His sharp eyes had already locked onto the next wave of zombies. He spun the spear once more around his arm to reposition it, stepped to the side with precision, and delivered a sweeping sideways strike. Then, with a powerful leap, he soared into the air and landed in the heart of the horde.
The ground shook with the impact of his descent. The force, combined with the wide arc of his spear, decapitated every zombie within a three-foot radius. Heads rolled. Bodies dropped. And Duke stood tall in the center—calm, calculating, and deadly.
Zombie blood splattered across Duke's body and arms, but he didn't stop. He charged forward like he was swatting flies, unfazed by the gore. Kisha, watching him, could only shake her head in mild exasperation.
While Duke relied on sheer brute strength, Kisha moved with lethal grace. Wielding both her long and short katanas, she danced through the horde with feline agility, decapitating zombies with swift, precise strikes.
