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Raising his sword by the end of the blade with the sharpened side away from the palm of the male's hands. He flung it upwards with little might from his hand and into the air. His golden gaze jerked to the mass of zombies staggering towards him. He counted out in his head about fifteen to twenty.
Just as one lurched forward, he flipped up backwards with little or even no momentum and snatched within his palm the handle of the sword he just threw, landing again a few yards back. He landed flat footed with his knees bend and the sword in his right hand, tucked back under the left arm. Leaning forward and swinging out his arm with brute force just as the zombie made it up to him again. The blade of the sword, sliced with lightspeed across the neck where the jugular vein would be.
The zombie crashed to the dusty ground in a hurry, and sprawled there for a few moments before oozing out a gaseous liquid with a tremendous smell to it. The male pushed his blood sleeve to his nose to impede the stench from gagging him.
He had no time to waste as the rest of the zombies, angered and enraged beyond levels of reason, charged at him with flawling limbs and goozing flem dripping from their grotesque mouths. He lowered his arm from his face and slashed the sword forward, releasing it from his hand and sending it flying through three zombies, knocking them down. {I have to go, I'll finish later. Byes!} |
