[center][h1][color=#B5A642][b]Dragan Meszaros[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

The beast was more durable than he'd expected. Even factoring momentum into play, Dragan's strike should have done more damage to its cranium than this. Enough to disable or disorient it, at least. Or perhaps the beastman just wasn't cognizant of pain. Either way, he didn't have time to waste with this one any further. The sound of screams down the hall told him as much. 

As the beastman began to claw and tear at his armor, Dragan took one hand off the haft of his hammer and gripped the creature by the throat, bodily lifting it up with one hand. A sickly green glow started to emanate from his gauntlet, and the Death Knight's necrotic magics began to slough the beast's skin off its bones, rotting its flesh away. Moments later, the process was complete, and Dragan released his new skeleton minion down to the ground, where it obediently fell in line at his side. With that done, the armored vampire turned his helmet's gaze towards the cowering humans off to the side. 

[color=#B5A642][b]"Flee upstairs! Your headman is ordering the door barricaded! Let him know of our progress, we will go to aid the rest."[/b][/color] He commanded before tearing off at a sprint towards the other set of screams, his skeleton matching his pace.