[ Fighting the undead has never been as clean as he'd like, and he has had plenty of experience by this point. They aren't all created equal. Some fall easily and others need to be torn to shreds before they can be taken down. The shard inside him only absorbs enough to work on the weakest undead, the likes of which he hasn't seen since Sa-Hareth. That doesn't mean he can't feel it when they're near, and he's not eager to fill it again after the trouble he went through draining it.
It's by chance that he turns in time to see Vanessa rising from the water, and witnesses an undead seeming to crumble before her, with no weapon in sight. Just that familiar something that glints in the light. He leaves the broken oar in the gaping hole he put in the soft tissue of an undead to blink back over to where she stands.
He's weirdly focused on her, considering the undead are still gathering from land. ]
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It's by chance that he turns in time to see Vanessa rising from the water, and witnesses an undead seeming to crumble before her, with no weapon in sight. Just that familiar something that glints in the light. He leaves the broken oar in the gaping hole he put in the soft tissue of an undead to blink back over to where she stands.
He's weirdly focused on her, considering the undead are still gathering from land. ]
What did you do?