Alexander stood on the top of a building, countless zombies and mutants all shambling below, clueless to his or the hundreds of Vesta all perched around the skyline in their dark outfits, all with glowing eyes staring at the creatures below.
He scanned the sea of undead and mutants for anything suspicious before nodding to a Vesta beside him.
"Let's go." His voice was quiet but seemed to resonate with all the Vesta in the southern area, each marking a target and grasping their weapons. At the same time, Alexander himself didn't draw his nodachi, finally repaired by old man McAlister.
His body was wrapped in blood, forming countless blood spears as he dropped. E
very Vesta simultaneously shot down from their perches, stabbing countless mutants and zombies through the head in one shot, causing them to fall dead instantly. Alexander also landed heavily, dozens of spears shooting forward and piercing into the skulls of the monsters closest to him.
