[―Shit. So much for getting through this without a fight. Detours, he supposes, are out of the question in case they end up leading the undead right to the clinic. He makes a little sound of distress, but sets his jaw and tugs the brim of his hat low, some heart taken in Laurana's steady warning: prepare for battle.]
Just like that, huh... I'm gonna try to distract them!
[Thirty feet, twenty-five, twenty—Kazu rockets ahead without warning, and suddenly there are twelve boys crashing into the first line of zombies. Some dissipate when attacked, only to reappear in another spot; others deal out heavy kicks that hurl several of the horde into their own kind. It's probably not enough to keep a zombie down, but with any luck, it'll create confusion and distract them long enough to give Laurana and Kang an advantage.
Once they're both within fighting range, Kazu will peel away to take out the undead animals straggling on the fringes of the fray, but not before leaving a word of warning:]
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Just like that, huh... I'm gonna try to distract them!
[Thirty feet, twenty-five, twenty—Kazu rockets ahead without warning, and suddenly there are twelve boys crashing into the first line of zombies. Some dissipate when attacked, only to reappear in another spot; others deal out heavy kicks that hurl several of the horde into their own kind. It's probably not enough to keep a zombie down, but with any luck, it'll create confusion and distract them long enough to give Laurana and Kang an advantage.
Once they're both within fighting range, Kazu will peel away to take out the undead animals straggling on the fringes of the fray, but not before leaving a word of warning:]
WATCH OUT, THESE ASSHOLES STINK.
[This is important.]