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Indeed Gro'chal had been noticed but not by the large hatted wizard who suddenly twirled his staff around only to bring it to the side of one of the many undead abominations that went about killing all that stood in their way. His staffs connection to the necrotic corpse suddenly burst into a bright shinning light and then a wave a force that would send the creatures bones flying in all directions and disrupting any who were caught amongst the blast into oblivion and shards of their former selves. Bigsby began to stride with purpose towards what he felt was the source only to smack a few more undead bastards that rushed him every inch of the way doing what he did to the first like he had to the last he dissipated.

A small girl covered in gore and mud began to sob as she sat on his knees and watched the sad and sorry sight of her people being slaughtered. "Someone, anyone, please help me! My mother is trapped!" The tiny girl piped loudly only to t urn to see that beside her now was a large hatted man who quickly forced the wood of her now condemned home to explode into a bountiful bounty of multicolored butterflies. Once cleared and knowing that the child could get to her mother Bigsby turned to face the undead hoard only to shake his head.

"To you all this will be the greatest day of your interestingly notable lives. But for me it will always be a Tuesday, I hate Tuesdays." The large hatted wizard simply pointed the head of his staff out before him and began to trace a circle in the air which seemed to reverberate with a strange eldritch energy. It was from this circle that several thousand blue orbs of energy shot forward and pierced even more of the undead army causing some to explode and others to change their shape into harmless trinkets or bobbles that could be picked up later.