It was very strange; Team Crescendo was buffed and pretty much using the zombie as a punching bag, but it showed as little signs of slowing down as it did of hurting it’s opponents. Rebecca didn’t dare mention this observation, however, out of the fear that the situation would actually get worse if she did. It was the way these situations worked, after all.

	“This [i]is[/i] taking a while…,” Rebecca noted agreeably, [color=f49ac2]“Hey, uh, undead abomination thing? You’re doing a really nice job with this whole creepy schtick, but you’re also really good at being a damage sponge. I don’t really have a problem with that, I mean, that’s a pretty valuable talent, but I also feel like you’re also pretty heavily outmatched. So if you could just sort of call it a draw, I’m pretty sure we could all move on to something a little more productive and save ourselves some valuable time. I guess that’s not really as valuable to you as it is to the rest of us, but no one likes wasting things, so I think it’s a fair request.”[/color] Her words manifested themselves in the form of her Disarming Voice, the sheer number of her words providing a convincing amount of force to the attack.