Shinon watched in disbelief as the sword consumed the Screamer, reducing it to ashes. A mixture of fascination and confusion swirled within him, but he had little time to dwell on it. The charging Exploder demanded his immediate attention.
With a roar that sent the surrounding zombies flying all around, the grotesque creature lunged forward, fueled by its insatiable hunger for destruction.
Shinon couldn't help but roll his eyes at the makeshift patchwork repairs the Exploder had hastily assembled using the dismembered limbs of other zombies Shinon had cut through. It was a repulsive and comical sight, but it worked, as the Exploder wasn't leaking gas anymore.
"You really know how to make a fashion statement, right?" Shinon quipped, a hint of sarcasm lacing his voice. "Who needs a tailor when you can just slap on a few body parts?"
