons starting to crawl along the side of his automated wagon, he made sure it was heading towards the obelisk before brandishing his weapon. "Loch Nogosh!" He yelled as he brought his mace down on the first skull that was near him. When it shattered into bits, the rest of the skeleton came apart, and Kazadime charged ahead to stop the undead filth from sabotaging his clockwork engine. With a few swings, some shouting and grit, he dispatched the skeletons trying to slow him down.

Now he had to deal with being on a collision course with a massive group of skeletons surging towards the entrance of the obelisk. 

Taking his bag of grenades, Zharak pulled the pin off of one, shoved it into the engine and prepared to jump. At just the right time, he made the leap, rolling as he hit the sand and recovering just in time to get his shield out as the grenade went off. The blooming flower of fire and metal made short work of heavy group of skeletons that would have rushed the entrance if not for his intervention. Heavy boot steps followed as he made his way to the entrance.

"Out of my way! There's more of them just waiting to rip us all to shreds!" He said, knowing that trying to fight such a horde was impossible. Protocol dictated that the Ashen-Hammers would not engage, and would instead retreat to a safe location to hunt whatever remnants of the undead would be wandering the wastes afterward. Now was not the time for protocol however, now was the time to gain the vengeance his people had been seeking for too long now.