Orpheus
While all the masters and servants were busy clashing against their mighty opponents and the city burned like a hellish inferno, a strange sound was being drowned by the flames. A white man was lying against a wrecked building's wall, snoring obliviously to the destruction around him. Oddly enough, the foolish servant's snores sounded almost melodious, like a child's lullaby rumbling out of his nose.
Almost miraculously, as if entranced by the sorcery of his melodic snores, the surrounding refused to get near the enigmatic figure, and while the strange sight attracted a good deal of skeletons, they simply stood around him and watched, or rather listened, as if entranced or puzzled. Tragically, this could not last. The poor unfortunate soul caught the slightest amount of wandering dust and smoke in his breath, and couldn't help but sneeze and suddenly wake up.
"Ah-atchoo! Urk...wha?"
The startled servant, whose name turned out to be none other than Orpheus, blinked sheepishly and woke up to witness pure horror. Skeletons. Hundreds upon hundreds (About 20) of malignant (normal) wretches of the underworld (skeletons) suddenly looking down on their soon to be victim with what could only be described as terrifying gazes. Because the song had ended, they wouldn't hesitate to skewer him, not that he knew any of that. At this moment, there were three possible outcomes:
1) It's just a dream, you'll wake up soon enough and none of this will have ever happened.
2) He must've fallen back into the underworld somehow.
3)OH MY GOD SKELETONS, RUN!
Orpheus gulped. He didn't recall going back to hell any time soon, how long had he been sleeping anyways? These thoughts, important as they were, were cut short when one of the terrifying undead charged at the servant with a blade of bone. The servant was still dazed, but he reflexively rolled sideways and avoided its thrust by a hair's breath, but at the moment he didn't think about any of that. He was just glad not to be a serving of souvlaki right now.
"Eh? Y-you sure look worked up pal!" He muttered, trying to keep positive. It almost worked, but when the skeleton moved for another swing at the poor singer's neck, he quickly reacted and grabbed his harp before swinging it at the bone warrior with all his E rank strength.
One couldn't tell what was more surprising. The fact a servant could be such an idiot, or the fact it actually worked. Orpheus, class Caster, was now proceeding to fight back the hordes (insignificant number) of the undead with his mighty harp, wrecking whatever bone looking creature had the misfortune of approaching him, bashing and breaking through their numbers with his trusty musical instrument!
"Hyaaaah! T-take that!"
