Upon arrival onto the intended location, the wind blew a very eerie whistle. It was a rather creepy gust of air, its very substance seemed to carry an emptiness and desolation on its eddies. Stepping up in front of Alexandria and Nao, Myriad seemed to noticed the oncoming danger of the beam, though he was unsure on how to protect the others. He was sure his own body would simply let the beam pass through it -he himself going unharmed- but it would ultimately wipe out his friends. In his panic, he was reduced to clutching the metallic hilt of his straight-sword with fervor, his mind struggling with a life-altering decision. 

The moment passed by, his heart and body remaining still. If not for his teacher's intervention, he was sure that his friends would had died. A part of him wanted to thank his Fate magic for this outcome but he couldn't always depend on such "luck" to protect his friends. He would need to steel his heart for the next conflict.

It was a quick command, and the orders were followed soon afterwards. Bringing his sword to his side, Myriad dashed towards the zombies that were left, not many but enough for everyone to get a good bit of experience with. As he neared the hoard, three arrows whizzed pass his face and stuck into the skulls of three different zombies. Alexandria was a good shot. With sharp thrust into the nearest zombie's head, Myriad felt the crunch of the its cranium split between the steel in his hand. He pushed it from his blade with a powerful kick to the chest. 

Looking around, he noticed Nao taking on a few on his own. He called out with a hardened worry. [b]"Don't let them surround you! be careful Nao!"[/b]

Nao was focused on the guttural moans of his opponents, slamming his staff into one of their heads and sending them face-first into the ground. "Aye, aye...mother," he called out in his usual playfulness. 

A agitated [i]tsk[/i] left Myriad as he slashed down another undead. [i]That idiot.[/i] Jumping into the fray, he went to work against the zombies, determined to put in some serious work without disclosing his true strength. [b]"We can do this,"[/b] He muttered to himself, a ghoulish hand narrowly missing him. [b]"Yea, we can do it."[/b]