Old one eye seemed to be laying into the invalid on her knees. A bit harsh I think, but a slap or two wouldn't kill her. What's that smell?<br/>Turning Durien saw the shambling horde approach. A bit stunned by their appearance as he'd never had the displeasure of meeting them in person but heard many stories, though he thought them legends until now.<br/><br/>His surprise led to hesitation which the shouting of others soon broke. Dawn the darkhaired warrior seemed familiar with them and while first calling for all to flee, none were willing to of course. Hilde was a great shot but arrows are not infinite. This other man it seemed moved otherworldly and his weapon left behind ice and frost, tonight legends seemed to come alive. What else would happen tonight he wondered?<br/><br/><strong>Grrr.</strong>Durien leaped towards his dropped staff and pickaxe and wishing he'd brought his gloves. Drawing up the pickaxe he picked the nearest opponent and lifted it above his head and hurled it with all his strength, taking a corpse in the chest shattering bone protruding from its back as it fell back into another corpse locking the two together on the pike. While not enough to finish them they were certainly immobilized. Now it was his turn to wade into the mass of bodies. Running up to the pair he'd locked together with a strong thrust smashed the iron bound end of his staff through the decaying skulls of the pair shattering them like clay pots.<br/>With an overhead swing as a wind up the second time around connected with at least three other corpses as they shuffled in his direction. Reversing the staff's direction into a downward strike striking another on top of the head and crumpled it completely. Swinging up the other end of the staff he brought it across several other corpse heads. Leveling them as well, surely there were to many to keep this up indefinitely. More assistance would be needed soon, he was tired from the day in the mine. With an up strike he launched a corpse's head off its shoulders and into the air the body falling where it stood.<br/><br/>Damn it all to the hells...<strong>RRRRRaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!</strong>With a strong thrust Durien slammed his staff into and through the chest of four surprisingly close together corpses. Relinquishing his staff to the bodies he charged forward using his left fist to shatter the skull of the first, again this seemed easy given the state of decay weakening the bones. Reversing direction in a backhand strike he broke the jaw of the next, using the momentum of that strike he threw his right into the third's face then bringing his elbow into the fourth. Needless to say it took but moments for this to transpire, from there he went into a flurry of kicks and punches that met with flesh and bone at every swing.