The Host
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OOC: Yay *is glad we are still fighting the undead*
IC: Holding my sword by the hilt, I continued to swing it down relentlessly on the oncoming zombie like figures. By now, listening to all the talking, I was in a dream, and it seemed that the five other's were also dreaming the same dream, as they acted differently than me. Everyone seemed familiar, but I could sense who they were. As I continued to swing my massive sword around, I bent over at every chance, picking up the fallen knives I had thrown. Once they were all strapped back on, I went back to full combat.
The only sad thing about this fight was that it seemed to be pointless. There was no way we could win, and as soon as we woke up it would be over, done, and pointless. A knife whizzed past my left ear, followed by a small rope attached to it. Three seconds later, the rope and knife seemed to rewind themselves, returning to their owner. A much more effective battle tactic than my own. I need some rope.
The undead began to cluster around me, and with one 360 degree spin, I was spaced out from the rest of the humans, and the undead. I tried to make my way back to the others, but the undead pushed me away. If the undead began to space all of us out, we'd lose for sure. I swung my sword once more, and shot my knives of my wrists. I ran back towards the others, regrouping, and began to fend off the undead once more, fighting as a team, and as one.
OOC: when can I use my blast thingy Blade?
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