Boom goes the Zombie-mite

Caligari looked like a demented conductor, flailing her arms and hands to guide various undead around the battlefield. The zombies made excellent targets and fodder; it took a decimating blow to deter them or keep them down. A piercing stab or hack would not do it, they could not be wounded for they were already dead. The Legion and Sisters would have to completely dismember them. Or blow them up. That would certainly destroy an undead.

The ghostly tendril from the exploded zombie snapped back and popped against Caligari’s fingers. She cackled like a madwoman and shook the pain from her left hand as if she’d just been whacked by an elastic band. The zany necromancer followed the sound of new combatants and called a globe of dark energy to her hand before launching it towards the rushing Sisters of Old. (These will melt flesh on contact if they land successfully.)