Freyja

Still coughing and limping as she holds her still severe wound in her side Freyja looks with concern at the gathering hordes of undead. "We should approach the Tor then I guess..." Looking at the steep hill sides and the path she gestures with the long spear. "I do not think I can manage the slope I'm sorry. Shall I approach the path to distract whoever is at the peak. The less injured of you could skirt the tor and ambush them from the rear..."