The smell of the fetid, festering flesh was overwhelming. The deathcaster Zintar's frontline shambled forward, its decaying fleshing hanging off of it's body. Dutiful yet mindless in its pursuits, the broken dark eternal shambles forward, showing impressive feats of strength for such a rotten specimen. What it lacks in agility, it made up for in brute strength.
Whether victory through attrition or deception, a victory for the poor souls inhabiting the Shambling Corpse are almost always pyrrhic, serving their dark master one final time before being destroyed by greater opponents.
acct: @amphlux