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The priest comes back into the field with careful steps, holding his own life over saving any others. He shrugs off Siris' comments -- not the first man to mock him. Maybe the next man to be left in his own blood. Iddin is evidently the only one to remember Zuzu is not always benevolent to the reckless.

He sets his focus on the fallen Balathu. Unfortunately, the same stupid sellsword called Iddin to Ia's attention. Tend to that first.

[b]Iddin:[/b] Call upon Zuzu, the great preserver! He freezes the breath, holds the blood, captures the soul! Pray he gives you his mercy!

He suddenly jerks his whole body in a horrible clamor. The topsoil churns at the two bodies to capture them, and their handler, in a choking storm of earth and blood. She is knocked aside as Akmaan and Gao-Lubaan's corpses are puppeted upright and a layer of glass melts onto their flesh. The priest takes a moment to comment on the two temporary statues.

[b]Iddin:[/b] Zuzu's faithful, I should hope. If there is anything left to preserve in this world... well, faithful, yes? I have other matters -- keep them upright.

He casually turns back towards Balathu and sets off. His hands glimmers a bit more like glass than flesh as he points forward and calls to the band's remaining members.

[b]Iddin:[/b] Knowing Balathu, he would be standing if alive. Do we have a corpse bearer?