Zacheus/Theo/Cy/eventually Cormac
Theo was relieved when the mage came running up to join them. They nearly always made a job easier, in his experience, and he hoped this one would prove no different. By the way she was assessing the situation in a quick and precise fashion, odds were looking optimistic. He gave the woman a curt nod as greeting, and when Zacheus starting loosing arrows, Theo took it as a signal.
"As you would," he said, Ragnarok at the ready once more.
He let the rage course hot through his veins. There was a risk, he knew. With present troubles, there was the lingering concern that he might somehow slip and unleash that which he feared above all. But it was a distant concern as well, and Theo shoved it aside as he charged at the undead mage. With a savage cry, his sword sliced upward in the air, hacking off one of the creature's arms. Stepping back, he prepared for another assault.