Operation Polar Winds : Part Twenty-Four

Above ground, Janus's right hand, Jir, faced much too many undead elites at once, yet, none of the two sides had yet to make a move, just staring one another down.

The paladin did not favour victory, but he could surely inflict some damage and block the way for a little while, from beneath his ample cloak, he pulled a harpoon taller than himself, how such a lengthy weapon had remained undetected until now, was a mystery.

The harpoon was made entirely out of cold iron, mere contact could cause someone to end with a part of their flesh dying as it was frozen, it's head had a single hook protruding from the side, no doubt that those stabbed with it would find it difficult to take out, and would most certainly not want for it to be ripped away once it was embedded into their body.

"I think some of us are going to have to say hello to The Graveyard…" the bloated zombie casually stated, speaking in death tongue however, only the other undeads understood him.