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"I'm not gonna lie to you. This is quite possibly the best cheeseburger I've ever eaten in my entire life."

The moderately attractive man sitting alone at the restaurant was, unsurprisingly, speaking to, well, no one. The majority of the restaurant was empty, with it being a usual non-rush hour and all, that left Arzhael with an overweight waitress and a cook who had probably spit in his burger before it was even ordered.

Still, Arzhael seemed pretty content despite the chaos, sitting down in the hotel lounge, enjoying a cheeseburger that put Ruby Tuesday to shame. Which was probably a weird coincidence, seeing as how most citizens of Barton Proper were saying 'Goodbye Ruby Tuesday' in a metaphorical sense as the majority of the populace was swallowed up by the armies beginning to flood the streets.

A few terrified citizens even darted past the hotel, screams unheard due to the double-paned glass the window was constructed of. All Arzhael did was watch as a few concerned citizens spotted the man on the other side of the window, pound their fists on it, point to the nearest exit, and then start running again.

"Huh."

With a shrug, he dipped his cheeseburger into a pile of ketchup and took a nice big bite out of it. His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as he savored the taste of the burger before swallowing it down with some cola.

"Deeeeelicious."

Then he started working on the fries, oblivious to the fact that the waitress and cook had already darted out the front door while he was nearly orgasming over his food.

Chaszmyr and the other two drow at his side stayed back as the six undead went forward to meet the incoming resistance, the shadesteel golem hovering between them, standing by. The lich general stayed to the rear of the group, staff in his skeletal hand. No spells were being thrown yet, but if the soldiers were wise they would expect to be hit with something or another soon enough. The zombies lumbered up toward them first, with the skeletons at their backs. One had a fancy looking heavy crossbow, cocked back with what appeared to be an ordinary, black steel bolt. The skeleton fire the bolt at the lead soldier(s), which immediately erupted into a missile of eldritch fire. Should it strike the soldier, hitting either flesh or armor, the eldritch fire would burst and spread out to the companions around him, burning them severely with magical fire that would continue to burn.

Elsewhere, windows were being smashed and fires were being set to buildings. Arcane bolts of lightning streaked across the town square, blasting through ranks of troops rushing to answer the surprise attack.

"Kill the mortals!" skeletal troops called out, waving their swords in the air.

Mayhem. Chaos. So far, everything was going according to plan.

Lead Group: Arena
Group 2: Forum Tavern
Group 3: East Gate
Group 4: Town Square
Group 5: Random, depending on who attacks.
Group 6: Random, depending on who attacks.

What's a headshot to an undead skeleton, other than another hole in their skulls? Nothing more than that, really, unless the rounds shot had an explosive or incendiary effect, which would probably blow off a good portion; they would still be functioning though, and their attention would now be turned to the would-be hero that just shot them. Perhaps another headshot would finish them, or maybe just make them run around like chickens with their heads chopped off. Knee and leg bones clacking, the skeletons charged toward Griff with bladed weapons raised, rasping old battlecries that were likely some residue of memories from the souls that once owned these bodies.

Squads were comprised of a fighter and a healer. Thus, in the group, three Knights were running up front, while the three Guardians stayed back as support. Protective spells had already been cast as they were coming down to meet the enemy; a charm against physical harm, and another against magical attacks.

Thus, when the soldier ahead of the group saw a crossbow aimed her way, she raised her shield to parry it. The magical flame was a surprise, and spread to cover the three knights. Thankfully, the protective magic reduced the damage to a sever sunburn where the flame had directly touched the skin. Not only that, but ...

"Heal!"

In unison, the three guardians, staying at the gate and protected by three regular Infantry soldiers who were guarding the entrance, cast another spell that bathed their partner in a golden light which soothed the burnt skin. Now recovered, the knight stood proudly, raising their fist weapon high in the air.

"Asmodeus."

This personal mantra gave their knuckle-hammer a soft, red glow. A zombie's decaying skin would easily absorb most of the damage from a blunt object. Asmodeus would, though, for a short amount of time, tear that flesh away with every hit like a shotgun would.

"Return to dust!"

And they lunged at the zombies, fist poised to strike head or heart.

@Roaming undead group #5 or #6--

Down the road from one of the raiding parties, made up of various undead doing assumedly raid-like things to the adjacent townparts a car stopped. Not a screeching halt.

Just a casual slowing to a halt.

Where it and it's undisclosed occupants stared surreptitiously through tinted windows at the small horde undoubtedly moving their way closer and closer. The car itself was void of marks of make or model. Creating the look of an obviously overpriced, conspicuous black car.

Inside, someone got on a phone and made an important call. After a moment of zombie-gazing, the car would reverse half a city block before turning and driving off in another direction.

Wait, no, dont do that. What good was a town if there was nobody in it?

The boy stood at one of the gates, just sort of watching the chaos that was going on, people running about. Soldiers marching towards signs of trouble to take care of the invaders. Wannabe heroes jumping into the fray.

He decided to go get something to snack on. It wasnt like sixty-six monsters alone was going to take over an entire city by themselves were they?

Lead Group: Arena
Group 2: Forum Tavern
Group 3: East Gate
Group 4: Town Square
Group 5: Train Station
Group 6: Wherever Ryugi is.

At the arena, the zombies clashed with the first of the soldiers, with one of the skeletal warriors joining the fight, the other reloading its crossbow. The zombies wouldn't really do much to dodge any hits - they were zombies, afterall. They could take the punishment. The skeletal warrior was a little more skilled though, and as the first two zombies took fists to the head or heart, the skeleton was weaving its sword between them to slice through flesh.

At the train station, the two were ignored while the station was being ravaged. They wouldn't be acknowledged until they actually attacked. It's not like undead were susceptable to taunts. The necromancer in charge of them took notice, but they were out of range for any spells; and the drow warriors were too busy cutting people down as they tried to run away.

Elsewhere...

CLANG!

The suprise attack from Ryugi caught the group by surprise, and even more surprisingly, took out their shadesteel golem, which crashed to the ground with a gaping gash going down its body. The necromancer whirled to face him at once and stuck a wand out, speaking the command word to launch a bolt of lightning at Ryugi's torso. The falling of the construct also attracted the attention of the drow in the group, who were getting bored and looked forward to fight actual warrior - especially if it's three against one.

Seeing as how the group was spread out and attacking things around them, there wasn't really a defined "middle" in the group. The necromancer reflexively brought an arm up to shield his eyes from the bright flash, his ears set aringing. Undead couldn't be blinded or deafened... the reasons were obvious. The drow were nowhere to be seen.

Darkness suddenly engulfed Ryugi. Either he was suddenly struck blind, or someone cast a globe of magical darkness around him. Being that there were drow in the party, it was likely the latter.

Click.

The sound of a crossbow discharging came from behind Ryugi. He would have a split-second to react before finding a crossbow bolt piercing his left shoulder.