The shuddering figures screeched as a wall of fire blazed before them, effectively trapping them. Their swords and armor clunked and clattered together as they struggled against the heat of the flame. The leader, adorned with a broken crest on its breastplate, lurched forward toward the group, its jaw coming unhinged as the fire licked at its shredded arm.

Elra inscribed a circle in the dirt, using her magic and knowledge in order to try and capture one of the undead monstrosities. The leader shuddered and took another lurching step before coming to halt. It let out another unholy screech, the sound garbled as it tore from the ripped throat.

The other two advanced, wielding their rusted blades. Whatever magic held their leader in place did little to stop them.