Cord bellows at the top of his lungs, Ward and 'ware from the sea! T'arms! T'arms! and pulls his morningstar out from its baldric with his right hand, as he takes a step forward and to his right (to F10) grabbing his holy symbol with his left hand and calling upon Gozreh to wipe away the undead abominations within range.
Cursing the lack of faith that resulted in such a weak display of Gozreh's power, Cord grits his teeth and redoubles his efforts in the face of the shambling corpses, bellowing his warning again in the hopes of waking the last two slumberers.
a strange tongue as she struggles to her feet, kicking away the unfamiliar bedding. She stares at the shambling figures for a moment and then begins to chant softly, weaving her fingers in an intricate pattern as mist begins to billow from her mouth.
Tyranthius, once realizing the immenent danger, will leap to his feet drawing his rapier in the blink of an eye. Assessing the situation, he'll realize the immediate threat is the zombie directly in front of him and Olo.
With a glance at the halfing Don't worry little buddy, we can take care of these.