One, two, three!... said the elf and disappeared into the cloud that enveloped him, which rushed downwards...
A strong wind rose in the dilapidated chapel... Air currents slammed into the undead and tore at their dead flesh... Bones flew in all directions...
What are we going to do, Machete?

I didn't have much of a choice, so I decided to follow the elf's example. Catching the sword in my left hand, I was already flying down when I realized that it was quite high up here... In the next second, I was hanging above the entire crowd of undead, who were also having a hard time, on one arm. Hmm... I don't know what the elf came up with, but I'm happy with my reaction now. I'm just afraid that it won't last long, so I need to act!
I swung and hooked my foot onto the crossbar. Then, with a swing, I drove the sword into it and, leaning on it, pulled myself up. Freeing the blade, I ran along the beam from one end to the other and jumped in the direction of the nearest wall... In a moment... and I, spreading my arms and legs, slowly descend along the narrow window arch...
I jumped to the floor and, grabbing the sword with both hands, began to cut down everyone around me...:smile13: