Seizing the opportunity, Zorvax and Ophelia coordinated their attack on the weakened zombies. The air was thick with the anticipation of the impending takedown.
Ophelia focused on the wind spear zombie, which was now struggling with just one arm. She whispered to herself, "This should be a swift end." Her voice was soft but laced with resolve. As she advanced, her movements were agile and precise, a clear indication of her combat prowess. She circled the zombie, her eyes locked on its remaining arm, calculating the best angle for her attack.
"Let's see how you fare now," she called out to the zombie, her tone a mix of challenge and confidence. She darted in, striking strategically to avoid the zombie's desperate attempts to defend itself.
