Voren hardly acknowledged anybody else as he continued dashing around, hacking and slashing at the undead with a grin on his face. He hadn't had a fight like this in as long as he could. Adrenaline was coursing through him, keeping him going as he continued hacking at the risen corpses. He saw the entrance of a new man, wearing a fox mask. Wondering why somebody would appear unannounced and wearing a mask intrigued him, and distracted him long enough to trip, this time for real. He reacted fast enough to roll, however tumbled out of it, landing belly down in the dirt. He started getting back up as a zombie landed on top of him, attempting to tear him apart. Reacting quickly, he teleported away from the beast, exhausting just about the last of the magic he had left. He quickly got back up from where he was much safer to do so, and began slashing at the zombies around him, ripping through them again. He was starting to get tired though, and began heading back towards Arith as he fought through the hoard with the others.