Chartok the Necro Wolf was having fun. It was always cool to make a villainous statement followed by summoning some undead and laughing at the poor humans. The following fights might go for or against him, but he really lived for the opening moments. These pitiful fools were no exception. He loved the looks on their faces. No steely look of determination, just big eyes and 'oh shit, we're so screwed' attitudes. These lowly little humans needed a lesson in not venturing too far out on their first day of playing hero. Chartok rolled his eyes. Just look at them! Some homemade padded armor? Clubs and pointy sticks. It had been hilarious watching them struggle against the bunnies. That's what made up his mind to start a fight. His resources were a tad low. He'd been having a good time leading a pack of enslaved wolves from farm to farm causing trouble and wracking up some cheap experience. Then out of nowhere they got jumped by a squad of five heroes - and not neophytes like these jokers. They actually knew how to fight. He'd lost his wolves and spent a good chunk of mana getting away. He'd planned on a nice meal and taking a nap to get his mana back, but changed plans when he saw his favorite eating spot was taken. These weren't the same humans he'd been beaten by, but they'd do for petty revenge. <HA HA! Your doom comes for you, fools. At them, my hopping horde.>"This is bullshit! Where the hell did this guy come from?" Rolly had his spear held out in front of him hoping to just keep the skeletons from chomping down on his ankles. Ben grabbed Suzette by the collar and pulled her back and in the middle of the the rest of them. "Keep the wolf busy if you can, Suzy. Just keep tossing darts. He's some type of caster. Rolly, if you can pin one through the ribs with a spear, that might keep them in place and make them easier to hit. Try to use the club in your other hand to beat it down. Hopefully the old rules about crushing weapons on skeletons apply." The horde didn't really 'surge' forward as much as it slowly crawled. Fat Rabbits didn't move fast when alive, and these were even slower. Both Rolly and Ben got in spear thrusts that managed to tangle in the skeletal bunny ribcages, but their attempts to pound on them were hampered by more of the horde inching forward.Ozzy had no such problem. He brought his cleaver down on one of the zombie rabbits and cut it cleanly in half, blood spurting every where.

You have hit a Zombie Fat Rabbit! Because you are using a cleaver and hitting dead meat, the skill "Hack Flesh" is used instead of damage from a default weapon. You have done 180 points of damage to Zombie Fat Rabbit. You have destroyed Zombie Fat Rabbit. Experience is being calculated....please continue.