A soldier fires a blast of flame thrower and sets the undead on fire. They pushed back and crash into the ground.
After a short moment they get up. The flames on them turn black and they absorb them. They again continue charging, rapidly slashing at the men before them. The two opposing sides get into a fierce battle of swords and the the undead push the soldiers back.
"This things can't die. We have to try something different." One of them suggested taking steps back as they regroup.
"I know right. We destroyed them before, but they just keep getting up." Another agreed with him tightly holding his sword.
"Damn it all. I guess it can't be helped." Lieutenant Rahlen spoke walking up. "I am truly impressed by your skills. We were able to keep them down and lunge forward thanks to your skills alone. But it appears luck isn't that much on our side."
