"Throw!" Daniel's voice somehow reached Mathew's ears even through all the noises around him.
'Throw what?' the young man thought, slashing his saber to the side only to cut the hands of the zombie to his back with a strand of mana. 'Where the hell are you in the first place?'
Mathew's question would remain without any official answer. Yet, the problem of who was supposed to throw something and what they were supposed to throw in the first place quickly turned out to be quite obvious.
Plop, plask, crack.
The sounds that the falling bricks made when striking the zombies were of all sorts of kinds. Depending on where the projectile would fall, the sound the rotten flesh of the zombie would make would differ.
'At least he is not pushing them to fight on the front,' Mathew thought, sending yet another cut with his saber into the crowd of the zombies surrounding him.
