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Smithy

As cute as Sephily's attempt to lift the blacksmith's hammer was, even Bianca knew not to say anything with that glare aimed at them. Honestly, it was hard not to think of her as a kid, she's just so small and dainty! Anyone that didn't wish to protect this girl from the city's dangers was just heartless, plain and simple!

At any rate, the blacksmith offered them little in the way of further supplies. Sephily at least had a blade she could use, preferably never having to use it, and Sylva... well, with his muscles, he could make-do with a lot of things! Naturally, Bianca had her hammer in one hand, the bag of stale consumables in the other, and when the party were ready to go, made her way to the exit. Taking a cautious step outside, the street's cntinued emptiness was a bit of a relief, though something was different, right? Glancing up and down the road, it took Bianca a moment to realise the obvious - the bell's toll had ceased. That was... probalby kind of bad, right? Would the zombies lurch all the way back here?

Searching the other buildings probably wasn't worth it, at this point - the inn seemed relatively well-off, all things considered, and the situation in there was still dire, the blacksmith painted an even bleaker picture. Making a mad dash for the opposite direction of the zombie hoard was the more sensible choice.

...Still, if the bell's ringing had been done manually, it meant someone else was in this place. As dangerous as it was, Bianca wanted to at least make sure, but dragging Sylva and Sephily after her wasn't fair at all. She struggled with the best option to go with, biting her lip as she glanced towards the belltower, then at her allies.

"So, uh... are we making a break for it, or...?"

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Smithy

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With the undead welcoming party finally mulched and/or beaten sufficiently, Bianca's raised hammer was slowly brought lower, surveying the now-still bones that littered the blacksmith's shop. While the combat had sparked some thrill in her chest, she had to keep in mind that the three were in very real danger. Especially the smallest of their group. Well, between herself and Sylva, it was clear they could easily handle even a group of undead! And as long as they were lugging old equipment around, nothing could stop the rampage of her trusty head-smacker!

Speaking of old equipment though, it figured there weren't going to be any pristine swords laying around. Not even dusty knives or anything, it seemed like, just piles of rust. Probably slightly better than nothing at all, Bianca felt no need to replace her weapon with anything here.

"...I'm gonna check in there. It should be fine, the door's already open, so... ahaha!"

Pointing to the ajar door, Bianca tried her luck once more with exploring the other side of one. Luckily, there seemed to be nothing else lying in wait - was this where the weapons got made? As far as she could tell, the stuff in here was an unfinished batch of arms, less useful than the aged scraps that passed for spears out front. After all the trouble of dealing with that ambush, it would suck super hard to have nothing to really show for it. Then again, maybe they should focus on ditching town before the zombies wandered back through ther streets?

"Don't think there's anything in here, guys!" Bianca called to the other two as she emerged from the forge once more, "I mean, maybe l'il Sephily can hold onto one of those tools in there? I dunno, see anything you like?" she asked Sylva with a shrug.

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Smithy of the Dead

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Her hammer had easily crushed the target, to the point it was buried under the aging floor. Glad as she was to have so easily taken out their undead assailant, Bianca's elation was short-lived, given the remaining were trying to surround them now. Their (admittedly clumsy, tottering) coordination was certainly worthy of concern, but even if Bianca were the type to pondewr upon such a thing, this didn't seem the best time to question things. Right now, she needed to smash some walking corpses, before this quartet joined their ranks!

With a grunt, Bianca dislodged her hammer from the floor, raising it just in time to block a strike from a rusted sword. Sora and Sylva had engaged the other zombies as well, hopefully to the point that Sephily herself wasn't being targeted. The zombie didn't seem to pack a whole lot of strength - not enough to push Bianca back at least, though if it had gotten a scratch on her trusty new tool...!

Sora yelled something at Bianca. Charge, huh? Well, if that's what the best course of action was, she wasn't going to argue! Now sporting a confident grin, Bianca pushed against the zombie's sword, knocking the blade aside to open a brief window. Hammer wound by her side, she swung it with all her might, slamming the zombie's side. Armour or not, it seemed unlikely to keep the zombie down, given their proven resistance to having the spinal cord merely damaged, but as long as it was out of the way for the moment, that should be enough.

Turning, she quickly surveyed the situation. Sora seemed to be trying to chop off the head of one, Sylva in the midst of dispatching another with one of their own weapons. One more zombie yet to be taken down seemed to be torn between lurching towards Sora and Sephily. Both of them not quite in the position to handle an attack. It didn't sit right to not at least give her allies a helpful swing or two, but surely they'd come out on top of a 1 V 1, right? And hey, Sora did tell her to charge.

Rushing forward, Bianca launched herself at the last zombie, ramming her shoulder into its' back and knocking it down. Adrenaline was dampening any pain from smacking the worn armour for now, Bianca planting a foot on the zombie's back, hammer tightly gripped in her hands. With a fierce grunt, she slammed the business end of ehr weapon down upon the zombie's head, once more bludgeoning an undead skull into mush, and once more smashing through the aged floorboards. By her count, that should be each zombie accounted for - assuming the one she smacked aside had survived, that had to be the last one. Though of course, Bianca was ready to lend her aid to Sora and Sylva, should they run into trouble with their respective opponents. Glancing at Sephily, she gave a confident grin as she lifted the hammer free of the floor.

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Oh, of course there'd be more zombies behind the door. And armed ones at that. Again, the implications of the mindless undead wielding such things were lost on Bianca, other than the slight issue of said weapons being used against them. Sylva promptly yanked her back towards the street, and the party were lined up, facing down their slowly-approaching opponents. Clutching her hammer tightly in both hands, Bianca scanned the undead, trying to chart the best course of action.

Going by recent discoveries, she had concluded that zombies had an elemental weakness to being utterly crushed - severing their spine didn't seem to do much, but a good whack should be enough to take them down! The real issue would be... doing that to each and every corpse. Even if the rusted armour was easily smashed through, it still afforded a worrying bit of protection to slow them down. Perhaps she could focus on smashing skulls, regardless of aged helmets, but unless her companions could do the same, it could still end up dragging the fight out a bit.

...Still, they might as well try something. Unless the others were confident in fleeing out of sight and hoping that bell took awy their attention, Bianca was prepared to take down the undead group one way or the other. A grin was forming on her face as she raised the hammer slightly. It was nerve-wracking, but also a little exhilirating, facing down this challenge. Even if this was a pointless fight to take on, she really wanted to overcome it!

With little time left to ponder, Bianca decided to give it a try. As the undead lurched closer, Bianca stepped forward, winding the hammer over her shoulder, and bringing it down as hard as she could on the rusted helm.

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Town Of The Dead

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Sephily's hilarious reaction to the affection thrown her way was some much-welcomed levity to the situation. Bianca was at least able to smile cheerfully as she looked around one more time for items to pick up. Hammer in one hand, sack in the other, there wasn't a whole lot to discover. The room she woke up in yielded nothing else of value, and it felt almost pointless to fashion a makeshift weapon, when the hammer already felt right in her grip anyway. Ultimately, the only supplies she could think worth taking were some foodstuffs - stale as they were, if there was absolutely nothing else to find for eating, they could only hope for the best.

Taking point for their little excursion outside, Bianca was certainly nervous... but the quickening pace of her heart rate couldn't quite be attributed to fear. Taking the first step outside, hammer raised in front of her defensively, the rmoured young woman anticipated something. A hidden horde waiting outside the door, some sort of alarm to bring the zombies back, maybe even a jumpscare, but... luckily, nothing seemed to have remained. The call of the bell was too strong.

Thankfully, the air outside was much more palateable, even given the state of things beyond the inn. Bianca inhaled deeply, glad to finally partake in fresh(er) air, taking in their surroundings curiously. The relative recency of which some of the buildings had burned was lost on her, but the dire state this place had been left in told the story more than clearly enough for Bianca. If there had been no survivors within the inn, which seemed to have held up the best, then not even the most desperate of hopes could remain for someone living amongst these other buildings.

Well, they still had to rule out if the bell was rung by a person at least.

Sephily pointed out one of the buildings, one that probably had weapons inside it. Bianca wasn't sure she wanted anything to replace her trusty, lightweight tool, but if the others neded anything...

"I can take a quick peek, then," Bianca offered, handing her sack of supplies to the small elf, "I'll let ya know if they're open!"

Her tone was lighthearted, though she was dreading the possibility of finding more shambling corpses waiting for a door to be opened for them. At least this time it wasn't an enclosed space, and since it turned out zombies were weak to pulverisation, even the worst-case scenario couldn't be that bad! Confidently approaching the blacksmith, Bianca soon had her hand pressed to the door, pushing at it. There was some resistance, either due to a blockade, or dust and debris accumulating so much it impeded the door. Not that it was enough to stop her, though, once Bianca decided to shove the door open with her shoulder. She flinched at the noise, realising that was probably not the smartest move, but it didn't seem to be loud enough to call back the distant, undead crowd.

Occupants of the smithy were another matter, though. Slowly bringing her free hand to the hilt of her weapon, Bianca peered inside, looking for signs of... unlife, as it were.

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Bianca, Ruined Inn

It seemed like a new plan of action had been decided, as Bianca emerged from the cellar after Sylva. So they were going to make their escape sooner rather than later? Sure, as roomy as this place, cleaning up all the dust and... remains would be quite the hassle, huh? Not to mention all the noisy neighbours that kept trying to find a way inside. She was surprised to hear the ringing of a bell from somewhere outside. This place had a belltower? Was someone operating it?! The unsettling scratching and clawing was dying down as the undead seemed to be attracted to the bell instead, which was certainly a welcome reprieve. Then again, with how easily that one zombie was dispatched by a little tap, perhaps facing down a horde wouldn't be that bad?

Before Bianca could ponder on that too much, Sephily's words reminded her that they hadn't properly introduced themselves to each other in full. She certainly hadn't! Given the circumstances, perhaps a little udnerstandable, but since they were in this together...

"Sephily, huh? Cute name for a cutie!" Bianca chirped brightly, patting the elf's head atop her beret, then pointing a thumb towards her grinning face, "As for me, name's Bianca! ...I guess?"

That name had come so naturally to her, even though it definitely wasn't the name she'd used her whole (previous) life. Perhaps this body was just naturally a Bianca-type? Whatever the reason, the name felt right, so might as well roll with that for now. Once introductions were finished, Bianca searched for something to carry supplies in... even if it was going to be mostly water, a lot of the food didn't seem worth bringing.

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Ruined Inn, Dusty Cellar

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Yeah, it figured the cellar wasn't going to be a wondrous haven, otherwise that zombie would've been slightly friendlier. And potentially more alive, though Bianca felt like it'd been a long while since whatever happened, happened. The food stored down here... much like whatever remained in the kitchen, had probably long passed it's sell-by date, but theywere hardly spoiled for options anyway, she could only hope for the best come dinner time.

Sylva seemed focused on something, so the healer approached curiously, peeking around him to look at the journal. She only caught the last couple of entries, but that was enough to paint a tragic picture, Bianca stepping back in silence once he closed the book. The writer knew the unfortunate woman lying dead upstairs, and the town was supposed to have been evacuated? Whatever went down sure had to have sucked for everyone involved, to put it mildly. It was also a bit overwhelming to ponder upon too much, she'd rather keep things simple for now.

"There's plenty of booze down here. Nothing for the little one though!" Bianca called up to Sora, trying to keep hert voice as low as the other two. She glanced towards Sylva, putting a smile on her face, "though maybe we save the drinking until after we tidy up or something?"

There was, after all, at least two corpses to move aside. It would be hard to keep spirits up with those lying around, morbid as that sounded. And she was kind of responsible for one of them.

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Ruined Inn

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Bianca watched the crumpled remains of the zombie for a few more moments, satisfied enough that it really had stopped moving now. That was a relief, it'd be really embarrassing to have unleashed an unbeatable terror upon the group over some annoying scratching sounds! Of course, she was elated over her achievement in defeating the monster, and with only one good smack too, but her cheeriness was dampened somewhat by the short argument between the two elves. Sephily didn't seem too happy about Sora's attempt to dispose of the thing, with Sora rebutting the options he had. Awkwardly, Bianca didn't intervene, dumbly standing there with the hammer clutched in her grasp. She couldn't exactly blame Sora for thinking that stabbing the back of something's head would be fatal, zombie or otherwise.

"...I mean, hey, we know you just gotta bop their noggin a bit!" Bianca laughed, commenting on the younger elf's analysis, "even someone like me could manage, we've totally got this!"

Bianca, at the moment, was still totally unaware of her odd stat distribution, believing the hefty bludgeon in her hands was simply far lighter than it looked. She tilted her head at the sound of Sylva's voice, coming from the cellar. Judging by the lack of panic, there wasn't anything else lurking down there, so that was great! "Be right there!" Bianca called down the stairs, and made her way down. The stale air was noticeably worse down here, shifting Bianca's playful smile into a strained grimace. This whole building was going to need some renovating, it felt like.

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Ruined Inn

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"...Eh?"

Bianca stared in shock as the zombie rose once more, seemingly unaffected by that stab to the head. Sure, it was undead, but weren't there rules to this sort of thing?! Did that mean there was no way to actually stop them?! Momentarily frozen, Bianca was quite fortunate that the lumbering corpse was more bothered by its' unseen assailant than she herself. It turned away from her to try and attack Sora, granting the young woman a moment's reprieve at least.

It would be awful if that thing stabbed the young elf, all because she had to take a peek behind the cellar doors. She gripped the hammer tightly, now bringing her other hand to the hilt. Even if the zombie was invincible, all she had to do was whack it hard enough to grab its' attention! Then Sora could escape, and she... could hopefully do the same? That bridge could be crossed by the Bianca five seconds into the future, for now...

With a desperate yell, Bianca hoisted the hammer above her head, and brought it crashing down with all her strength. In her mind, she pictured something more akin to a cartoonish smack on the head. Reality said otherwise, as the blunt weapon mercilessly crushed all in its' path towards the kitchen floor, complete with sickening mulching sounds that were hopefully masked by Bianca's voice. Bianca blinked, wondering why her immediate surroundings were slightly more fleshy than usual, slowly straightening and lifting the now-messy hammer from the floor. Huh, it was more fragile than expected, after al.

"...Er... I think I got it?" Bianca mused. The body was left in a rather terrible state, even if the zombie were still "alive", it couldn't possibly pose a threat now, right? Clean up was going to suck, though.