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- By now, the undead were all around her, in renewed numbers and feet away. As the closest ones lunged, Baiken took in the shambling corpses, frowned, and made a single cut.
- > Hopes and dreams shattered
- > Future as bleak as her past
- > Dead woman walking
- Then, stillness.
- Baiken stood neck deep in zombies, and yet she barely moved. Her blade hung lazily, halfway out of her sheath, and if anything, the undead around her seemed less ravenous and more confused. She looked past them, straight at Mr. Knight, and spoke with total calm. "So here's what's gonna happen next," she said. "You're gonna come down here and fight me face to face. I'm gonna cut you in half and send you down the river Styx. After that, I'm gonna head out and get drunk. What I'm not gonna do is sit here and listen to you trying to tell me who I am, because it's just you and me now."
- She sheathed her sword, and in that moment, the top halves of every head of every zombie slid off their necks in unison, and a shower of blood from each sprayed up to the ceiling. A red mist hung over the room, and even as blood rained down on Baiken like a monsoon, her eye never left Mr. Knight.
- ***
- FreestyleKneepad, Round 2
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