"Goddamnit," is the rejoinder. Too close, too close, too close.
"Watch yourselves, guys!"
Kendra has learned over the last few thousand years to be ambidextrous.
This comes in handy.
"Fuck this," she mutters. Her trusty morning star is retrieved from her hip as she gains altitude, twists in the air, and rockets downwards at a favorable angle.
Sometimes, it's best to go to the melee rather than have the melee come to you.
When she hits the shamble doing sixty per, thanks to Nth metal, zombies are suddenly horizontal. Her sword works with brutal economy, taking off a head in a lefthanded stroke, neatly avoiding getting hitched in any cervical obstruction.
There's less blood than she expected. She knows she can't get bitten, which is why her morning star is playing a game of Connect the Skulls.
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Date: 2008-05-04 06:12 am (UTC)"Watch yourselves, guys!"
Kendra has learned over the last few thousand years to be ambidextrous.
This comes in handy.
"Fuck this," she mutters. Her trusty morning star is retrieved from her hip as she gains altitude, twists in the air, and rockets downwards at a favorable angle.
Sometimes, it's best to go to the melee rather than have the melee come to you.
When she hits the shamble doing sixty per, thanks to Nth metal, zombies are suddenly horizontal. Her sword works with brutal economy, taking off a head in a lefthanded stroke, neatly avoiding getting hitched in any cervical obstruction.
There's less blood than she expected. She knows she can't get bitten, which is why her morning star is playing a game of Connect the Skulls.
CRUNCH crunch crunch.