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Varr took notice of the gathering of survivors two blocks down from his current position. Seeing that the zombies were dispersing, and that very few even took notice of the survivors, Varr decided the best course of action would be to go down, and "meet" the survivors.

Varr lept from the rooftop, and impaled a zombie on his way down. While holding the still un-living zombie in place with his lance, Varr pulled out his silver sword, and decapitated another zombie. (Critical hit! whee ) Varr then pulled his lance closer, and kicked off the zombie, then hit it with Fire Breath. From there, Varr sheathed his sword, and ran toward the survivors, but a small group of three zombies attempted to stop him. Instead, Varr merely paused, and hit them with an Ice Breath, thus freezing them in place. Varr then jumped over them, and made his way to the survivors, and asked; "Were you looking for me?"

Luci walked silently into the town, his Save the Queens in his hands, glowing a bright, blinding white as he charged them. slung across his lower back was his bags, his shield hanging on his upper back. On his left side rested his two sheaths, on his right held his medical supplies. He hummed a haunting tune as he walked.

Varr stopped just in front of the group of suvivors. Varr was ready to flaunt his skill, and hopefully land a job, but as the girl embraced the man, Varr felt sickened at the sight of them letting their guard down.

"Touching.....Now, if you don't mind, we still have about thirteen living-carcasses stumbling toward us." Varr then said without much appearant care toward the girl's trauma. "We should really consider destroying these things, and holding up in a secure building before we let our emotions go." Varr then turned around, and estimated the distance of the nearest zombie. "I'd say we have one minute, or more before they get here, so wrap it up." Varr then gripped his lance, and readied himself for the attack.

Luci walked to the center of the town, his humming growing loudly into full fledged singing, though his voice was that of a growl. He reached the center of the town and looked around grinning. Small towns were always built with a main road in the shape of a cross, something encouraged by the paladins to make it easier when a paladin would be needed, though usually it was not so much to focus enemies, as to prevent property damage. He paused for a moment, suddenly silent, his mouth silently counting. "Thirteen men in the dead kings hand, yo ho ho where's me bottle of rum" he sang briefly before falling silent. He had noticed in urban areas that it was better to sing, talk, make noise, since the echo usually confused the undead, while remaining silent merely made you heart beat that much faster, and that much louder. He could hear footsteps now, two from the Northern road. He turned and in one motion leaped, his Save the Queens cutting deep enough to infect the zombies, burning away the abnormalities until there was nothing but the corpse. He turned back to the center, 11 more creatures attracted to the loud, vigorous life. The approached in quick strides instead of the slow shamble of the long dead.

Krysta felt warm in the man's care, his gaze seemed to make her feel better, she felt safe with him. Then as the other men began to speak her moment of bliss shattered, suddenly she realized how much she was blushing from looking into Garrick's eyes. "Thank you, they're right, we should move. I'm Krysta." She steadied herself against the knight once again before pushing off and beginning to limp away. She'd been running for two days straight, the pain had always been there but need caused her to ignore it. Now that she didn't have the need to flee constantly she could take more care of it. She cast a cure spell on herself, relieving the pain in her ankle. "I need rest. Let us be away from this place, to find shelter."

{Why is everyone ignoring me!? DX......Excpet Krysta. thanks for the acknowledgment 3nodding }

With a sigh, Varr turned toward the oncoming undead, and told everyone; "There aren't that many, you CAN escape, but through the forest may not be the best option." Varr turned back to face the party. "We don't know what's in there, and we don't know if it's infected or not. Plus, if you're not careful, you could get lost, or ambushed. Even with these undead roaming everywhere, monsters are still a threat." Varr then turned back toward the zombies. "And whatever you're going to do, do it fast."

((I did acknowledge you. D: You were the other man who was 'welcomed help' I spoke of. X3 I've been having Dawson push to stay with you guys. XD))

Dawson sighed and looked at the dragoon who was holding the horde at bay. "Take the others and head to Riovanes. I and Delaire are going to head to town and make one last sweep for any other survivors. If we don't find any, we will meet you en route to Riovanes. Be safe." With that, Dawson headed off back into the town, shouting Gravick's name.

Gravick must had taken a wrong turn somewhere during his run as he found himself lost in the town. From his guess and estimation, he was somewhere deep in the town; perhaps at the heart. He tripped and fell and as he arose to his feet, he saw something or someone ahead of him using...magic? Was that magic?! He glanced back to see the two undead from earlier still chasing after him. Gravick headed towards the figure. "Heeey!" He shouted, waving his arms.

((I'm assuming Gravick saw Luci using magic))

Luci ignored the shouting man, stepping by him before crouching down, blades swept behind him before pushing off with his left leg. His body blurred, returning to focus in between the two Undead, the two living corpses disappearing in a flash of white.