"Are you kidding me?" Klaus cursed as he rolled sideways, narrowly evading another spear attack from the assassin lady, who somehow managed to shake off the overwhelming pressure of the seven Zombies breaking free from their cocoons.
With each passing moment, the pressure from the zombies weighed heavier on him. He didn't need anyone to tell him—they wanted him dead. He had wiped out their entire army and killed every last zombie in sight. Of course, they were out for revenge.
"Listen to me, lady," Klaus snapped, eyes darting between her and the approaching dangers. "Either you scram, or take a good look around. I hope you're not blind enough to see we're in serious danger here!"
He cursed her under his breath for being such an idiot. Sure, she was here to kill him, but couldn't she see the situation had changed? The weather itself seemed to shift with the ominous energy from the Zombie Kings, and instead of revising her plan, she was still attacking him.
