One thing that Sarah was coming to appreciate about Młynar was how businesslike he was--she knew some of her friends might not appreciate how parsimonious he was with words, but it didn't bother her. That would be somewhat hypocritical, in any case.

If the scream had just been a scream, she might not have paid it much importance. People did sometimes get their knuckles banged or a painful jab with practice weapons--but when one scream is followed by a second voice yelling at someone or something to get back! and the sound of heavy furniture falling, she straightened up sharply, stepping back from Młynar's blade.

"Something's wrong." She hurried to the door and gasped. Green, sagging flesh, rolled-back eyes, shuffling and jerking movements as though the body and the brain had forgotten how to speak... which was all true. Because there were undead invading the building. "We're under attack!"

The adjacent corridor was being piled up with a barricade by the other group that had been using the training hall. A good idea, but they could use more time to build it. Sarah strode forward, thankful that she had a paladin's sword and not a wooden practice blade.