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Dorian let out a grunt as he gave another zombie a solid knock to the head, not wasting a moment in twirling his staff to jam the sharpened end into the abomination’s skull as soon as it hit the ground. Even a breath of hesitation could be the difference between life and death in situations like these - a fact that the necromancer unfortunately knew all too well. Naive, he supposed, to think that he would be done with all this after arriving in this... wherever this was.
“So tiresome, this zombie business.” He sighed to the heavens and gladly took a moment of reprieve to reach inside his robes to seek out a handkerchief. There was no reason to let presentation suffer, even on the battlefield. Dabbing at the sweat beading on his brow, hazel eyes which only slightly showed his years in the corners scoped out the slew of corpses left in his wake. Oh, if only he had the rest of his powers. He could have made them all fight each other and wouldn’t have had to do any work.