Wire caught a glint in his peripheral vision (That would be Alexander), but didn't take his eyes off of the opponent in front of him. He heard his words, and quickly swiped his hand, throwing the zombie guts off of it and into the bushes. It made a slight rustle as it sprayed across the leaves. The rotting knight seemed happy for it to have leaked onto the ground, and he didn't want to take any chances.

He resumed his stance: gloves up, with as wide a range of view as possible. The only thing he wasn't prepared for was an attack that would rip the tree behind him to sunder along with him. He slowed the world slightly, and took in every possible sound. He would not be subjected to a sneak attack.

A frontal assault on the other hand.. He didn't know if he had the strength or the speed to repel one. He didn't know anything anymore: there was a horror movie extra standing in front of him.