The first undead placed its hands over the edge of the wall and vaulted up with a sudden burst of speed, hands outstretched and jaws split wide open heading for the throat of an elven archer. His dwarven teammate was quick to react as a massive Warhammer smashed into the head of the airborne undead, derailing its movements and killing it on the spot. But as always where one was slain, there would be two more to take its place.
A giant badger like undead monster came over the edge and chomped down with its jaws immediately the dwarf had made a move. Warm blood splashed on the face of the elf as three undead goblins pounced on his startled body, the teeth and claws pulling and scratching at his skin as they tore him apart. His death wasn't swift, and it was as painful as one could ever imagine.
