[b]Eurjrstbrü jerked to help her but stopped, before breathing deeply, searching for any signs that anybody had died yet.[/b]

The entire area reeked of death, but not in a normal quality. Whatever had died here had died from heat stroke, which was odd for the freezing mountains. As for the girl, she was still alive, but that could change at any moment. A slight shifting in the snow would catch his eye. What came out of the snow was a massive figure, heavily armored, with a massive refrigeration unit on it's back. Not noticing Eurjrstbrü, the figure grabbed a small handle from it's belt. Flicking it's wrist towards her, the device extended a massive whip that wrapped around the girls neck. Twisting it's wrist once more, the whip extended small barbs of ice that dug into the girls flesh. Small frostbite burns began to extend from the contact points, and blood trickled at the barbs.

[b]He was disappointed. Heatstroke victims made terrible mummies that were fragile, but no matter. He dig deep within himself and began the summoning, the ground churning as the dead rose from their resting places, crawling forth in a wave of skeletal and partially rotting remains, creating a newfound army of his own. He strode forwards calmly, struggling against his giant armor, however.[/b] [i]"Greetings, soldier. Now, do me a favor and release the whip, if you would kindly."[/i]

Eurjrstbrü would be pleasantly surprised to see that all the heatstroke victims were mysteriously pre-dried, and encased in a similar armor to the large figure; the figure meanwhile simply looked at him, making a noise that sounded like a scoff. The whip visibly tightened around the girl's neck, beginning to choke her. A small voice, the same one from before, sounded through her communicator, "Посол! Прикрывайся! Маня? Маня?!" It was clear that the girl would fall to the whip if no interference was made.

[i]"Why don't people ever do a rotting knight a favor and do what I ask?"[/i] [b]The knight gestured with a hand and the undead started moving in, as the knight came within punching distance of the soldier, before throwing a right-hook at him.[/b]

The whip shut off for a moment; the girl gasping for breath, convulsing on the ground. The figure turned to the knight, unleashing the whip at him. Wrapping it around his hand, the flesh on Eurjrstbrü would come to a complete freeze, before the figure delivered a massive blow to his head.

[b]The hood fell off his face and his neck snapped at an odd angle. Except with a horrible cracking, it reverted back to it's original position. And he saw why. The knight' face was... rotting. Like a corpse come back to life. Green flesh was hanging limply from the left side of his face, and his eye was almost hanging out of the socket. Part of his skull was exposed and cracked. But he was... alive. The knight grinned with yellow teeth and rotting gums.[/b] [i]"Wowee that was fun. How about left this time? I've had this terrible ache in my neck and I think going left'll help it."[/i] [b]He undead hoarse closed in and started grabbing the man's arms and legs, starting to lift him and pry his arms.[/b]