The heroes easily beat the monster, it laid defeated , one leg cracked, an arm sawed off, and a large burning whole in its chest. With the large undead creature wounded and unable to continue the battle, the rest of the undead did something strange. Slowly they edged away from the battle and back down the road, and halted at the gate, howls of fury and hunger howled from there cold, rotting mouths. A bit confused and shocked, Kwah glanced at his saviors and gave each a small nod. Cautiously, he approached the ogre who made small grunting sounds, despite not having any organs inside his skeletal figure. Climbing atop it. Kwah crawled towards the whole in the creatures chest and stabbed his sword into the creature. IT grunted in pain, and attempted to raise its other arm, but it fell from the rest of its body in pieces. Saying a few words, he raised his hand towards the sky and let the lights energy form around his hand. Thrusting his hand towards the chest, the creature howled in pain as it began to decay. The bone soon turned to ash, blowing away. Falling through, Kwah landed on his feet in the ashes, behind him he heard the priest and remaining survivors yell victory cries. Grasping his sword, he smiled and raised it in victory and gave a war cry of his own. Turning to face the survivors he began to speak to them, but soon stopped as their eyes widened in fear. Turning back around, he saw the horror himself. Four more skeletal ogres, each with a differnt weapon, pushed their way through the gates, grunting and giving war cries. Taking a step back he prayed under his breath and raised his shield. The undead began charging again, but this time something else stopped them.
Above them a roar was easily heard above the screams causing even the undead to halt. Above them from the clouds, a dark figure flew straight down. It landed in the middle of the undead horde, the ogres being squashed underneath the new monsters weight. A skeletal dragon, with blue flames covering it landed, destroying the undead. On top of the dragon, a tall figure stood and climbed off the dragon, green fire in one hand and long staff in the other. Breathless, Kwah knew the figure and he managed to whisper "Spiritus." Taking a step back, he called to everyone "Retreat!". Despite his own call, he stood frozen in fear, but soon felt a large arm wrap around him and pick up over his scaley shoulder.
Keeeen arrived at the battle late, and soon quickly began killing off the undead from behind, his sword ripping into their soft flesh, or into bones, cutting the weaker ones, or bluntly crushing them. As the undead retreated, he merely watch, a frown on his face "Not even a challenge." As the ogres came and were crushed, he growled happily, eager for the new challangers. As the dragon flew from the sky, and the dark figure got off of it, he was finally realizing something was off. Green fire? That wasn't normal for even the greatest sorcerers. His one opponent he hated to face were mages, always to unpredictable, but were normally really easy to cut into pieces. As he heard the priest call retreat, he slowly turned, not to eager to run from battle, but for some reason an outside force commanded him to. He spotted the armored priest, frozen with fear. Walking towards him, he slung him over his shoulder and walked towards the church.