[h2][b][u]Erich Cazt[/u][/b][/h2]

The arrows pounding into the once-formidable hero's armour had no immediate apparent effect, even as it slipped into the exposed joint from the raised arm. The undead barely even seemed to notice as it pulled its sword free and started to move into a defensive stance once again, the shaft snapping and the arrowhead remaining completely ignored. But maybe it contributed just enough, added enough resistance to the movement to give Gerard just a [i]fraction[/i] of a second more to capitalise on it.

The dent the morningstar left in the armour's side was noticeable, likely bruising on a person if not rib-breaking, and definitely threatening to impair movement and, more certainly, breathing. Unfortunately, their long-dead foe had no such consideration for breathing. Nor did it feel pain, or even concern, stepping back with the impact and [i]finally[/i] bringing its sword to bear once more. With Gerard this close, there was no opportunity for the same massive swing that had sent Serenity flying back, but that didn't mean the cut across Erich's body was much less of a threat, much less capable of cutting through him if he reacted incorrectly.

[color=lightcoral]"Bringing him back with just his muscles and reflexes so he's controllable makes him a lot less spooky,"[/color] An unexpectedly sultry voice said, coming from one of the corners [i]behind[/i] them all. It was followed by the sound of someone eating something crunchy.[color=lightcoral]"Or did you just miss that [i]everyone[/i] in the Cazt family is a magical powerhouse, Mr Necromancer? Even a lot of their close relatives are like that."[/color]