Voren shot a look at Arith, catching his eye. He flashed him a symbol in a kind of sign language, a single gesture motioning for a plan they had already made earlier. Arith nodded, and Voren set to action. Yelling loudly, he dashed around the zombies as fast as he could, attracting the attention of as many as possible. The idiotic creatures began following him around, ignoring the others, however their speed was no match for his. Stiff muscles struggling against rigor mortis were nothing compared to the trickster's agile movements as he leapt over the undead and weaved in between them. He focused on nothing but dodging the hands that grasped at him from every direction. It wasn't long before at least half the zombies were after him. Voren suddenly tumbled towards the ground, impacting soundlessly as the hoard of undead piled on top of him, attempting to rip him to shreds. Once again, the trickster was doubled, one being mauled on the ground, zombie hands moving straight through the decoy, movement unhindered by it. The other stood next to Arith, smirking as he looked on to the scene of would-be carnage. He glanced to the side at Arith, who was quietly chanting, his eyes locked onto the pile of writhing undead. The air around them let out a burst of red. An instant later the whole group was consumed entirely in flames, leaving no more than cinders where the zombies were. The decoy disappeared in a blink of violet light.<br/><br/>The duo's attention turned back to the rest of the undead, the hoard much thinner now as they stumbled toward them. Voren set about cleaning up while Arith looked around the graveyard, hoping to find where the death mage might be.