Jet attacked the nearest enemy furiously

"These are the revived bodies and souls of evil warriors who lived long ago. There is an evil mage behind all this, and I think I know who it is!" She yelled, furious with herself for not realizing it sooner.

How could he?

Upon hearing those words, words that Blake could barely hear, he battled his way out of the undead, his eyes blood shot. "Who...?" He said, approaching Red silently. "And how do you know this evil mage?"
((Btw, I changed some info on Blake, look at it!!))

Red incinerated the pile of undead, and dragged the Lupora out. "His name is Zarinith, a blue Faelora that excells in revival magic." She said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"One other thing- he's my brother."

"One other thing- he's my brother." Those words rang inside Blake's head over and over again. "Zarinith, huh..." He thought silently to himself before replying to the faelora. "And...do you know where one might find him?"

"Well, while I am quite skilled, I'm afraid my casting range isn't very far..." Red heard the voice behind them. She turned around, flinging Carol aside, yelling, "Brother! I knew it was you! What have you done to our parents?!"

"Parents...?" He questioned the two, confused. "What are...parents?" He asked with honesty, as if he never heard of such things before in life. Blake tilted his head in confusion.

(( In my description, Blake's parents were killed in an avalanche while fighting the undead, and he was fairly young back then ))

"You... Don't have parents? Mine were killed by my brother who is standing right there, so I don't know much..."
She said, not paying much attention to him. "But for now, we need to attack!"

Parents. Memories flashed through Blake's mind. His memory of his mom tucking him in bed when he was small, his dad training him in the mountains and praising him greatly...and his last memory of them dying, trying to protect him from...the undead.

His eyes, more red than ever, revenge took over his mind, and he glared at the male faelora fiercely. "Agreed." he said, preparing to strike. "But after this..." he looked over to the female faelora. "I suppose we could introduce ourselves?"

Carol had finally gained all her senses and now listened in on the conversation. She stood. "I agree a battle would be nice," *Walks over to Fire* "but there are a few undead left, and just how strong is your brother? I don't want to get in over my head" *Mumbles to herself* "again"