"One, maybe two dozen." Connie jabs her rod into a zombie's chest and fires a point-blank Fira, sending it flying back. "I don't know about you, but I don't have the ability to fight those numbers without," somewhat unexpectedly, Connie unsheathes a sword and swings it at a skeleton. Although her attack glances off its bones and barely does any damage, it stuns the undead momentarily, allowing Connie to bring down a Thunder spell on its head before sheathing her blade, "a lot of backup or some serious holy magic."