After Ashrik nodded, Lucille was quiet for a moment. The simplicity of his answer made her inhale slowly. Her gaze remained on him.
In the brief silence, the sound of Dobby and Ponyo's paws thudded softly against the grass, which rang from the lawn. Felix's cry came next, telling them not to chase him like a thief.
"Fighting a high-level zombie is hard. The ideal situation is," Ashrik parted his lips, talking once again, "That it's already unstable. You know, on the verge of self-destruction. Handling it will be much easier."
Lucille exhaled softly, understanding that what he had just told her was indeed the most favorable. Perhaps the high-level zombie would die before Ashrik could give him a huge blow.
"But if it's not..." she swallowed, hands clasping her knees tightly. "You need to go all out. Especially if its ranking is higher than your current ability level."
