[though shiroki was experienced with fighting, he had never expected to find himself facing the undead. with a shitty wooden knife, to boot.]
[pushing and slashing his way through the waning crowd of rotted bodies, he grimaced, his antennae flattening back as he faced the threat before him. most of the corpses around him had at least been knocked down for the time being, but… he was still itching to fight. and he knew there were others around who needed assistance.]
[noticing a person a short ways away, gracefully bludgeoning a rapidly unraveling shambler with a wooden sword, shiroki called over as the monster collapsed, trying to grab the others attention.]
oy.
do you need help over there?
@renaccent







