The ruined halls smelled rancid. A dank stench of death filled Xaz's nose as his heavy footsteps splooshed down the in stagnant water. His shield held before him, and his customary sword lay at rest in his tightly gripped hand.
"Filthy undead", he cursed to himself as another pair of them lumbered from the darkness. Raising his arms, he met them.
"All victories are Her's", he repeated to himself as his blade quickly dismembered the undying. Looking up from his kills, there was another sight. Two figures stood, donning armor as dark as the passage itself, both brandishing weapons equal in size to his own. An unnatural fire burning in their helms as they bore down on him.
Xaz smiled within his helm as he shifted his stance to meet the new adversaries risen from this tomb.
"The Banshee elg'caress has sent some new ones.", he mused to himself, bringing his weapon down. Within a few strokes of his heavy steel, both wraiths lay fallen.