More skeletons! This was turning out to be such a good day! He'd killed seventeen undead already and he'd only just gotten up! Slash! Slash! Clang! Slash! More bones littered the ground. Artix was barely even breathing hard. Slash, whoosh, clang, slash! More bones clattered to the ground at his feet. This was incredible! Almost thirty undead in fewer than two minutes! But where were they coming from? Artix looked around and saw a flash of blue. Wait, that color… Investigating the unusual light blue color, he quickly found its fluffy, sneering source. "Zorbak," he yelled, "You ebil little moglin!"