"Many undead are here, but they seem to die again easily enough," Lhel noted, still swinging his blade without restraint or mercy. "I merely wish I might understand why they do not obey my commands." His glance went briefly to Mei Ling and the other living arrivals, but were dismissed merely as more people in need of protection. Protection the skeletal knight would happily provide.

His mail was marred by the repeated attacks, covered in scuffs and some of the metal plates were even dinged up from the horde, but overall he was in far better shape than most of the mortals would be in the same circumstances. "Are we certain that any efforts at moving this system mightn't simply make any efforts to use it in vain? Thy idea has merit, but I ken not what it is, so I fear I must inquire." When one had no lungs to burn, or muscles to ache, fighting while conversing actually became very simple.