Arslan's next moves might have appeared to outsiders as the actuions of a berserk barbarian to drunk with battle lust to let a chance for victory slip through his fingers.  As the opaque wall of fire came up, the unarmored man kept coming.  As he came, he shifted, muscles toning and bulging as his fingernails hardened, lengthened, pointed, and abrutply shot into lethal claws.<br/><br/>And he kept coming, angling to come in just right, barreling right through the wall of flame, and lashing at the joints of the undead with his claws as his once reddened body flash-healed back to it's healthy state, though he still trailed white smoke.