>>5194128>>5194091>>5194089>>5194030>>5194005>>5193988>>5193986>>5193877>>5193829>>5193800>>5193793>>5193711>Go for your greatsword. A family heirloom, it last saw blood near fifty years ago.You go for your greatsword, an heirloom blade that was a mainstay in the parlor of your family’s manor for as long as you can remember. Your hand clumsily fumbles along your neck as you grasp for its hilt and, with a slight bow of your back, you begin to tug steel from sheath. While you’re not quite as comfortable around your sword as you are your rifle, you still took lessons as a youth. You should have no trouble against a brainless undead such as this.
With a great grunt, you heft the sword from its sheath and dash the stone beneath you with its fall. It bounces with a sickly shock of steel against rock, clatters, and lies on its edge. With a gasp, you attempt to heft the sword up again for a proper swing. Your back strains and arms scream as you just barely inch the sword upward into a combat stance–and it falls, unceremoniously, back to the ground as your arms give way. Your brow furrows.
Is this.. really a sword? No. It’s too big, too thick, too heavy, and too rough. It’s more like a large hunk of iron..
“Geheheh! What?! Haaa? Is this really the best you humans could muster?!” The undead nearly doubles over, her cruel laughter bouncing along the chamber’s. “Well.. don’t worry. Lots of guys can’t get it up around me. Gehahaha!”
>Drop the sword and go for your rifle. Two in the head should stop these foul insults.>Try for your sword again. You should only need one swing to take care of this.>Use the sword to break a spear off one of the traps lining the walls. That should prove more useful.>Drop the sword and engage in fisticuffs. You should be strong enough to overpower her.>Write-In. 