The first zombie in the pack suddenly screeched in an ungodly manner, its voice gurgling like it was drowning in its own saliva or something. It sent shivers down the spine of a few of the players present before they reasserted their courage.
As the undead Elves started stumbling forward, picking up speed, they closed the gap between them and Astaroth's party pretty quickly.
Jaxx, from the side, gripped his twin axes in hand, grinning stupidly.
'Now is the time. I'll show him how strong I am,' he thought.
Dashing in front of the group, prepared to take on the six undead on his own, Jaxx shouted out loud, "Come at me, you undead shits!"
But as he slammed into the group of undead, hacking away with abandon, he noticed something unusual. From the inside of the group, there looked to be more than the original six.
From over the grunting of the Elves, and his axe cutting into them, he faintly heard a voice.
