That's--impressive. Merrick had expected Alayre to be a good fighter, being a Knight-Commander and all, but he'd never seen a warrior dual-wield before. He watches in between slaughtering the undead with his own dual blades--which are much smaller and quicker, but they can't freeze things. That is so badass.

He splashes over to check out the body.

"We need freshly dead," he huffs in reply. "We've got the undead ones already."