Zombies in the Square!

[Kiga]

My my. Quite innefficient really.

Kiga stepped from the shadows of a nearby alleyway and casually slicked another knife, ending a downed zombie that shuffled toward them. He dusted off his hands and looked about, arms folded.

Your captain is busy solving your problem. I am your reinforcements.

[Sir Kerag]

Kerag took deep breaths, his vision slowly returning to normal. The orc turned, the axe propped against his shoulder, thick chunks of flesh stuck to the axe's blade. He gave an acknowledging nod, giving a thumbs up and then pointing where the remaining zombies were carrying away their slain.

"So Margrett knows."

Kerag breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good. Well then, they appear to be dragging their comrades that way."

The orc chucked a nearby zombie away, its skull splattering when it hit the ground.

"Think...we have things under control here. Help if you want, or find out where they're taking them."

[Kiga]

I have been instructed to not impair or take part in any investigation as that is the duty of the Guard. I am merely to protect the citizenry and see to anything the Captain asks of me.

Kiga flipped a knife from his belt and spun it upon his finger. He looked at Kerag without expression, summed him up.

I might suggest you pursue them. I will continue to cut them down where needed.

[Sir Kerag]

Kerag smiled.

"I like your style. Very well hired hand, help my brother Venom and..."

The orc trailed off, for the first time noticing Jonah.

"This guy fend off the attack. Think it's prudent I figure out where they're taking the bodies..."

Kerag quickly flicked the axe around, throwing the blood off the edge as he sheathed it, grabbing the wrist of a zombie who came from behind, flipping him over his shoulder and smashing his head in with his boot.

"Are you allowed to give a name? I should like to thank you for the needed assistance."

[Kiga]

Kiga watched Kerag's kill with slight amusement, he smiled but only for the briefest of moments. He nodded, studied the other man for a time and then stepped forward. Carefully. He offered his hand.

I am Kiga. You would be Kerag. He, I am assuming is Jonah.

[Sir Kerag]

Kerag shook Kiga's hand, eyebrow raised.

"Indeed as you say. Probably so, never met the guy."

The orc tilted his head and smirked.

"Interesting you know our names. And I doubt Margrett hired you..."

He started putting the pieces together.

"Kiga, whoever employed you, I am thankful. I take you for a mercenary of quality. I'm putting lives in your hands Kiga, time to earn your pay."

With that he took off, running for the route the zombies were using to carry their slain. He cut down any whom stood in his path, chuckling softly all the while.

[Kiga]

Kiga nodded as Kerag vanished down the alleyway and more undead flooded the square. They surrounded him and Jonah in a writhing ring of rotten flesh, Kiga folding his arms defiantly. The wind came through the square, whipped into the masses and circled the assassin, which invoked a smile.

It sings to me.

His hands unfolded, came together and formed a strange hand gesture, his feet came together at the heel. He closed his eyes, muttered an unknown language and then, unleashed a screaming whistle that echoed out with sonic force. Blades of wind flashed in the air, unseen and then clearly there, but they cut destruction through the masses of undead. Many fell, many were ended. But it was not enough.

Kiga breathed deep, focussed hard after that exertion and hands came away from his belt, knives between each finger. Time to do some real damage.

[Orp Boon]

The zombies carry off the dead towards the graveyard.

OOC: All those fighting zombies this round sustain one minor injury.

[Kiga]

Kiga tightened his scarf a little and paced sideways without sound to block off their passage to the graveyard. They were slow, carrying their own dead-er and he spun hands out, twirling twin daggers.

A shrill whistle of a larger bird broke from his lips and in an instant, he dropped and took the legs of the nearest zombie. He rolled back, a knife loosed in his roll and skewered it instantly, then flipped out of the move and bounced off a wall. He tossed another and then another, making his mark on the next closest undead. One snuck up on his rear and he spun and crashed his Kote into it's face before flicking the ichor and ick off his hand. He looked at the mess on his fingers - and was then scratched. It hurt, the undead dragging it's horrible claws down his back, tearing skin.

A scream like that of an eagle broke from his lips and he spun to ram a knife into it's temple, then jumped straight up and kicked it once then twice in the chest. He looked upset, scowling.

[Kiga]

Kiga found this almost hopeless, fighting this many was a losing battle. He wasn't hired to die, he was hired to help the town. If the guard were their best chance, then that was the logical choice.

He rammed a kick into another knee, slashed across it's throat with a knife and then turned, hurling that same knife into the chest of yet another oncomer. He scurried back, flipped over the immediate zombies in his way via the wall and ran at breakneck speed for the graveyard.

[John Harding]

Jonah could sense the futility of this fight; the number of zombies didn't appear to be diminishing, despite the fighters' best attempts, and the tribesman had just taken a blow to the neck from a sharp object. In the chaos of the fight, he had not seen what he had been struck by - for zombies were all around him now - so Jonah continued hammering away at the undead horde, that was until he witnessed several of the others - the half-orc with the axe and the wind-summoning youth - vanishing out of the square.

The Akaiyan tribesman, suspecting that they had a good reason for leaving the fight, chose to follow the two fighters. There were too many zombies in the square to tackle for him and Venom by themselves, so Jonah called out to the red-haired guard and trailed the eye-patched duo, fighting off gruesome undead as he went...

[venom]

Never making it past all the other zombies Venom had fought to aid Kerag, he heard Jonah's call and noticed the others had left too so he followed. This was not a fight he could do with his bare hands so he weilded his katana to cut them down and keep them from biting him. They were hungry for living flesh, and Venom did not want to be their food.