[center][h2]Javal[/h2][/center]

Javal was a little disappointed that the tumble down the stairs evidently hadn't broken any of the zombie's bones.  According to his companions, who were evidently a little more versed in fantasy than him, blows to the head wouldn't do anything and he'd instead need to cripple the legs.

As it came back at him, he'd duck under its arms and swing his weapon at one of the zombie's kneecaps, following the advice of the elf and doll.

"You find anything useful on that corpse?  Any weapons?" he shouted to the doll as he swung the table leg.  He could hear her doing something back there, but was too busy focused on the pressing threat to look back and see.

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