And even with their seamless coordination, Duke and Kisha still couldn't pin the mutated zombie down. Kisha even had to divide her focus, not only keeping it from escaping, but also staying wary of a possible ambush lurking nearby. The strain on her mind and body was mounting with every second.
Duke, meanwhile, poured both his spiritual energy and Aura into relentless barrages of attacks. His aim was precise, yet the mutated zombie's speed and instincts let it slip past every strike. All Duke could do was unleash a storm of 'Ice Spears' and 'Fireballs', hoping that sheer volume might land a decisive hit.
"Wifey! Leave the rear to me!" Duke shouted as he unleashed another barrage of attacks on the mutated zombie, giving Kisha some breathing room. Her mental capacity was being pushed to its limits as she split her consciousness across multiple fronts to cover a wider area.
