Hordes of Demonic Locust

Like hordes of demonic locust, they swarm the Slave Pit with their strength in numbers. The Zombie Lords flood the pit with their incessant demands. My heads swims with their poison as I try to fight them off with the sword. I am weak. The Dew of the Mountain has aided me in my fight, but still I tire. My foot hold slip here, my grip loosens there. When will this end? I look to the end of this cold barren day, when I may once again find company with the Queen of Amazonia.