The ground at David's feet started rumbling slightly, until it cracked open, a hand piercing through the compacted dirt. A purple haze covered the hand, with steel armour covering every finger.
While David was focused on summoning Ratma, his Death Knight, a few live Goblins slipped through the encirclement, because his undead stopped moving.
"David! What the fuck are you doing, dude?!" Alex shouted.
From the corner of his eye, he could see a hand pierce through the ground, but it took him a moment to figure out who this hand belonged to.
David could see what he was doing was causing them problems. But if he summoned Ratma, their troubles would lessen to such a degree they could clear this camp in a jiffy.
As the Death Knight crawled his way out of the ground, a heavy aura of death permeated the surrounding space. The air was almost difficult to breathe for Godrick, who was a normal human.
