"Ah ha... it has emotional and historical value to you, yet the same to the undead..." he muttered. "Well... put it this way, lady, I'm a hotshot with this thing but I can't solo fight an army... you got any other plan?" he whispered, trying to think of one. "I remember once, when I was in serious danger, I somehow shot a bolt that was on fire and stronger than the others... but I could only shoot a few... and I don't think all the flaming arrows in the world will be able to fight these guys off." He paused in thought.
"Well... maybe, if that amulet... If your grandfather survived all previous battles, maybe it is magical... but seeing as he fell before the undead, I doubt we'll have any luck with it..." He began pacing on the spot. "Of course, we could try just grabbing the amulet and running, or try to find a secret exit... I don't know if running will work, I'll have to be reloading as we move and you'll be unarmed, and the giant may stop us, but of course, if we try running, you could borrow my blade, if you think you could handle one... And finding a secret exit... well, if we're caught trying, we're screwed, but if we succeed, we can escape without too much conflict..." He sighed. "Have you got any ideas?"
((I hope you don't mind my reference to the archers special move, Smits-man.))