[b]Gavinyarel: The Roxey Village, the Old Roxey Cemetery -- Midyear, 4E 201[/b]

 
Gavinyarel watched as the woman struck first with a bolt to the zombie's breast, but he was unsurprised at the creature's unconcern.  He was about to step in when she abandoned her crossbow, but was genuinely surprised when she conjured a sword in her hand.  He paused and decided to see how she fared with her new weapon,  which managed to rend the zombie's arm from its body and sever one of its legs partway up.  Still, in her drunken state, the woman wasn't a match for the lumbering corpse.

When the zombie had her cornered against a headstone with her head bleeding, Gavinyarel moved in.  He dashed toward the zombie, which was readying another slash with its remaining arm.  As it swung, Gavinyarel countered just in time. His honed ebony blade, glowing orange with fire enchantment, sent the newly dismembered arm flying over the woman's head.  The stump that remained was set ablaze.  He punched the creature away with his free hand and then shot a jet of fire at it, turning it into a bright flare that lit up the surrounding area.  Enraged, the zombie charged him in all its limping, disarmed frenzy.  Gavinyarel dodged left and slashed at his midsection, shearing it in two.  As the newly halved zombie collapsed to the ground, it's animation began to stop, whatever force had inspired its motion finally broken.

Gavinyarel took a large cloth from his pouch and wiped away the dust and rotten flesh from his sword before sheathing it.  He looked back at the woman and smiled.  "All right, I guess you're not quite as green as you seem." he said plainly, impressed by her knowledge of bound weapons.