As the group of warriors fought bravely against the horde shambling Corpses, they rapidly made an impact, as more and more of the monstrosities fell to blade, bow, and battle, collapsing into piles of body parts and viscera. A small group of the creatures still stood, but as the fighters began to retreat, they would find that they weren't being pursued any longer.  The Corpses simply remained in place for several tense moments before the corpse in front seemed to point at the group, slowly raising a trembling hand, weakened from death and re-raising. "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." It lets the noise loose from its mouth, something strange for a Corpse.  Everyone knows that they are among the most simplistic of the Undead, and are supposed to be incapable of speech, outside of grunts, moans, and the like.<br/><br/>It groans once again, taking a single clumsy step forward, before it lets loose a near-deafening screech. "<strong><em>Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!"</em></strong>With a burst of energy, it seems to dissipate into crimson liquid, as do the other Corpses, until the only souls left on the battlefield are those of the living.