"I ... may have an idea." Sheathing his sword, Khel strode to the colossal zombie, nimbly avoiding the poorly aimed blows. He then brought one hand up, gathering the unholy energies he needed. The skeletal hand was surrounded by a black and violet aura that felt altogether unnatural and evil to any living being.

"To cause harm at a touch is a spell powered by dark energies," he commented, placing the hand against the tree-like leg, "and in mine own world, this would heal a damaged zombie. However..." He watched with twisted satisfaction as the flesh on the leg melted away, leaving only bone to support the monster's weight.

"These are not from my world." He had a moment to take pride in his work, and only one, before the monster collapsed and fell forward on top of Khel, crushing the death knight beneath its mass.