And he wouldn't need to. He halted as he slid down the canyon walls, claws of bone shooting out from his form to latch onto the walls as he came to an abrupt halt. His voice came as needles to the spine, "Hah! Holy Energy?! It means nothing to The Brothers of the Walking Apocalypse!" An orb of energy began to form in his left hand as spines of bone further pulled out from his right. Holding the right arm high for a moment he swung it in a wide arc, launching a series of boneshard needles to the rock floor below. Each were tipped with a thick black fluid that began to eat at anything organic with a magical form of acid, and if it got inside the body in high enough amounts, would curse the subject to an affliction similar to Mummy Rot. Basically the subject would rot from the inside out without magical cures of a cleric of equal or greater strength than Redemption, The Beast.