Handing Emi to Mathias with a hugely disgruntled shrug, Veldan desided that she'd better intervene before the boisterous little Chitine managed to get herself killed. As much as the musclegirl hated to admit it, that was pretty much her job summed up.
"Alright then, come here you moldy freak..." She spoke into the black, side-stepping to use the natural cover of the wall, then smashing in the face of the zombie that moved to intercept her.
Melee attack;
1d20+9=29
Melee damage;
1d4+4=8
((The zombie has 19 HP remaining.))
It didn't quite die, despite now having the upper half of it's face looking in the other direction. What really disturbed Veldan was how normal this was becoming, through.
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