The door on the other side of the room burst open with a heavy slam as a glow of neon purple sailed over Fox's head.
There was a cut-off shriek from that third undead as its head was sheared from its body by a whirling lightsaber, the throw arcing backward unnaturally to return to a black-clad grip as Archeval called it back to his hand. Just lucky there'd been enough unease on the air waking him up earlier for him to think to put his armor back on--
"Hold still--"
An instant later he was slamming the saber down two-handed probably a little too close to Fox for comfort, and then there was only ("only") a withered grey corpse-hand clutched unmoving around the other human's leg as Arche severed the arm -- then brought his lightsaber down again to stab into its head, kicking the body carelessly aside once it went limp at last.
"You and I seem to be making a habit of this," Arche noted in a wry drawl, staring down to assess Fox's health with remarkable calm for just a moment before he turned away, starting to quickly take stock of the furniture in the room. The petty and vindictive side of him was tempted to drop a snide comment as well, but severe differences or not, he didn't really wish Fox ill -- at a time like this, mutual survival came before all else.
"We should get something in front of this and get you further inside--" He reached out to fling another approaching undead away from the broken window, but there were far too many making their approach outside; he definitely couldn't sit here slaying them one by one.
3:46 am
There was a cut-off shriek from that third undead as its head was sheared from its body by a whirling lightsaber, the throw arcing backward unnaturally to return to a black-clad grip as Archeval called it back to his hand. Just lucky there'd been enough unease on the air waking him up earlier for him to think to put his armor back on--
"Hold still--"
An instant later he was slamming the saber down two-handed probably a little too close to Fox for comfort, and then there was only ("only") a withered grey corpse-hand clutched unmoving around the other human's leg as Arche severed the arm -- then brought his lightsaber down again to stab into its head, kicking the body carelessly aside once it went limp at last.
"You and I seem to be making a habit of this," Arche noted in a wry drawl, staring down to assess Fox's health with remarkable calm for just a moment before he turned away, starting to quickly take stock of the furniture in the room. The petty and vindictive side of him was tempted to drop a snide comment as well, but severe differences or not, he didn't really wish Fox ill -- at a time like this, mutual survival came before all else.
"We should get something in front of this and get you further inside--" He reached out to fling another approaching undead away from the broken window, but there were far too many making their approach outside; he definitely couldn't sit here slaying them one by one.