"Thank goodness!!! Help me!! This bitch destroyed my weapon!!" Zayn instantly yelled, his massive five-meter form trembling as he pointed a shaking, clawed finger at the woman before him.
"How dare a weakling like you speak to me?!!" The zombie butler snapped, his voice a dry, grating rasp that carried the chilling finality of the grave. Before anyone could even process his movement, he pointed a single, decaying finger at the giant lion. Without a sound, a neat, smoking hole instantly appeared right in the center of the Lion's forehead. Zayn's eyes rolled back, and his massive body dropped completely dead onto the scorched ground.
"....?!"
