Even though Kisha had kicked it from behind, the hatred-filled glare the mutated zombie directed at Duke was unmistakable, and Kisha couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hubby, it looks like this guy really hates you for stabbing its shoulder."
"Grrr," Duke grunted in response.
"See?! It even growled at you, tsk tsk…" Kisha teased, happily circling the zombie once more. Duke shook his head helplessly, but not long after, the distant cacophony of the approaching zombie wave reached their ears.
It was Kisha's cue; her stats had finally peaked.
"Oh, now… now it's time to end the play, hubby," she said with a sly smile.
"I'm glad you said that. I'm getting tired of playing around with it too…" Duke replied, a devilish smirk spreading across his face. He intensified the aura surrounding his spear, concentrating most of it at the blade, ready for the finishing strike.
