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Nathan's fist shot forward like a piston, smashing into the chest of a snarling zombie.
The force of the punch was so strong that the creature's rotting body exploded into dust, chunks of decayed flesh flying everywhere.
He didn't pause—spinning on his heel, he slammed his other fist into the heads of two zombies that lunged at him.
Both fell back, soaring in opposite directions before hitting the ground with a sickening crunch.
Just a few feet away, Rush's eyes narrowed in focus.
He thrust his hands forward, and suddenly, dozens of sharp ice spikes burst from his fingertips.
They streaked through the air like a deadly storm, piercing the bodies of a dozen zombies.
The creatures staggered, jerking as the spikes pinned them to the ground, twitching until they were still.
Pius was a whirlwind of fire and fury. With a roar, he swung his flaming bat in wide, sweeping arcs.
