>>6293233The reanimated corpse is strong, surprisingly fast in a lunging leap, but it sure ain’t nimble or quick to adapt. And you? You sure don’t mean to give it a chance to do so.
“Regiment!” you command, dropping down to the ground and flicking your rad-saber to life. “Curbstomp this bitch!”
<span class="mu-b">Zith-Zi <span class="mu-s">hits!</span>
<span class="mu-s">6 damage.</span> Radiant damage is <span class="mu-s">doubled</span>.
Jiangshi’s HP: <span class="mu-s">8</span>/20
Carazzi Yosef <span class="mu-s">hits!</span>
<span class="mu-s">4 damage.</span>
Jiangshi’s HP: <span class="mu-s">4</span>/10
Nasir <span class="mu-s">hits!</span>
<span class="mu-s">1 damage.</span>
Jiangshi’s HP: <span class="mu-s">3</span>/10</span>
Some situations call for composure, coordination, careful planning or well-timed teamwork. This? This is the other kind of time. All at once, you and your teammates descend upon the hulking freakshow, lashing out with fists and feet. When the others provide you an opening, you add a slash of your radiant saber to the mix, cutting open the corpse and exposing its insides. A smell like alchemy and herbs rises up, more pungent even than the burning of flesh. Though it writhes, the beleaguered bag-of-bones makes no sound save a single weak moan, which you swiftly silence with a boot to the face.
“That’s for CZ,” you sneer.
Your eyes go wide as the zombie lashes out and grabs hold of your ankle with a speed you wouldn’t have thought it was still capable of. You try to pull yourself free, only to land on your back as you fail to free your captured limb. You stare into the still-empty eyes of this undying guardian, feeling frustration almost equal to your fear.
(This asshole just doesn’t know when to call it quits… And worse yet, that grip is still strong enough to snap you in two!)
You raise your rad-saber, taking careful aim in hopes you can lop off the jiangshi’s hand without risking the removal of your own foot. Just as you’re about to risk the blow—better than the certainty of losing a leg when the zombie pulls you apart like a wishbone—you feel a shift on your shoulder and a flash of gold and dragonfire-red flashes by your face with a hiss and a—
<span class="mu-i">Krekkrekkrekkrek! Kroooaak! </span>
<span class="mu-i">FWOOSH!</span>
You turn your head from the sudden burst of intense heat and, when you look back, the jiangshi’s face is free of the tag which obscured it, and burned blacker than a Southron. Its grip slackens and releases and, one last time—almost in relief—it sighs.
<span class="mu-b">Hershy <span class="mu-s">hits</span> with Firebreath!
<span class="mu-s">7 damage!</span>
Jiangshi is <span class="mu-s">SLAIN!</span></span>
