"Hold on," The old man said as he slowly lowered the aimed bow from the man next to him.
"You're the boy from this morning," the old man said.
Ludwig nodded.
"Banner, kill the zombies. We'll discuss what happened with the boy later. Can't you see how wounded he is?" the old man said.
"As the lord commands," the giant man at the front nodded and simply flew forward, a massive tower shield in his left arm and a heavy sword that would be almost impossible for any normal human to wield in one hand in his other free arm.
The giant crashed into the first group of undead with his shield splattering their organs and spraying their innards all over the place from sheer impact. He slammed down his sword at the others, slicing, no, more like crushing brutally in half anything that was unfortunate enough to meet the massive sword.
