Devaguea glanced about, spotting more bodies slowly rising from the underbrush, and nodded. "Torak, fighting retreat. Talia, flanks. I will thin the pack."<br/><br/>A gout of flame washed over the collection of zombies mauling Torak, taking out most of them, giving the dwarf room to pull back.<br/><br/>flame breath 15 (3d6 fire, dc 16 ref)