"Fire. Yes, fire should work.
If these things operate the way the ones I fought before did, getting rid of the base of their animation should also work - the head, from the ones that I had to kill." Nevin frowned as he thought about it. There was something else - ah, cold. Too bad they didn't have Fenn available, the pint sized Fae spread frost just by existing in a location. If they could chill the zombies, their rotted bodies should end up being unable to move.
But frost wasnt available, and fire was. Fire, and taking off their heads. He would leave scorching the zombies to Stare - she seemed to have a predilection to set things ablaze. He preferred not to mess with fire outside of using it for Alchemy or cooking. Instead he cracked his neck, and let crimson threads descend from his wrists and hands, merging together into coiled red whips.
Stare already knew of his threads, so he felt no reticence about using them here. While his normal whip was better against living creatures - its blood draining capabilities were handy - against these undead beasts, the strength and versatility offered by his thread whips was more effective. He took a deep breath as he settled himself.
"None of them will look like her this time." His voice was a whisper as he steeled himself. There would be no zombie that looked like his apprentice this time. Nevin cleared his throat and nodded roughly to Stare's suggestion.
"Pressing on will be a good idea. That vampire did say we had to get something from wherever we ended up in order to progress." So before another shuffling zombie could appear and jeopardize them, Nevin strode forward heading towards the double doors. He was able to reach them without issue and he shouldered the door open, ready to defend himself.
Of course he couldn't exactly defend himself from the utterly nauseating stench that filled the room. Rotten meat, poorly cooked meat, excrement - vile odours were mixed together in a gut churning medley of terrible smells. Nevin stayed standing through sheer dint of will, and the fact that he had smelled similar things before whole working with Alchemy. It was close though, and he knew he took on a green pallor as he fought down the urge to retch.
