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[centre][color=6ecff6][b]Artos Bane[/b][/color][/centre]


Artos stood defiantly with the others, both swords at the ready with the bow strung across his chest. Ice Arrows resting in the now empty scabbard of his right hip waiting to be used. The undead were too numerous to count, already they began to gather for their assault on the small party. As he had expected the creatures were the key to the door and only those capable of destroying them would gain entrance to the next area of the dungeon. Silently he wondered if the real enemy would show themselves after the group had done all the work. Entirely likely. The group already had a few shots taken at the swarm but as for inflicted damage, a few re-killed zombies in a sea of them was not giving them much of an advantage. 

Artos pointed his right hand blade at the swarm and felt the magic build until finally he released it in a cloud of freezing air, his energy would create a zone of absolute zero. Lacking any real defense the creatures were likely to freeze and crumble under their own weight. All it took was to will the zone to be colder, cover more distance, and they would have the fight at the ready. It would have been easier if he could be in the center of his own field forcing the monsters to enter it to attack him, but until the wised up and avoided the patch, it was as good a tactic as any. 
Any other ghouls that wandered too close would find his blades and the swift flight back to the afterlife.