"Stay grouped up, and more importantly: Stay close to me. I would rather bring you back to your mother intact, alright?"
Antieeld moved swiftly without a sound, intercepting the undead who just tried to launch a sneak attack–The corpse had overestimated how much the fungal mist could obstruct the commandant's vision, resulting in two scimitars grinding against the side of a sabre.
The sabre did not budge, as Antieeld took a quick look at her opponent. Analysing everything about the cadaver. It was a dusty skeleton wrapped in rags upon which mushrooms were growing–The kind that were often seen growing on the sides of trees.
"What a shame, to be mushroom themed and fail to use a mist made of fungus to attack effectively…"
