With the shear blades in his hands, Zain felt much more confident than before. The mopes were make-shift spears and weren't very sharp and sturdy in the first place. Although the blades on the edge of the shear weren't sharp, they were good quality and heavy.
"Come on then, let's go for a second round!" Zain shouted, charging forward. The others didn't know it, but he had somewhat heard the plan they were discussing and knew it was reliant on him.
When Zain got close enough, he swung the blade from the side, aiming right for the Spitter's head. It seemed to be the most dangerous part of the zombie. Seeing this, the zombie turned its head and spread its large mouth, ready to eat his weapon.
That's when Zain quickly pulled back, and at the same time, the other shear in his other hand had hit the Spitter's side, striking right into one of the boils on its body. It burst like a sack full of liquid, draining the strange substance down the side of its arm.
