As a sphere of brine water rose up from the ground, Ehll-Giablo's drowning shout only managed to manifest a few bubbles, his mastery and strength insufficient to break through the undead's spell, he could only struggle uselessly as his vision slowly grew darker, and darker, until only a smidget of light was still visible, and then, the sphere suddenly fell apart and the brine goblin came crashing upon the ground, sprawled in a mos disgraceful manner as he coughed up water and pulled on his lungs for some air.
From one of far ends of the carved-out cavern, Gobo-Dalo was trying to be as perfectly still as a living being could be, he had hoped in his heart that the chief, the most powerful man he knew, would be able to prevail but that hope had been mercilessly stomped upon, the skeleton was clearly many times more powerful than the chieftain, it wasn't even a close fight at all.
