Yenqinor spotted the incoming undead clearly through the darkness, not a moment after he heard those voices from all around. He would crack a sly grin, revelling in the anguish of those men and women long gone, and stand his ground even as he cupped his palm upwards, a flickering ball of flame coming to life upon it. [color=ed145b]"Ha, you fools! You would challenge me!?"[/color] They probably didn't understand him, but just saying it out loud gave him that 'evil' high he relished so. With words of power forming on his lips he would launch a burning streak from his hand at the approaching group; it blossomed into a large explosion of flame that engulfed four of the undead warriors and would effectively melt the rotted flesh off their bones. They would collapse, only for one of them to arise again and resume its charge behind the other two. Yenqinor retreated a few feet and worked the fabric of the aether with his hand gestures, voicing another spell as he raised a shield of magical force in front of him, just as one of them struck with its gleaming mace which met the invisible barrier with a loud clang. An idea quickly came to Yenqinor and he clenched his fist towards one of the undeads rusted blades, inciting a simple trick he knew which caused the blade to frost over and then shatter into pieces as it also collided with the invisible barrier. The third undead swung, and he deftly backstepped the blow, light on his feet. For if he was to acquire unthinkable power one day, what good would it be if he couldn't hold his own in a simple fight?

They came at him relentlessly. Yenqinor had a dagger out by this point, having tried but failed to his sheer annoyance to down the severely burned undead warrior with a stab to the neck, receiving a nasty cut across the upper arm for his efforts. Thank Asmodeus that it didn't pierce his skin anywhere else as he thought those rusted blades could cause all sorts of complications. The invisible shield held for now, allowing him to focus them down one by one in relative safety, along with his natural agility. He conjured a ray of fire and hurled it at the damaged undead, which managed to finish it off this time and then another at the next, which somehow did the same as it split in two at the waist and collapsed. Undead flesh didn't stand much of a chance against all-consuming fire. The last one charged once again with its mace; he dropped a globe of darkness over its head. As it stumbled blindly, he shot off multiple motes of fire into the darkness with a graceful flourish, knowing that a few would hit. They did, and the mace-wielding undead stumbled back out of the darkness with multiple burns and areas of exposed bone. Yet it kept coming, albeit a little slower this time. [color=ed145b]"Here's your retribution!"[/color] He cried as he slapped himself on the chest with a reddish orange glow spreading across his torso, and with a mighty heave, he spewed forth a torrent of fire from his mouth, enveloping the undead warrior and destroying it utterly just as it closed the distance with him and landed a heavy blow on his left shoulder before going down. He veered to the right and blinked, feeling a tad woozy from the pain and cupping his injured shoulder. [color=ed145b]"Well, that just happened."[/color] He muttered to himself, attempting to shake it off and compose himself as he continued on towards the church.