"You've gotta be kidding me," August muttered as his eyes scanned the approaching horde. "Two hundred?"
"Okay, so maybe I fucked up," Torin admitted. "But we can fix this, right?"
"Not if we're dead!" Viora squeaked, clutching her staff.
"Enough!" Aria barked. "We're not dying here. Everyone stick together. Drask, Gareth, keep them off us while we figure this out!"
The first wave of undead knights charged forward with unnervingly coordinated movements despite their decayed forms.
Drask and Gareth stepped to the front with their weapons raised.
Gareth blocked hits from the undead soldiers while Drask cleaved them in half with his axe.
Torin nocked his bow, firing glowing arrows at the undead beings while August darted around slicing skeletal limbs off.
Everyone did their best to take down the undead however, after a while their eyes widened in disbelief.
