"Splash!"
The zombie couldn't fly, and driven down by the force of gravity, it plummeted into the swamp, causing a loud noise.
Fortunately, these dozen or so players were prepared and kept a safe distance, thus avoiding being splashed with mud.
The succeeding noises attracted the newbie players who were leveling up. They stopped training abruptly, rushed to the edge of the swamp, and pointing at the zombie stuck in the mire, they began chattering incessantly.
"That player is hiding halfway up the hill, what should we do, boss? Should we go up and capture him?"
"I saw him too. This kid was dressed in a black robe and wore a mask which made him look quite mysterious!"
"A black robe and a mask? It couldn't be Spilt Water Can't Be Regained, could it?!"
"It could be. But what's he doing here? Digging graves and playing with zombies for fun? What a waste of time..."
"How did that kid get up there? The swamp is guarded all around, unless he flew up there!"