[center][h1][color=#B5A642][b]Dragan Meszaros[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Being in the immediate vicinity of the turned undead, Dragan was far quicker on the mark than their foe, and his own undead began to rip into their former fellows faster than their slow reactions could respond to. As his minions began to viciously assault the undead around them, Dragan leapt up to the gatehouse and entered, watching over the battle from above. For now, he made no move to actually open the gate. 

At his mental command, one of the two spectral shades hovered in front of him, brandishing its dagger. 

[color=#B5A642][b]"Go. Find the one with the silver sword, assault him but once, and lure him back towards the gate."[/b][/color] He commanded, sending the spectre flying off while the unarmed one remained by his side for the moment. 

From his vantage point, Dragan oversaw the conflict below, directing his enthralled skeletons to assault weak points in the opposing horde and be far more effective than they would be otherwise. Any skeletal warrior that fell would soon be replaced in Dragan's forces by another one of their number ripped from the enemy's control. 

[color=#B5A642][b]"Would that my former brother could emerge already, so we can end this farce sooner..."[/b][/color] He murmured under his breath, his warhammer planted into the floor as he placed both hands upon it.