Zaen leaned against the wall as the zombies approached. He'd let the cretures come to him, he wasn't one to charge headfirst. One noticed him and ran towards him, then leaped to try and attack him. he crouched and then ran forward, put his arm ahead of himself, and slamming it into the creature as he charged. he uickly sliced the demon's head off and got up, with barely a scratch. esy, but he knew that was only because he caught it off guard. the others would be much harder. he smiled wickidly as other demons noticed him, and so he ran towards them, slicing their necks and heads as he ran. he felt himself get sctratched and bit, so he just swung and ignored the pain. he had killed quite a few of them, and spat on one of their corpses. "are they all dead?" he asked, his knife to his side.