Well, they're definitely in the house, but I think we've hold them off of the barricaded...
[Xie Lian doesn't get to finish that sentence. An inhuman growl sounds only a few feet behind him and he whirls on instinct, sending a casual back hand that way that... catches an undead right across the face and sends them flying into the wall of the corridor.
It doesn't stay there of course. It immediately stumbles back and for a brief moment, it's as if Xie Lian is airborne, floating and not quite jumping before he throws a punch and catches the zombie's chest and pushes it back into the wall... and then through the wall, which gives with a groan.
Maybe everyone else's luck is balancing out Xie Lian's abysmal one and it doe snot appear to be a load-bearing wall, so that the house does not fall on top of everyone. Good.
But the thing is still moving, and really there isn't much to do but to put it out of its misery.
Xie Lian has no blade, and he can't use Ruoye for this. But there are injured people behind him that need cover.
he grabs the undead by the throat and lifts it. His other hand grabs the chin and jaw and then he... pulls apart in different directions.
The noise is absolutely repugnant, but the zombie's head is torn off his shoulder as if it were a funeral paper puppet, not a being made of flesh and blood, and Xie lian drops the two bits on the floor afterwards.
His beautiful face is speckled in blood when he looks back again. He pretends he doesn't notice it, like he pretends not to notice the noises the undead make, of how the body still felt faintly warm when he beheaded it.]
Sorry about that. We'll keep them away from here. Don't worry about it.
b [CW: a bit of gore for beheading a zombie with bare hands]
[Xie Lian doesn't get to finish that sentence. An inhuman growl sounds only a few feet behind him and he whirls on instinct, sending a casual back hand that way that... catches an undead right across the face and sends them flying into the wall of the corridor.
It doesn't stay there of course. It immediately stumbles back and for a brief moment, it's as if Xie Lian is airborne, floating and not quite jumping before he throws a punch and catches the zombie's chest and pushes it back into the wall... and then through the wall, which gives with a groan.
Maybe everyone else's luck is balancing out Xie Lian's abysmal one and it doe snot appear to be a load-bearing wall, so that the house does not fall on top of everyone. Good.
But the thing is still moving, and really there isn't much to do but to put it out of its misery.
Xie Lian has no blade, and he can't use Ruoye for this. But there are injured people behind him that need cover.
he grabs the undead by the throat and lifts it. His other hand grabs the chin and jaw and then he... pulls apart in different directions.
The noise is absolutely repugnant, but the zombie's head is torn off his shoulder as if it were a funeral paper puppet, not a being made of flesh and blood, and Xie lian drops the two bits on the floor afterwards.
His beautiful face is speckled in blood when he looks back again. He pretends he doesn't notice it, like he pretends not to notice the noises the undead make, of how the body still felt faintly warm when he beheaded it.]
Sorry about that. We'll keep them away from here. Don't worry about it.