The awful stench of decay intensified as chest plates busted open and rotting heads ripped from their necks. In the chaos of the fight, Mikkish didn't even notice when the elevator opened once more and pushed another unfortunate soul into the fray [@Shadow Dragon].

Just as the corpses shambled obliviously around Zanii, they behaved the same way towards Candalabra. This wasn't due to them seeing her as kin, like they did with Zanii, but rather due to their preferred diet of human flesh. In her girlish form, some occasionally glanced their rotting eyes at her in curiosity, but ultimately went for Mikkish, Dog, and now Vinashy.

[@Karkinos][@Strong Potato][@Gentlemanvaultboy]

As the might of magical energies pulsed through Mikkish' body, his fists tore through the rotting cadavers with much more ease than his appearance would imply he could. Suddenly, one of the escalators seemed to burst with gore, as Mikkish let out a dash attack which either destroyed, heavily maimed, or knocked the zombies off and onto a floor below. He ran past a horde into a store full of bladed weapons. Swords, axes, knives, even morning stars intended for nerdy collectors. They weren't crafted necessarily for sending back the dead, but they could perform that task.

"In here!" He called to everyone else.