[h3] Guts - School [/h3]

"I wouldn't call them irritating." Guts said, dropping a brick over the ledge. "Hmmm."

"Anyways, if you really want to help, find me some turpentine. This building is swarming at the moment, and these monsters are softheaded, so locking them in and starting a fire should clear out most of them. Then we can pick off the leftovers." as he explained this, he picked up a wooden picnic table, and carried it to the ledge. Dropping it, he watched the furniture crash down below, snapping bones as it landed on the heads of several undead. The black swordsman gave a half smile.
"But before then, I can blow off steam getting to the bottom."