"Alma, on the right!" Walker was not the only one whose group was facing the burnt jackals. Gil and Alma had run in to three of three at once.
Blue ivy whipped out toward a burnt jackal. They wrapped the jackal and were easily pulled on by Alma. The weight of the burnt jackal was almost nothing since it had very little skin left on the bones. These three had clearly been rotting away for a much longer time.
"Gil, I need you to knock it in to the lava pool!" Alma and Gil were annoyed by the sudden show of the undead monster. These things had made their travels much harder by blocking the path they had to take. But even worse, they had to deal with the challenge that came with every undead monster. They needed to be thoroughly defeated or else they would be getting up again.
