The monsters here are pretty different from the thugs and gangsters Firo’s used to scrapping with back home. They’re less predictable, less provoked by trash talk, and sometimes they have better weapons. Over time, he’s learned how to deal with a lot of them.
Any random passerby could probably tell right away, though, that he doesn’t have a damn clue about how to fight a zombie.
He’s squaring off with one on one of the sidestreets. Firo socks it in the face dangerously close to its mouth. He narrowly avoids its teeth grazing his knuckles, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His foot slams into its rotten leg, and, as it falls, he kicks it in the head. That seems to slow it down, but its mouth is still snapping at the air.
He nudges the fallen zombie with the toe of his shoe. “The hell is this thing?”
[B. Any time, anywhere]
As he tends to do in times of great weirdness, Firo's making a circuit of the town to look for his friends. The bar and the armory are his first stops, and then he continues on to the temples. He hasn't yet bothered to get rid of the zombie goop on his hands and clothes, but he'll enthusiastically greet anyone he recognizes.
Firo Prochainezo | ota, any format
The monsters here are pretty different from the thugs and gangsters Firo’s used to scrapping with back home. They’re less predictable, less provoked by trash talk, and sometimes they have better weapons. Over time, he’s learned how to deal with a lot of them.
Any random passerby could probably tell right away, though, that he doesn’t have a damn clue about how to fight a zombie.
He’s squaring off with one on one of the sidestreets. Firo socks it in the face dangerously close to its mouth. He narrowly avoids its teeth grazing his knuckles, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His foot slams into its rotten leg, and, as it falls, he kicks it in the head. That seems to slow it down, but its mouth is still snapping at the air.
He nudges the fallen zombie with the toe of his shoe. “The hell is this thing?”
[B. Any time, anywhere]
As he tends to do in times of great weirdness, Firo's making a circuit of the town to look for his friends. The bar and the armory are his first stops, and then he continues on to the temples. He hasn't yet bothered to get rid of the zombie goop on his hands and clothes, but he'll enthusiastically greet anyone he recognizes.