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The dwarf had a seen a lot of crazy things in his life, but flying people wasn't exactly one of em. Of course he wasn't so much flying as he was dropping down like a big heavy rock. Still, he killed a whole wagon full of the undead bastards, so he could forgive him for such an unorthodox entrance.

Everyone was making a fuss over having to escape, and the dwarf needed that fuss to get his head straight. Mindlessly killing undead filth was well and good, but there was a time and a place for everything. If he kept going now like some fool, he was liable to die before he claimed this place for the Ashen-Hammers, and that just wouldn't do! With his orders given by the stranger in the crazy get up, Zharak did what he did best.

He got to killing some zombies.

"Grak'Go'Roke!" He screamed out as he threw down one of his grenades towards an advancing host of undead. As it exploded, many of the bastards not destroyed immediately were set ablaze, and as it happened, fire spread quickly among rotting flesh. Charging forward with his shield in front of him, he ran to the cyborg as quickly as he could, trying to pull him up as the fire spread throughout the rank and file. Those that were all bones didn't catch easily, but the ones that had flesh were stupid enough not to notice the fire until it burnt them to ashes.

"Time to go!" He said in his heavy dwarven accent, pulling up the once falling man by the collar. "Gods yer heavy! Think ya might want to lay off the sweet rolls, Eh?" No time for making jokes, as a blazing zombie was charging straight for him. With one swing he broke open its knee and watched it flail on the ground as the fire consumed it. 

"Its only gonna get hotter until we get into that cairn, lad, so lets get moving!"