Whatever hesitation Hilde had, fled as the one eyed woman slapped the one on her knees. The words the witch said rang cords in her head, this was no ordinary warrior that had fallen to her knees. When the shambling of the undead appeared Hilde grabbed the short bow at her feet and began firing arrows. Straight and true the arrows flew, catching the corpses in throat and heart. She peppered only one or two arrows per corpse and watched them fall only briefly and then turned to make sure she shot at only the closest.<br/><br/>When Dawn suggested she take the wounded one away, Hilde yelled out with a coarse throaty curse. "Hilde Johannes never runs from battle! Ye will be lucky if there be any left for ye to fight if ye just stand thar." All the while loosing arrows as she moved to stand between the downed woman and the shamblers.<br/><br/>She was impressed with the spear wielder. Grinning she cheers at him. "Take off thar heads! Maybe they will not rise again." she noted his smooth grace and skill.  She was a bit concerned as her arrows began to get low. She had only thirty and had already loosed almost twenty five. No time to be squeamish, she ran forward to where some had fallen and put a foot on them and pulled arrows free to shoot again. She did not want to stray too far from the group. She mainly shot close to the other warrior and downed one shambler coming up behind him.<br/><br/>She was soon running out of arrows and none were close.  Slinging her bow over a shoulder she drew her shortsword and hatchet. She picked out single targets moving in on the group and charged. Her blows were crude and yet effective as she stabbed with the sword and chopped with the ax. Undead moved slow and the stench was horrendous. She managed to stay on her feet and keep the horrid things from reaching the downed woman on her side of the field. Sweat and gore soon covered her and she worried she would be diseased. No time now to clean up. She kept on as best she could.