It's quite a sight to see your hunter-companion at work, you think as the rear graverobber is felled senseless with a single blow. Your ally presses the advantage with the other, who raises her sword with barely time to block the hunter's dirk.
This threat in abeyance, you're savvy enough to direct your attention to other dark corners. It never slipped your mind that of the three graverobbers you saw beyond the wall, only two presented themselves at the gate.
Sure enough, you spy the third macabre marauder hoisting his bulk over the wall a bit higher up the hill, in hopes of flanking you and your companion, no doubt. He sees you as you see him, and breaks into a charge. A single-headed axe lies low at his side, blade curved like a vulture's beak.