Tensing, K'ile growled as best her could manage. "Put. Me. Down." He had no intention of making this easy on the undead who were haunting him. Whatever it was they were trying to do to him, or with him, they were going to fail in every way he could manage. So he didn't cease his struggling. It became stronger. He couldn't quite resolve the dexterity of his fingers, but as soon as he could, there was a wound in Thal's side that looked vulnerable.
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