~SE++

Iados moves forwards, placing himself between the group and the zombies. Readying his glaive he stands and awaits the zombies approach.

~SE++

"Oh no, the dreaded zombies are approaching, we'll be doomed unless we can master the lost art of power-walking."

~SE++

Kitar tilts his body to get a clear view from behind his cover. He starts giving orders as he shoots another arrow. "Come on, Hexion, stop running! Stab them in the back while Iados draws their attention."

~SE++

"Right back at you, your majesty!" mockingly replied Hexion, though his voice had now become laced with slight excitement in anticipation of the second bout, as he pulled a knife from his bag and threw it at the zombie Kitar had hit. "Your swords are crying by your sides!"

Initiative Order:





~SE++

Using the momentum from his previous swing, the paladin brings his blade around for a second strike against the zombies.

~SE++

Luka attempted to get the attention of the remaining zombie as she gestured at its fallen comrade. "See that? Now why can't you be more like your buddy there, a real go-getter?"

~SE++

Kitar continues to shoot arrows and tell everyone what to do. "Now that there's only one left, you can flank it to gain the upper edge!"

~SE++

"I've got something better in mind!" shouted Hexion as he ran up to the zombie, stabbing at the zombie with his other dagger.

(assuming the hit lands)
As the new dagger sunk into the zombie's decaying flesh, Hexion grabbed the first dagger embedded in the zombie.

(assuming successful)
Tugging the dagger loose, he immediately snapped his arm back to stab the zombie a second time in quick succession.

~SE++

Kitar puts his longbow back between his wings and approaches Hexion. "You're obstinate in combat, kid. This is good. You just lack the brains" He kicks the zombie off him and extends the hand to help the rogue stand up. "But with that I can help."

"Nice kick, your majesty," whistled Hexion as the now motionless corpse was blown away with a snap of Kitar's legs. Standing up, he found his clothes stained by... things he preferred to keep undisclosed. "Yik," spat Hexion. "If you'll excuse me for a moment; I have to clean up after myself." He distanced himself from other members of the group a little, where he could be seen waving and mumbling to himself.

*Casts Prestidigitation on himself repeatedly until clothes are fully clean*