No skin off my bones, thought Kazuo. Trombe was a sleek horse who found little trouble slipping through the forest and when he thought about it, having Shela on would not only piss off the horse, but also dramatically reduce his maneuverability. He followed just behind Shela and in the distance could spot the scarred guy with a big-ass white horse and some new girl. Behind him was the zombie guy shouting about some Katherine but barreling forward like an untended fruit cart on a hilltop and the red-headed girl would probably not be far behind. Kazuo rode up to the scene beside Shela. Although he did not draw his sword , he kept his hands firmly gripped on the sheath and hilt, ready to draw at a moment's notice if he needed.

"Yeah, what she said." Kazuo nearly facepalmed at himself for saying that. He could have said anything, and he chose that of all things.