"A player? I have to say I'm surprised. There's nothing anywhere about becoming undead as a race option.", Torch spoke while placing a palm to his chest.
The damage the weapon caused was minimal. Well within his expected tolerances. The undead player's arm and shoulder floated and reattached to their body. Raising the weapon the undead spoke with a rough and gravely voice, "A machine? You must be Torch. I've heard much about you."
"My name is quite known, but mostly for my business standpoint. Very few know of my combat capabilities. So why me?"
"You're the only one who looks like they're giving orders. I get rid of you, I can push past this army."
"That so?", Torch rotated his wrist and two compressed robots in his back rolled free.
