He nodded as if he had expected that, mostly because it was still well within his worst case scenario planning. Not actually one of the plans, he was going to be honest with himself at least. He took a breathe, before stepping back, just to get some breathing room, and decided to do something delightfully direct. He noted they were all semi old undead, none of them were fresh, but none seemed to be seriously rotting. Which meant they and their clothing should burn quite nicely. Of course, flaming zombies had issues all their own, but the fire would quickly destroy the muscles and tendons that they relied upon to move, so that would solve that problem. A forest fire would be another, but again, he would worry about that when it happened. He reached out, an brushed the power across the zombie's shirts, a sniff of power that should do the job, and hoped it do the job quickly.