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The rogue undead were ironically nothing but bone dust and fragments upon the grass once Grindan had been done with them, the scuffle hadn't taken more than what seemed like a couple minutes maybe less. 

And once finished the armored stalphos resumed their march at their commanders behest, the one who had held the axe might have nodded to Grindan's thanks but it may have simple been a twitch of its head as it shuffled forward.

Lon Lon could be seen in the distance, not top far but not too close by foot. It would take several minutes to get to the ranch. That could not come soon enough.