[The Draenei snorts, clearly amused. Her voice also has this distinct, kind of haunting echo to it.] The sword is simple, effective, and most efficient. I am also difficult to kill. [Having died once already. She's clearly at home here, in the middle of the fight, enemies surrounding her like this.]

Still! There are more than too many of these things, and they do not fight in any form or organization that I recognize. It is chaos. No unification. [There's a scary thought: Apparently she's used to the undead being (admittedly mildly, without the Living or Death Knights to guide) much more strategic than this.]

I am assuming you did not see a source these things were coming from? [Closer to her, now, he'd notice she's not always striking with the blade, but using it to direct other attacks as well. Another zombie starts to ice over as its blood and remaining organs turn to ice.]