Kaze's eyes narrowed when his sword bit through the robes. A man that fragile looking...wouldn't have had that kind of resistance. He had felt his blade hit something hard. He kept his eyes on the old man, only his secondary eyelids, which were transparent, kept his eyes moist. His ear flicked towards the surprised gasp of the woman. Those steel eyes narrowed when the old man just started to laugh, obviously psychotically since he had no more screws left.

The giant reptilian man swing his sword down, barely missing the old cleric by an inch. His sword shattering the stone beneath the older man. [color=crimson]"I don't need salvation, runt. Especially [b]your[/b] brand of it"[/color] He growled out as the cleric tossed off his cloak to reveal the bone armor beneath. 

The elder talked to the woman who had dashed in, was she under a spell? He glanced at her finally, noticing the lack of grace and more rigidness to her movements. He snorted as she nocked an arrow and fired it at him. The arrow pinged off his pauldron, not even scratching the heavy steel. His Iron Body worked well against arrows, the second one barely scratched his abdomen. He ignored her, despite her jerking movements she was faster and she was further away. He didn't enjoy cat and mouse.

Kaze did hear the groans of the undead, he looked and saw the zombies. Great...him without a good dose of fire. [color=crimson]"Take care of them, paladin."[/color] He said as he lunged at the older cleric. That great sword of his whistling through the air, the edge finally sparking into life with electricity. The rest of the blade glowed with an orange hue. [color=crimson]"Sunder."[/color] He snarled, aiming to break the mans blades and armor with a powerful hit. Strangely...he was wielding that massive blade with one hand.