Dan jumped for the fleeting rope, ignoring the undead biting all over him.
His hand twisted around the rope, the rope end getting stuck in the gap between his fur armor and steel gauntlet.
The rope was tied to one of the dragon's spikes. The undead hung over him like a ball of insects around trash, covering him all over.
'Kachak'
'Crack ! '
'Screee . cree..creek squik.! '
He could hear bones breaking over steel, as well as steel being dented and scratched over.
Dan kept his handle on his sword.
Sorcerer steel swords are the only entities who could cut down these zombies, and they do not
have as many makers in the world any more.
He swung his blade, making bones rain from left, then right, like one is cutting a potato on all sides to make it a square.
A skull hunched straight over his helmet, and opened its mouth to bite at him.
Dan had to use all of his battle experience all these years not to attack the skull right away.
