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Vincent Pathfinder 56/98
Using every trick he had learned to this point, he parried, and weaved and sliced with every ounce of his being. The undead were just to many and they kept coming with the yearning that only the dead can have for the living. Then as if out of no where, the bone yard started exploding. Vincent could only assume Ana had completed her spell, with the blood rushing to his ears he could hear very little. As the skeletons exploded, the dust of age's past blew into the air almost choking him as he breathed deeply from the combat. With another slash he came down one particular skeleton that was giving him a difficult time, and not only did he cleave this one, but four others as he completed his cut. Momentarily awed by this event, a smirk came to his face at the thought of the power in the blade, he was soon brought back as a skeleton took a bite out of his leg. Kicking at the head of the creature he managed to seperate it's head from its spine sending it across the room and into the midst of several skeletons that were already fleeing from the chaos. Looking over his shoulder to see if the cleric was alright he smiled and continued the slaughter clearing the way so that the rest could advance in hopeful saftey. He would have to ponder how and why the sword did that after he got out of this accursed place.
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