First Blow - - Thailen Vicarris
As the fog parted, Thailen let out a sigh of relief. For the dancing shadows and whispers of isolation took their leave with it, letting her breath easy and think straight. However, her relief was dampened as she focused on the newly revealed distance to see five undead. To find them so close, to encounter enemies so quickly, was unexpected. Had they been drawn by the flare, were they there by coincidence, or had they known before hand of the Blade's arrival? Her hand began to creep across her body towards the hilt of her sword as she began looking from side to side, searching for a potential ambush. But the fog continued to blind in every direction save forward, giving the sense of being trapped in a tunnel. Behind them the Blood Sea, ahead the undead.
Triple blasts of water magic from the mage Maher startled her out of her thoughts, just in time to see Erasmus pull out his sword and shield. Drawing her own sword, Thailen charged forward alongside him, feet kicking up dust from the dead ground. Within a few seconds, her steps fell in sync with her companion's, drawing them ever closer to the shambling dead. From behind came the twin sounds of Alexander's pistols, and Thailen could swear that she could feel the shots pass by. Relentless water, hot lead, and soon, cold steel.
The undead were close enough now to make out details. To see the tattered remnants of their uniforms, implying that they had once been soldiers. Thailen could only hope that they military training didn't carry over into death. Facial features began to come into focus, letting her imagine how they would have looked in life. Locks of blonde hair on one, sharp cheekbones on another. Grimacing, Thailen brought her sword around to her left, ready to swing it across her body in a sweeping horizontal attack. She didn't have much experience with the undead, but she assumed removing their heads was as effective as it was on any other creature.