[center][h2]Blind in a New Fight[/h2][/center]

First, a giant monster bird and now these feather ridden risen. Malachim, another term he does not know, but he can guess what it means. Perhaps something to do about what this monster did to those corpses. A gruesome thought as the corpses grew feathers and started to rise up. Only to be met by one of the group's members, the one with the flaming skull. At least someone found a good piece of wood, he thought, wanting a piece of good wood for his own. 

So again, he looked for a piece of wood and only to find again nothing. Adding to his frustration. Fists it is, he thought as he readied himself and out of the two targets. The bird or the corpses. 

Seeing how the rest were dealing with the bird, it seemly going well. With the last attack, showering the bird with crimson fire, its damage showed. 

He decided to deal with the corpses and went to make sure they would not be a problem for the others. He got close to one, and as it tried to get out of the pile. He delivered a quick left and right hook. Causing the corpse to drop to the ground, following the example of the flaming skull one. He stomped the corpse's head several times, and once he was sure that it was dead. Can these corpses die a second death? But at least it stopped moving. He moved on to the next and joined up with the flaming skull man in dealing with the feathered corpses. He really wished he could use his swords right now.