The ghost-faced killer had destroyed several gargoyles when a giant stone monster hovers above
the zombie. This male shaped monster is over twelve hundred pounds and thirteen feet tall. It was a rare day that the black zombie was the smaller man, no monster.
The flying beast creates stone spikes with its wings that were forced towards GFK with a mighty gust.
The spikes gored the torso of GFK, but the black man paid no heed to wound. He finds a nearby pillar holding up the front of a crypt. The building starts to shift as he grabbed the wide pillar into his arms.
The gargoyle was dodging the weapon as if he was a flying running from a flyswatter.
GFK was a top athlete while playing in local sports with his fellow black brothers. So he had no trouble in throwing the marble pillar as he had thrown a javelin in the past.
The weapon broke the front of the monster and it fell hard to the ground. The ghost-faced killer broke the wings off the creature which forced the creature down to the ground. The monster was now doomed and was punched into rumble by the zombie. The man-monster had surpassed his physical limitations while he was living. His mind wasn't much more intelligent than a basic zombie. He could still use all his physical skills when he had his mind intact.
Magic was forming around his wounds and was closing up as if they were never there. He walked out into the unknown.