Psyko looked on between kills at the battle below. Three fighters had joined in the struggle. "Damn." he muttered, bemoaning their awful position on the ground, completely surrounded by the horde. It wasn't ideal, but soon nowhere would be ideal if they all fell in battle.
Psyko ran for the edge of the wall and vaulted over the ramparts, taking a might leap off the fortification. As he plunged toward the field below he swung his warhammer in a thunderous downward thrust, crashing into the ground with the force of a catapulted boulder. The resulting shockwave sent zombies around him flying, opening up a tiny clearing in the army of attackers. It was an attack fueled by one of the blessings of his mismatched set of highly enchanted armor.
The warrior wasted no time in jumping to his feet and smashing his way through the crowd, fighting toward Annie and Baba Koto as they fought toward Dariel. Maybe with their combined might, the four of them could stand a chance.
Meanwhile, in the distance,
she
walked briskly toward the scene of the battle. The beacon shone high in the sky, marking what was perhaps the last chance for this dying world.
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