[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]