A tall, wiry humanoid with the head of a lizard shuffles into the arena at 110N0E and scans the area with a vacant stare. Its skin is a patchwork of brown, black, and gray, and chunks of rotting matter continually drip from its body onto the dusty arena floor. However, its structure is still mostly intact - save for a gaping hole straight through the center of its chest. It grips a moldy javelin in one decaying claw and drags a massive, knotted club in the other. Its reptillian skull locks onto the airjelly and the zombie emits a howling moan, then tosses the javelin with much more precision that would be expected from a corpse. Still, it's not much.