[his boot coming down hard on a felled shamblers head, the moth sighed, pushing a hand through his hair. this was… a lot. his fight instinct was slowly wearing out, the adrenaline feeling more like a thick jelly, and he figured he’d need to get out of there soon. very soon, in fact.]
[and so, he took off.]
[though shiroki wasn’t a very strong flier, he could keep in the air for a good while before running on empty. unfurling the shimmering, snowy wings, he pushed himself off of the ground, glancing down as the few straggling undead filled in the empty spot he left behind. ew… this wasn’t something he ever thought he’d deal with. like he’d suddenly been thrown into some cheesy zombie horror movie. but, for once, the concept of zombies actually struck a bit of fear into his hardened heart.]
[maybe it was the idea of his mother... no.]
[shaking his head to push the thought aside, he headed off, though narrowing his eyes as he noticed… something. in the air.]
[was that a dragon what the fuck.]
[he slowly fluttered closer, just watching for a moment in utter disbelief.]
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