Fly, you brave bird. Fly like the wind.
That brave flashbang’s sacrifice removed one of the gassy bastards, but now is time for the main event. Charge, my battlebots!
The Paladin’s flamethrower made short work of the other, leaving me precious little time to remove myself from the blast radius when he went pop.
As the Paladin advanced toward its remaining target, back to the northeast the Samurai was tangling with a tough zombie who had emerged from the woods. As Slapdash the Paladin made short work of his emaciated, shrieking child of a foe, he began advancing in the direction of what I assumed to be the dead child’s mother, as it was shrieking even more horribly, while Shortcircuit the Samurai sliced and diced the meathead in a trice, without a scratch on him.
Proving to be no match to the wrath of my Paladin’s holy fire, the screeching one burnt to a crisp as the last of the unfortunate family caught wind of either the burning flesh or the soul-searing screams and truned their heads our way.
While Slapdash played the reliant, clanking vanguard, I took the opportunity to gather up the remains of that ever-brave bird, knowing that I could bring him back at the end of the day. Without even the courtesy to allow Short some of the action, he quickly purged the father with righteous flame, leaving me to the task of smashing whatever hadn’t burned and securing the rest of the rest area.
