"Die, you big dumb idiot!" Klaus cursed, stabbing his spear at the Blood Prince. The creature snarled, raising its clawed hand to block the attack. Sparks flew as steel met bone, the Prince's grotesque claws barely managing to fend off the blow.
"You will die, bastard," the Blood Prince growled, its voice dripping with venom. "I'll tear you apart. I'll kill you by cutting you piece by piece"
Klaus gritted his teeth, pushing harder against the Prince's defense. His arms burned with effort, but he didn't falter. "Not if I kill you first."
Klaus wasn't concerned by the fact that the Zombie just spoke. He knew they could talk, but right now, that demonic tone didn't faze him. His mind was drowning in anger, clouded by nothing but the burning hunger to kill the Zombies. And then kill some more.
