It was electricity that arced off the re-dead corpses that provided the best sensation.

The wet [i]thunk[/i] of metal, slick with rain and blood, pounding into the flesh of the trembling monstrosities. The delectable [i]crunch[/i] and shock of a blade digging into steely supports. The screaming [i]sizzle[/i] of the undead muscle and fat as the lighting bursting them like oversize water balloons. The final tremble of the desecrated corpse as it lapsed back into its eternal rest, the supports that kept it bound to the world brutally severed. The scent of charring flesh and hot metal mixing in a rising torrent of heat and death. The sight of the once-feared monsters broken by superior forces that they could not comprehend. The glimpse of unshaken resolve in the dead eyes of a ghoul, even as the metal that supported it was twisted and broken by brutal blows. 

[i]All pleasant in their own way,[/i] Kore mused, [i]but the best would definately have to be the dying dregs of energy that sparked off the zombified creatures in their last moments.[/i]
 
The electricity crackled along his databound body, carefully stimulating the untouchable. The screams of the damned were transmitted even without vocal cords, turning the metal swarm's sensory organs into a pleasant cacophony of anger and hatred. It was a simulation like no other. 

The hulking mass of metallic blades and armor plates hovered forward into the next of the smaller monsters, carefully taking the time to crush its remaining spine before terminating it with a stab to the head.

He'd come to this town(Where he was currently making a long path of re-death over to where most of the fighting seemed to be taking place) on the grounds that he was able to harvest the data on the monstrous Stitchenstein's creatures if he killed said scientist. A pity, really, but Kore was certain that the NPC would come to understand why he had to die if a superior being came along to smash all that he knew into itty-bitty fragments. 

The champion gave a dark chuckle, filled with maniac clarity and carefully augmented tones, taking out another one of the weaker units with another swift blow to the exposed skull.

[i]Itty-bitty. Ha.[/i]