Albert fought with skill uncommon for one so young. He concentrated on the closest zombie to him taking it out first with several striking slashes. A zombie could take only so many blows before the magic maintaining it failed. Head shots did the most damage but they were a luxury of distance and precision that Albert had not yet gained. Albert's well muscled body quivered at the endurance test before him. The horde pressured biting at his chain mail armor but having little effect other than pinching with the compression. His plate helmet protected his head well but the constant flailing limbs striking him take the greatest toll.
Albert is shaken by the battering but continues unwavering in his strikes. Sir Garrett unseen by Albert whose caught up in the fury of the fighting nods approvingly at his squire. Sir Garrett again bashed back the on coming horde of pawing hands and gnashing teeth. This gave Sir Garrett the time to focus his faith and project it out through his holy symbol destroying the dark forces that now possessed these poor bodies. Many of the zombies lost the negative energy that drove them collapsing to the ground. A circle of bodies made a grim scene. The rest of the zombies shuffled slowly stumbling over their fallen brethren. Albert recovers some of his strength waiting for the next onslaught.
Sir Garrett could now see the end in sight. The mass of undead now sparsely together moved toward their food. He could see through them to the trees beyond. Sir Garrett pressed forward his attack giving Albert more time to rest. His dancing strikes struck home cleaving the skulls off a couple before they begin to bunch up again. They retreating and striking as they whittled them down further. Albert caught his breath and aided in the final push taking out the horde.
Sir Garrett looked at the bodies and saw that they wore peasant clothing. Someone probably kidnapped them from local villages. They were mostly men and the elderly the most likely to be prayed on alone at night. Local village women and children mostly kept away from the swamps at night. He figured that whoever did this was either not able to strike in the day on not yet bold enough.
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