Jesus
*As Ashnard finally defeated his foe the titan who was just sitting on the floor watching intently, his eyes not moving away from the two battling foes just jumped while shouting loudly like how one would while watching a gladiator match or sport.* "WOOOOOO!!!! JACKAL! JACKAL! JACKAL! YOU'RE SO COOL AND AWESOME!!!" *He'd be shouting out loudly while one set of his arms was raised up in the air and the rest of his arms giving him a loud applause which was slightly drowned out by the shouting. Overall it was a very entertaining match to watch between two powerful and skilled opponents :)*
Steven
*Alloces waited for the next wight to come out, yawning slightly with his summons.*
Nancy
*Mevis would grin slightly at the titan's reaction, but he shared the same sentiment. Jackal was extraordinarily fast and watching him fight was an exhilarating experience. With his victory the group one was step closer to purging the area from the necromancer's grasps. He could only hope when it was his time to fight he could pull his weight*

"That was impressive Jackal. I hope I can complete my fight as cleanly as you"

*With that said Mevis would wait to see what the necromancer had in store for them*
Paul
*As you all continued to the next room, you would see that the floor was earthen. Not quite loose enough to dig up, but not solid enough to be hard. All the zombies and wights would be wearing green robes as well as having armor on them, specifically, bracers that extended to the fist, greaves, chestplates and helmets. The wights would have the same gear, though it looked like they could utilize it well.*
Doris
Though Ashnard had not particularly enjoyed the titan's celebratory bellowing, he made an effort in not letting it show at his moment of triumph. He had shown his prowess for all to witness, and that was all that mattered at the time. 

Though the victorious smirk would fade from his muzzle upon entering the next room. 

When his foot paws made contact with the softened earth arena and he saw the undead horde before him was far better equipped than the last, Ashnard immediately realized his task was far from concluded. All of the still had an arduous way to go- though fortunately, eviscerating walking corpses had begun to grow on him. His movements would have to be more steady and calculated in such grounds, though that alone wouldn't hold back his bloodlust. Blackened flames danced at his blades and the tips of his toes. Not particularly compelled to state the obvious, he was the first to lunge the left side to begin carving a blood swath on the zombies, one neck at a time. 

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Purgatory and flowing footwork used. 10/15 Mana left```