"As you wish!" Arin spoke with contempt and sliced its throat. However, to his surprise, instead of a jet of blood, a thick blackish liquid came out from the wound, even thicker than Arin's necromantic blood. The Orc's body was still struggling to fight back, but the Orc spoke again, "Kill...me..."
"What the hell!" Arin was disgusted and shoved his dagger into the Orc's forehead, and suddenly it stopped struggling. It dropped dead like a corpse. "Oh, it's like the zombie flicks!" he told himself, "Shoot them in the head, well, they are zombies?"
He shouted at Ragna, "Shoot them in the forehead, they are like zombies!"
"Ya gone mad, Deadboy?" she asked, "Or brain got rot? What are ya talkin' about? What's this Jommi thing? And do ya see any bow or crossbow here?"
"Forget it," Arin was a bit embarrassed, "You can finish them by crushing their heads!"
"Big news!" Ragna taunted, as she crushed one zombie's head under her warhammer, "I have already found that out!"
