LAND OF MAG: GAME

Surprised by the sudden appearance of the Shambling dead and their attack on his companion, Urukh does not even think to try and repel them. Instinctively he attacks the one on Dyeusz.

As he strikes one of the creatures, Urukh sees one aiming for him out of the corner of his eyes.

Paying attention to the closest threat Urukh slashes his dagger as the creature aiming for Dyeusz.

Dyeuz rallies corrects his footing and goes to smash the undead once more. Resolving to from hereon to crush the skull of every corpse he crossed.

He brings the mighty heathen hammer to bear and sets to immediately destroy this fiend.

Stowing the sledgehammer, by way of tucking it into the chain cinching his armor together. Dyeuz proceeds downstairs. Arming himself with the torch. He pulls the shield from the frog on the backplate he had stored it earlier. A torch, iron, hot, dense and heavy, a fearsome weapon when wielded by a bloody minded individual. Stomping onto the remaining fragments of the uneaten's skull, just to be certain.

"My people believe the seat of human consciousness is the center of the brain. We do not have, this." He gestures to the reanimated corpses, the uneaten. Ghul, he would call it.

Dyeuz deeply considered the quality of Urukh seriously, he had always thought of him as a helpless sophist prior to this moment. His prejudice had given him the wrong impression, something he couldn't remember ever having occured before. To be wrong.

They had been in many scraps together, but nothing so critical as a fight for their lives against them that desired nothing but to end them. "Anyway we can talk about that later. You have an abundance of vim, vigor, and your tejas is a warm radiance as you fight." The Gewyrdlic prince still struggled with many words in the Mag tongue, though knew of the Ancient tongue enough to guess through complex concepts if he animated himself. "You strive to kill, like Shu Ra. Like me." He added as if that were something to be proud of and he knew that everyone knew it.

Still on the adrenalin rush from the attack, Urukh barely realized this was the most words he heard from his companion since they started travelling together. It took a few more seconds before he realized there were hints of compliment in them.

"I haven't always been livin' the easy life in a temple unfortunately... I had to fend for myself on a few occasions."
Staring at the crushed skull of the uneaten, he adds "Glad you're on my side"

As they proceeds downstairs into the depths he cannot shake the thought they were in for more than they expected.

Dyeuz looks around for a fragment of rubble to cast into the water.

Dyeuz holds a finger to his lips, waiting, watching, listening for a full minute to anything that might also disturb the water.

Dyeuz presses ahead.