"Hmph," He twirled the spear, not to show off, but to cast rotten, clotted blood and gore off of the blade.  He pulled backwards at the same time with the others, yet, for his own unexplained reasons, chose to remain off to the side, away from the group. He seemed to be in more of a flanking position, all in all.<br/><br/>He watched. He waited. The tension grew. Why had the others pulled back when they were so close to wiping them out? He could not be sure, but he wasn't going to be a damn fool by trying to single-handedly put the rest of them to rest. So instead, he observed.<br/><br/>What came next was odd, to say the least. In the few times he's skirmished against the undead, he's never seen a Corpse do much more than make the occasional bit of noise. And he also has never seen them just sort of... melt? Yeah, that's what he's going to call it. They kind of just melted, and that was just weird on top of weird.<br/><br/>He cast a glance towards Durien, and his comment about washing. Well, at least the man cared for his weapon. There was something to be said for that. "If it's any of us, it's the valkyrie or the witch. If it isn't either of them, then I'd wager we're not alone," On that note, he turns his attention away from the other warriors, since he could probably trust them, and scanned their surroundings with his keen eyes, trying to see if there was anything suspicious around them.