It was just one at first, a single hollowman crawling out of the darkness with a rusty sword. Even if it had been a single hero, he posed no threat. It was however, only a moment later when the darkness of the caves gave sight to another....then another...then a few. A volley of rifle and pistol bullets soared from the shadows and depths towards the heroes. A brief moment of light gave view of the horde coming at them, maybe two dozen hollowmen. More worrying however, the light that had made them visible was the undead dance of those foul lights that moved through the air and buried themselves into the ground to unearth more. More of the skeletal foes made their presence known, more bullets were fired at the heroes. All the while they shuffled closer, boney fingers clasping swords, axes, war grade pick axe's.