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Arkas stabbed the point of his greatsword into the ground, turning his head to whisper. "Whoever they are, they aren't helping their reputation." The barbarian swung his point free of the dirt and pointed it at the closest skeleton. "No closer, or someone loses their head again." Arkas snarled to the simple minded undead, switching one of his free hands to grip the hilt properly.

Arkas knew he'd need all his cleaving power to make sure the skeletons stayed down, the zombies weren't much of a problem with his allies accurate bolts. "Stop playing and come closer, 'mancer. It'd only be one of your kind." The warrior took a brave step forward, but so far as to break the back-to-back.

Arkas was like any other barbarian. Orianna was lucky she hadn't drawn a true first blood, otherwise there would've been a lot more action to his threats against the dead and their hidden master.