Ludwig rushed ahead, his six zombie rats locked in a fierce battle against double their numbers. The dungeon had widened up ahead, but the sheer volume of enemies threatened to overwhelm his small squad. His minions were struggling to hold their ground, their rotting forms taking hit after hit as they fought valiantly against the swarm of living rats.
The fearlessness of the Zombies was a clear advantage in their fight. They didn't care for wounds and injuries, and could still bite through flesh and bone, even if their fangs were to break, they'd still hold on, even if their claws would shatter they'd still claw on their enemies. They didn't know defeat nor retreat, and all they ever knew was to move forward.
