Antinthe Sat Feb 09, 2013 12:48 am
Lwyn's expert swinging with a weapon she isn't trained to use - nor are many people, really - is actually working in her favor, thanks to the idiots she's chosen to swing at. As she smashes the unlucky one in the head, its ratty hair catches on fire and its eyes roll back as it collapses into the dirt, fire starting to sizzle along its scalp along with the nasty scent of singed follicles.
The horde is more than happy to follow her, however. The first zombie struck with a flaming arrow suddenly stops running and smashes to the ground, forming a tiny pile with the second flaming corpse; both burn merrily as something goes wrong with the both of them, smoldering away. Not a pleasant smell, the burnt flesh. At the same time, the rest of the undead try their best to chase Lwyn down, yet all of them get a chance to smack her for daring to run, before they follow.
Only one of the slowbies gets to lay its hands on the elf, and it's such a pathetic strike that it's hardly worth mentioning. As they run after her as best they can, another one trips over the pile and rolls a few feet, clawing the ground as it tries to make it back to its feet. They really are bad at attacking.
(Lwyn takes...two whole damage! Zombies are entering squares next to her if possible, so probably all of 5-10 feet away from Norin.)