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From the hole in the doors, Arkhel called Koi, telling her that she needed to fly to him. He shot at the zombies that attempted to reach him, steadily building up a wall of carcasses as they fell on each other. The zombies were hesitant to enter the light, since their eyes were made for darkness, it all but blinded them. Arkhel himself had to switch over to normal vision to be able to see. It was Spring at the time, so there was a gentle and warm breeze flowing into the cave, an ironic fact considering the horrors that lied within.

"About time." He muttered angrily. His anger was not directed at her, or even caused by her, but the zombies were steadily wearing on his nerves. What had once been fear had now turned to rage, a was made evident my how he shot every zombie in sight right between the eyes, exterminating them with extreme prejudice. The zombies kept charging at them though, slowing down before entering the sunlight, with no concern for their own safety. The troll zombie was quickly making its way towards them, but still had a distance to go. "I vote that we take the 'flight' choice here, and abandon the 'fight'." Arkhel stated. "What about you? Actually, never mind. We can't leave yet. If we do, then these zombies will escape to wreak more havoc. We have to trap them here somehow." Arkhel grimaced as he said so, not cherishing the idea of sealing these doors and then trying to find every single hold that led to these caves. "Fly up above the doors on the outside." Arkhel ordered, "And see if there's some rocks we could push down to block the hole here." He shot another zombie in the head, smirking a little as it flipped backwards with the force of the impact.

Arkhel growled ferociously as he shot three zombies down in quick succession. "Just do it!" he barked, abandoning all politeness in the face of the waves of undead impaling themselves on his arrows. "There's no way plants would hold, the freaks would just chew through them. If we make a rock slide that seals these doors they'll be trapped. Go!" Arkhel noticed what might once have been a spider and stomped on it just before it bit his foot.

Just at the moment that Koi pushed the rock, Arkhel was hit by a tentacle. His eyes widened in fright as he imagined the death he would experience when the rock landed on him, and the terror lent him strength. He threw his bow out behind him, out of the cave and away from where the rock would land, then he took hold of the tentacle where it was wrapped around him and tore it off. He turned and jumped with all his strength, even flying for extra speed, but still wasn't quite fast enough. The rock landed on his right foot, shattering his ankle and breading many of the other bones in that area, even fracturing his shin. Arkhel cried out in pain, blinded by it and experiencing temporary insanity. His scream rivaled the screams of the infuriated zombies trapped in the cave.

Arkhel was stunned, almost so stunned that he couldn't swallow. The sudden kiss had pulled him out of his insanity, so he was able to think linearly- almost. He blushed too, not used to receiving signs of affection. It was actually the first time that he had kissed a girl. Once he had swallowed and gotten a hold of himself a little more, he forced through the pain to try saying something. "Gt mbo..." was what actually came out though.

At his point, with drugs in his system and pain drowning his brain, Arkhel made his last movement. His entire body went rigid, and he shouted "MEDIC!" before fainting dead away. As his body released, his bow glinted in the sunlight, drawing attention. Arkhel was alive, but unconscious, and it didn't look like he would be waking up anytime soon.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away...
A wizard, a necromancer, more specifically, was looking down into a large pool of water from an upper balcony in his tower. The pool was possibly the biggest scrying pool ever built. The tower itself was build mostly of obsidian blocks, and would have been beautiful if it weren't for the loads of death-fog clouding the air. The necromancer wore a tattered black robe that didn't really cover his body at all, but he wore for effect. The necromancer was incredibly vain. His hair was perfectly black, and cut to a medium length. His skin was a pale gray like death itself, and everything about him whispered of it. The figure standing behind him was far more menacing. He too was dressed mostly in black, but his outfit was far more complete. He wore an armor of interlocking metal pieces, built for both extreme strength and flexibility and very light weight and that covered his body from neck to ankle. His name was Sicarius. It was impossible to tell just what he was, since none of his skin showed. His hands were hidden under leather gloves plated metal that had minute spikes on the palms and insides of the fingers. Sicarius had a cape attached to his pauldrons, coming around on the left side to hook onto the front of his chest, and going under his larger right pauldron on his right side.He wore a hood up over his head, and it threw a shadow over the top half of his face. The bottom half of his face was hidden behind an elaborate mask meat to purify air and remove poisons. It also lent his voice an incredibly creepy echo effect. "Ugh, heroes." the necromancer stated blankly. "They're always messing things up. They even trapped my zombies. I'll either have to make more Seedling zombies, or find a way to free the trapped ones. That shouldn't really be hard, since the Dwarves have holes everywhere. It's just a matter of finding the holes before those 'heroes' do. And you can rest assured that their next move will be just that- seeking out and plugging the holed. Damn heroes..." His speech trailed off as he continued to observe them through the scrying pool. "Sicarius," he said after a while, "Go kill them." The necromancer did not let any trace of emotion make its way into his voice. "As you wish," Sicarius replied, "My lord." He spun, flipping out his cape dramatically, and started walking away, down the corridors of the tower towards the Rune Chamber, from which he could teleport to strategically placed runestones let throughout the land. "Oh, and Sicarius," the necromancer said as the assassin made his way out, "try not to kill off an entire village on the way there this time." Sicarius' only response was a glare over his shoulder, one that gave even the undead shivers, before he turned the first corner on the way to the Rune Chamber.