The air was thick with the stench of blood.
With every breath Paige Summers took, the urgency grew stronger. 'I have to kill this monster before me, this thing that can no longer be called human!'
At such close range, she could smell the putrid stench coming off its body.
It was a nauseating stench, even worse than that of a rotting corpse!
'The smell of a Zombie!'
She swung the sword in her hand, the blade never straying from its head and neck. A sharp whistle followed the blade's edge, emanating a daunting killing intent.
Her technique was a hybrid, combining the Sword Skill she had learned in her past life with what she had observed from Grant Yardley and the others in this one. It looked formless, yet her follow-up strikes were faster, came from tighter angles, and her movements were more agile than those of an untrained fighter.
This made her a formidable opponent.
