Lin took a moment to stop and stare at two of the the giant wyrms that fell from the sky, watching the dust cloud form as they crashed into the ground and how everything in their crash course either ran away or got crushed underneath. More and more warriors would charge ahead of him before they locked themselves in combat in front of him with whatever ghoul, skeleton, abomination or other undead horror that the Scourge have been creatively putting together throughout the years.<br/><br/>That one axe-wielding orc, the one that woke him up. Was she just going to throw herself into the middle of everything? What was she thinking charging deep into the enemy ranks just like that while hacking and slashing everything on the way in? It's not like he can call her back now though, the screams of battle would just drown everything out anyways.<br/><br/>Over in another direction, he saw someone go down while battling an armored skeleton. This someone, judging by the short stature and the bulky armor to go with it, no doubt was a dwarf, and the only reason he went down so easily was because of how drunk he was during the fight. Just as the skeleton was about to take its final swing of its sword, Lin hastily pointed his hand towards the skeleton and blasted it apart. The dwarf got up and went off on a drunken ramble about how he didn't need his help, how it insulted his pride, and things like that before skipping himself back into the fight.<br/><br/>Between the dwarf, the orcess and the elven sentinel, Lin wondered if they'll all be okay with what they do. The undead only grow in numbers for every body that falls in every battle that has been fought up until now. He ignited his hands once more, preparing to hurl fireballs into the sky to shoot down the flying enemies.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>