Ivan had a closer look at the burly man who carried an unloaded, exaggerated bazooka on his right shoulder, supported by his right arm. He noticed that the man's tanned skin possessed a distinct silver metallic shade. Ivan wasn't satisfied with the burly man's attire for battle. The burly man was garbed in a simple blue short-sleeved shirt and grey shorts.
"No armour?" Ivan enquired of Door-knob.
"I have a substitute for that," Door-knob shrugged his left shoulder, gesturing at his exposed left arm. "I have tough skin. It's my armour. At least the zombies can't bite through it."
"Good. We shouldn't waste time with talk." Ivan darted away with a sense of urgent purpose.
"I like this guy. He stands on business," Jiggy spoke to Door-knob with his natural French accent.
