He turned his attention back to the man who had just called out to them, giving him a sharp look. He extended an index finger and put it in front of his mouth as a signal for him to be quiet. A quiet rustling could be heard from the forest nearby, and twigs cracking. He drew both of his knives, and motioned to Arith to prepare to fight. The sound rapidly encompassed the entire area around the town in the forest before it was suddenly quiet. It stayed that way nearly a minute, nobody moving a hair during the whole time. Voren took a step forward, adjusting the position he stood in, and stepped on a twig, snapping it. In an instant, at least twenty corpses flew out of the tree line towards them. Arith launched a ball of flames towards a compact group of them, Voren blinking towards another group, flipping through the air while spinning rapidly in an incredible display of speed and agility, shredding a group of five or six zombies to ribbons. He landed and blinked towards another group, slashing open a throat before quickly beheading the monster with another swipe, then flashed away again. He was rapidly exhausting his magic at this rate, but it was at least helping to keep them alive. He glanced over to Arith who was firing off at the zombies with all the spells he had, fire and ice flying as chunks of rock speared them from the ground. Although they were tearing through the living corpses, more were coming from the forest, and in greater numbers than before.<br/><br/>He gave a thumbs up to the man that raised an index finger in order to signal for him to be silent. He was too excited to other people here that he was in a graveyard, and being loud was a huge no-no. As he watched the man draw both of his knives, Arios reached for his broadsword, assuming his yelling might have attracted the attention of the dead. For a moment, it was truly silent... As a graveyard was intended to be. He took a deep breath, letting both instead reach for his twin sword which were lighter and would make less noise. And it was the smarter choice as he noticed the throng of zombies soon arising from the ground as the man who shushed him accidentally stepped on a twig, snapping it underneath his feet. Arios put on his helmet and sprung into action, falling into the zombie horde, cutting heads as he made his way to the three wanderers, avoiding the mages' spells as they tore through the horde. "Man... That's a lot of dead!" Arios chuckled to himself, holding his blades to the dreary and lightless sky,<br/><br/>"I humbly request to thee, O Bearer of Ancient Light! Allow this humble person to use thine divine power to protect these wayward souls. The Blades of Light. Let me inflict thine Divine Punishment and burn into his memory into mine eyes. On my name, Arios!" With his incantation, his twin blades glowed in a blinding light. "So mind if I take point?"<br/><br/>(So... If I need to fix this, I will. Just trying something I thought of and in the current setting, I think it works perfectly.)