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Zell double-checked over his shoulder and MacKensie's the length of wall he would have to suicide-plow through to reach the ladder and get down to ground level.  It would not be easy and he certainly wouldn't be able to do it without the marksmen at his back.

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"Zell![/color]............ "!!!" ..........[color=6ecff6]Stop fucking Flirting and help!"
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Zell looked about incredulously for the recognizable voice of James and found him, seeing the fury on his face even from this distance.  Then his robed, staff-wielding comrade started doing a whole bunch of hand gestures that had Zell wondering for a second if he was casting some kind of spell. Maybe there'd be a [i]lightning bolt[/i] whizzing by his ear this time.  But no, he was trying to communicate something.  What though?

Zell's reflexes barely managed to save himself from a lunging skeleton and he fought off his assailant as he angrily shouted into the air. "I can't read sign language bro! What the fuck are you saying!?"

Zell was never the smartest person in the room.  His wits were reserved for flashy talking at frat party full of drunks.  It didn't occur to him that James maybe couldn't shout his plans across the battlefield if they were to be successful.  But when he heard James commanding the soldiers to retreat to the wall and he looked, it finally dawned on him what James might have been trying to communicate.

"Change of plan, doll."  He step forward away from MacKensie's back and kicked a skeleton to the floor before U-turning and flying past her.  "We're gonna double-up on the stupidity."

Running and fighting was so scary but so cool at the same time.  Zell even threw in a twirl here and there.  To have such strength and skill.  To be in such a dangerous situation where one wrong move would be the end of you.  To fight to the death in the defence of innocent people.  It was intoxicating.  No winning any football cup final could even compare to this.  Nothing in his world could.

His heart was threatening to burst from his chest as he swayed right to avoid an oncoming attack, letting the skeleton stumble past him into the path of MacKensie.  He rushed into the flank of an enemy who was engaged with a townguard, driving his sword into the skeleton, pushing it up against the battlements while the townguard finished it off.

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"Hey asshole! It was me who blinded you! What? You are not going to do anything about it!? Attack damnit! Attack me!"
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Zell laughed at James' suicidal taunts.  "He's as stupid as he is genius, that's for sure."

Closing in on the Armoured Ogre's position, he caught the sword-hand of a skelly and ran his blade through it's mouth, letting it fall dead while stealing it's sword for himself.  Now dual-wielding he changed his swords to reverse grip, sprinted a couple of yards and without thinking just dove from the top of the wall.

High up. Directly above the the Ogre.  Both hands raised with both swords pointing down and aiming for ogre skull.  He hoped for the best.