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~~ Ciara - She/Her - Ex-Explorer - Currently Assassin ~~

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Digging my sword into a zombie's back, I raise my head at look at the Guardian for a moment and for returning to the zombies. I jumped off the one I stabbed in the back and wished that there were things to jump off of. So I just went with the good-old "hit-and-run" tactic, running around and beheading any undead mob that dares to get near me. But not without cost. One grabbed my arm and bit it. Fear. "OW!" I roar in reaction, digging my katana into it's face, kicking it away, and held my bit wound with my other hand for a moment and returned to the fight, more angry then ever.