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As Feir's eyes adjusted to the low-light, he felt a sense of thankfulness of his half-elven nature and the nightvision it granted. That thankfulness was short-lived however. Cervious's words rang true, they were surrounded, and by all means, someone would die tonight. As he brought his shield up, he whispered for the rest to hear his instructions. "The opponents we face are known as Ghouls." He relayed, "No small amount of pain would stop them, they'd take a spear to the gut much like a doll would to a needle."

He stepped back and heard a heavy thud of a body falling, "Decapitation, damaging the brain or heart, or burning is the best way to go when facing them." Feir felt cold sweat trickle as a feral growl began low, and slowly rose as more growls joined. "Keep wary, and... good luck."

The Ghouls took a second longer to revel in the prey they soon would be feasting upon, then rushed in at once with putrid nails and feral screams. In seconds, All trees in the perimeter responded to Reilyns plea of help. Various roots extended and seized ghouls as they attempted to charge, many falling flat as their bodies either held and tripped them up or tore and left them crawling on arms to kill. Those that passed, faced the Steel Wolves and all their desperation.

Feir identified his first target, a particularly foul smelling corpse that ran ferociously. Arms raised back for an overhead swing with the club it carried. He wasted no time, Runeflare gleaming wickedly as it sliced through the top half of the ghoul's head. Using the swings momentum, the captain swung to the left, and rocked back as his buckler took a charging body full force. Feir roared, gave a mighty push to knock the foe off-balance and fired a fireball igniting the corpse like a bonfire.