Bonk! Bonk! Bonk!
Multiple skulls cracked under the weight of the Whirlwind’s club, but the creatures kept coming.
“Baldy!” the Whirlwind shouted. “Anytime you want to get off your fat ass and help me murder some of these brain biting bastards, let me know.”
Niu remained silent and motionless. His breathing was shallow. His chest moved slowly up and down.
“Fine,” the Whirlwind said as he conked a zombie upside the head, dropping it to the ground. “Let me do all the work.”
“Blargh!” a zombie cried as it chomped its teeth in the Whirlwind’s direction. The Whirlwind knocked them out in one fell swoop.
“Hmm,” the Whirlwind said as he looked at the blood on his club. “Effective.”
The thief looked around. Over a dozen zombies were standing around him in a circle, kept at bay only by the Whirlwind’s fancy club work. However, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fend off the monsters on his own forever.
“Well,” the Whirlwind said as he closed his eyes. “Here goes nothing.”
Like a cyclone, or rather, like his namesake, the Whirlwind spun around and around and around, bonking one zombie skull after another with his club. Bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk…the zombies’ skulls grew weaker and weaker until…kaboom! All twelve undead heads exploded, showering the thief with a hefty rain of blood, guts, and brain pieces.
The Whirlwind looked around in sheer amazement. “Very effective.”
The thief flicked a piece of brain off of his robe. “Oh right,” he said as he pulled a chrysanthemum out of his pocket and devoured it. “Better take my medicine before I end up like one of these pricks.”
The Whirlwind holstered his club, then picked up Niu’s hands. The giant’s arms were as heavy as tree trunks.
“Would you believe it, baldy?” the Whirlwind asked as he strained to pull his fallen comrade. “Club fu is real!”