Fighting Risen really is the most unpleasant experience a law-abiding asura can ever hope to have. Even for those of a particularly warlike, combative disposition, a battle against the undead is a singularly unappealing prospect. There’s little tactical prowess required against them, for one thing: the massed ranks of the Risen are generally mindless, and overwhelm through sheer force of numbers, meaning brute force is the only viable means of overcoming them. Being surrounded by undead – which are, lest we forget, dead and rotting – is also about the foulest situation imaginable, second only to finding your year-long research project is about to be overshadowed by someone else who’s studied the same thing – and done it better.
Not that I had much time for contemplation. I knew I was jumping into the middle of a fight against the Risen, and that I might regret doing so. I also knew it was an unnervingly long way down, although that second fact didn’t really hit me until I was already in the air.