*Dion charges at one of the undead with his already unshethed Ragnarok. He swings at it. The skeleton puts up it's bony arms to defend, but is flung back into a tree anyway, and shatters into little individual bones.*

"Heh."

*Another group of three undead creep up behind Dion, and start biting his right arm.*

"Gah!!!"

*Dion bashes them back one by one, then turns on them and tosses the Ragnarok at them. One of them is hit and crumbles, the other two dodge. Dion then summons up a fierce wind and creates a small twister, sucking both of the skeletons in. Dion runs over to pick up his Ragnarok, and sends a couple (holy:p ) fireballs into the mini cyclone. He then halts the twister, and a pile of bones fall out in a poof of blue flames.*

"I think that makes ten down, and one feeble and headless that I suppose poses no threat.






"Whenever I see the fluffy petals of a dandelion, I always think--"
"That it would be great if you could fly like that?"
"No, that it would itch if the fluff got into my ear."

~Gardenia and Kite, .hack//Infection
AIM:RagnarokWielder1
DC:Dion's Revenge