A Death Knight surged forward, body and equipment overflowing with fighting spirit, with a kick, he managed to push one of the undeads into the way of two others, allowing him to keep moving toward the fourth one.
The fight had been going on for nearly ten minutes now, and this was the very first time that an opportunity like this one was appearing before him… He did not hesitate to seize it, channeling his arduously trained fighting spirit toward offence, he kicked off the ground.
From the corner of his eyes, he noticed the three other undeads turn into masses of miasma, already after him, but he was determined to at least take out one of them before the bells tolled for him.
The undead he was targeting was one who had been staying at a distance from the very beginning, casting spells that bind and slow him down whilst the other three fought in unison in close-quarters, logic dictated that this undead was more vulnerable.
Not to mention that he wasn't even holding any weapon.
