Vuthaternock draws his flaming blade, it's jagged, foreign design making it look like the whole blade is made of some ethereal energy. He roars a battle cry, and attacks the remaining undead, spinning his blade with a well practiced ease. Any undead he hits explodes into tiny, burning bone fragments, but he fights on the defense. Strong as his scale might be, a slice by one of those rusty blades would be terribly painful.