From his vantage point, the cleansing fires that destroyed the undead remains acted as a beacon that Kalais could follow to the Great Gate. He picked his was carefully across the hard-packed ground, noting the step-drag-step tracks of zombies and three-limbed shuffle of ghouls.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4dff4d"><i>Favored invasion route? At least it's predictable...</i><br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #808080">His eyes stayed mobile, flicking left and right, even down and upward to be sure nothing could swoop down or reach up for him. Experience and loss had taught him that one was never really safe in the open - of course, one was never really safe in general, so there you had it. With one hand resting on the hilt of a dagger and the other deceptively at his side, he continued on. <br/>
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As he approached the Gate, movement just beside it caught his eye. A one-armed zombie had somehow been missed during the fight, and was clawing its way toward the Gate in a mindless stupor, the command to kill and consume the living overriding any sense of futility it may have had. Kalais slipped in behind it and drew his long, heavy daggers, keeping silent as he moved. <br/>
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When he closed the distance, he rose up and jammed both blades into the space between the collarbone and the side of the neck of the thing, firmly twisting to sever the spine and pop the head from the shoulders. The still-growling head hit the ground and rolled facing up, baleful eyes glaring at him briefly before he stomped it to a puddle beneath his boot. <br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #4dff4d">"Damn things," </span><span style="color: #808080">he muttered to himself. </span><span style="color: #4dff4d">"Hello the stronghold! I'm a live Human, looking for a place to stay. I can fight and make myself useful."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #808080">He stood and awaited a response, though he prepared to move on if necessary. It wouldn't be the first time.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>