As Aadam rushed towards the direction from which he came from, the Wraxis furiously pursued him from behind, ever so steadily gaining ground on the relatively slower Aadam. In a fit of desperation he paused for a brief moment, readying his mana, as he began to gather the mana from the air surrounding him the horde continued to advance on him, thinking that he had finally accepted his fate.
Right before the claws and teeth were about to descend in a whirlwind on top of him, Aadam, having finally gathered the necessary mana from atmosphere, condensing it into magical power. Sensing the fluctuations in the air due to their natural affinity towards magic, the wraiths quickly backed off wary of the consequences should they continue to strive forwards.
Aadam then quickly chanted, "страхотна мивка," causing the ground underneath the undead to fall beneath them, trapping them in a 5 meter deep hole. Screaming in raw fury in being thwarted, the one's in the pit scrambled on top of one another, now desperate to get out and tear even further into Aadam's flesh.
As soon as the spell had been cast, Aadam quickly used the remaining amount of magical power that he had drawn in order to cast a fireball, burning away at the flesh of those trapped within the pit. Despite their attempts to escape, they kept tearing each other downwards in what can only be described as pure chaos.
The fireball quickly landed within the heap of undead flesh, igniting furiously, with nothing to put it out. Unholy shrieks began to fill the air, as the undead finally began to depart from their plane, for good. Hands outstretched towards the sky, the fire raged on, as all that was left was a heap of cinders, glowing ominously within the night.
A gentle breeze flowed by, scattering the ashes into the wind. Despite getting rid of a great deal of the undead chasing him, Aadam still had to deal with the ones who weren't trapped by the pit and those ethereal/invulnerable such as the like of wraiths.
He quickly turned to run again; however, the wraiths bore devastating speed, merely heightened by the fact that they bore great anger towards him for nearly catching them in the conflagration as well.
The wraiths continued to sap at his stamina once again, causing him to become quite sluggish his eyelids closing ever so slightly, falling more and more susceptible to the suggestion/manipulation of the wraiths.
Suddenly, right when the wraiths were about to gain access to Aadam's soul and enter his mental plane, the loud shrieking of ghouls and the barking of hellhounds startled him awake.
Suddenly, becoming aware to the predicament he was now in, he activated the minor runes inscribed into his armor, causing a burst of light to flash from his chrome armor, briefly blinding them, buying him a couple seconds to make his escape.
At this point there were roughly 3 hellhounds, 4 ghouls, and 7 wraiths all set on his demise.
Ghouls bear a natural aversion to light, dwelling in the darkness as much as they do, they scorned the light, hesitating after the brilliant flash. However, in the end there insatiable craving for the warm, delightful flesh won out against there natural instincts, there hunger driving them to no ends.
The Hellhounds were luckily enough to have been born with their natural heritage, causing to also gain a slight affinity towards the magical elements, causing them to be alert when they noticed the runes on the armor starting to glow, causing them to cover their eyes with their paws.
The Wraiths, completely unaffected by the light show, continued on unhindered.
Aadam stumbled forward, set on putting more distance between him and the undead monsters. Reaching for his sword once again, he grasped for it only to find that it to be in the clutches of one of the wraiths, deviously stealing his weapon to further weaken his capabilities. Left with only his shield, he took what little magic he could channel left and cast "бръснач остър," although a spell usually used to sharpen the edge of his sword, he instead applied it to his shield, causing it to gain an ominous glint, almost as if it promised danger.
Trying to stall for time while his magical reserves rejuvenated themselves, he swung his shield decapitating one of the ghouls before raising it to block the furious claws of a hellhound.
During this, the other hellhounds took advantage of the opportunity before disappearing in the shadows of the graveyard, only to reappear, surrounding him on all sides. The rest of the ghouls swarmed behind the hellhound that Aadam was preoccupied with, ready to give their support.
Breaking the lock, Aadam thrust his shield forward causing the hellhound to stumble backwards ever so slightly, landing back on it's four legs. The hellhound's jaws opened as it dived towards Aadam about to land the decisive blow on his neck before being slammed into by his shield once again.
Stumbling backwards, the hellhound leaped backwards, reatreating, shaking itself to clear it's muddled head after the blow it just took.
After that, the group of undead began to circle around Aadam, drawing the circle closer and closer, giving him less room to operate. Soon, if he didn't do something fast, then Aadam would be swallowed up by the group, literally.
Suddenly, with no signs of movement he was struck, presumably by one of the ghouls. Despite their slow overall speed, they can apparently move really quickly in small bursts. That one blow ushered in a whole wave of blows as his armor was battered over and over again by blows he could hardly see, his shield raised, feebly blocking only a few of them. Feeling his magic reserves, they were nowhere near close to the amount he needed to escape the encirclement.