Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-24344819-20191219224124

"Whoops."

The zombie trying to grab Aetheon found that any attempt to grapple the elf would prove impossible. The fabric of his duster slipped through its fingers as if it were a wet piece of soap coated in lubricant oil (despite being perfectly dry at the moment). No matter how hard it tried, grabbing hold of the elf was something that was never going to happen.

Aetheon pushed the first zombie back with his free hand to keep the undead from biting him when the book flung by Alaina zoomed past his head and hit the zombie square in the face. It turned around in free air and proceeded to land in the second zombie´s ugly mug. As it did Aetheon could make out the title: How to train your zombie - A helping hand for Necromancers collectors edition.  If he remembered correctly, counter to what the title said How to train your zombie was actually a series of spicy romance novels.

"Heh, nice choice."

He stepped back momentarily, then rammed his mace into the chest of the first zombie and pinned it against the second one. With a kick he then pushed the two of them back into the room they came out of.

He heard Torsten shout something about ranged spells and quickly stepped to the side to be out of the way and to hold the door open for spells to pass through.