Dog felt the undead bounce off left and right from his two struggling shields. He could hear and, because of his size, [i]feel[/i] Zanni tramping along beside him, occasionally knocking a zombie or two into his path due to his sheer girth. It was almost as though they were having a race, and with each bump and jostle from one of the undead he felt himself grow a little more frustrated, a little more [i]into it[/i] as the rush of combat began to take over. 

There was no doubting the pang of uncharacteristic anger that flared up as Dog saw that both he and Zanni had been beaten. 
Mikkish had made it first, blazing across the finish line in a shower of gore and dismantling every zombie on the escalator. Dog growled and forewent the escalator entirely. As he approached it he couched and leap, his powerful legs propelling him upward onto the banister of the second floor. Seeing Mikkish dodge past another hoard into some shop Dog reeled back and threw one of shields at the zombies that had turned to follow him. Somehow he'd managed to put a spin on the zombie, and when it slammed into the hoard its flailing limbs snapped as it took most of them to the ground. 

He laughed to himself and took that moment to turn and survey the carnage down below. Between him, Mikkish, and Zanni a wide hole had been punched in the hoard down below, paving a blood soaked pathway straight to the escalator. But that hadn't stopped those coming in from the sides around the elevator where, he noted with some disdain, the slime girl was still hanging around. Dog looked over at the other zombie he'd picked up, then at the festive Christmas tree sitting in the middle of the room. 

Could he make that happen?

He thought he could.

The zombie slammed into the Christmas with enough force for its stomach to burst, but that sound was dwarfed by the ominous wooden cracking and as it tipped, leaned, and tumbled over from the impact, breaking in half and falling to the left of the slime girl forming a makeshift barricade the zombies would have to climb over to get to her. At least from that side.

He heard Mikkish calling for him and hopped down off his perch, rushing into the...medieval arms store? "Oh-hohohoho," He said, rubbing his hands together. He walked over to the long glass case containing a bastard sword to big for anyone to actually use and smashed the glass, pulling the thing out of the debris and letting it drag along the ground as he made his way back to the door to actually help that slowpoke and, maybe, just engage in a little more wanton violence. He wasn't a swordsmen by any means, but he figured a simple [b][i]HACK HACK HACK[/i][/b] would suffice for this crowd.

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