Half-awake, clawing his way to his feet, Wetzel growls indecipherably. He catches sight of his spear, some distance from him and being tromped on by fleshless phalanges. In rage, he draws from his belt the dagger of their comrade, Menno, he who fell in battle against the Hezmog Regulators what seems ages ago. Wondering whether he shall soon meet a similar fate, he lashes out against skeletal foes left & right, bashing with his shield as often as stabbing with Menno's long dagger.
Wetzel continues to fight, holding with the line of his comrades if it begins to move (for instance, in a fighting retreat).
[f=32]Wiglaff the Elf, F3/MU2
(M 12", AC 9, HD 4+1, hp 14/14, N) cloak of elvenkind
, battle-axe; light, colour spray
[f=47]Wilibald "Willie" Whitfoot, F1/T1
(M 12", AC 6, HD 1+2, hp 9/9, L) gambeson+helm, shield+warhammer[/f]