Giving the order to attack, Ourlst instantly brought his blade into a guard, feeling vibrations travelling through his decayed flesh, having not been expecting the warking to immediately discard the security of his close guard and own right hand, but then again, perhaps Ourlst did not truly understand the machinations going on inside the living's head, even when surrounded, cornered in more than just one way.
His greatest defence had been carved through with ease, Ourlst and his troops had demonstrated that they could have forced through at any time, that the wall was barely even an inconvenience, that they possessed the means to turn this region upside down, and yet, the undead could clearly hear it, as Cleavster shouted, he wore a big smile beneath his helm.
