In front of the knight, the moving dead soldier collapsed into a heap of rotten flesh, and within seconds it was reduced into the black goo that was seeping from him. The only solid things that remained were its armor and spear. And now that it wasn't moving, its armor seemed more than just some common soldier would be wearing. Once it had been very good quality, and Sir Shane could see the remains of fine decorations on it. This man must have been an officer when it was alive, but it had been a long, long time before.