Moonlight spun midair, narrowly dodging the axe blade that passed inches from her face. The zombie held it in its mouth, biting down like a wild beast, spinning in place in a desperate attempt to reach her.
"Could you stay still?!"
Moon complained.
A burst of wind exploded around her. Her body shot upward, and in the same motion, a layer of ice crawled up the zombie's legs. The crack was sharp.
Then came the fire. Flames surged from her free hand, pouring down like a cascade, engulfing the zombie's body.
CRACK.
The monster's legs gave out.
On the other side, Dorian stepped back in short movements, measuring his opponent's rhythm. The spear kept grazing him again and again, each thrust packed with brutal force.
"One, two… three…"
he murmured.
The spear lunged again.
Dorian twisted his body—just enough to dodge—and placed his foot on the weapon's tip.
"Thanks."
Before the zombie could react, the staff came down.
CRACK.
