Samuel noticed the approaching enemies as soon as Aleric did. He felt the mental warning of his master to not let the inquisitors surround him, and to use as many undead as necessary to wear these elite enemies out.
"To me, soldiers! We can't take the wall until these four are dealt with! A spear formation, now!" Samuel shouted, raising his sword.
The undead around him moved. There were several dozen already, and they stopped pushing back the human soldiers so that they could raise their spears (or whatever other weapons they had) toward the approaching inquisitors.
Seeing them, in their helmets with the holy star symbol, filled Samuel with profound sadness.
'My former brothers in faith, even if I never saw much eye to eye with the Inquisition… Let Master Fenn bring them the true faith, so we rejoin in brotherhood again!'
