Look, she's exceptionally tired ok? Give her a break already!
Grumbling, the Warden casually gives the zombie a cursory kick to the face as it adjusts it's grip in an attempt to wedge a tooth under the overlapping plates - knocking it's jaw askew with a wet 'crack', which doesn't seem to bother her or the zombie overly much. The shrieking does tone down to softer, halfhearted scrapes as a result.
"Light sleeper, are we? Poor sod." Is she just being cheeky? Yes. But having some uppity catman bossing you around without so much as a 'by your leave' can do that to a person. "A cellar, then. Chuck it down the stairs, bar the door, and off to sleepy-bye land you go. Bastard can't drag itself up stairs with no working arms."
Still blatantly ignoring that stare at her shield. Whatever is he looking at? No clue. Don't care. Not changing her mind.
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Grumbling, the Warden casually gives the zombie a cursory kick to the face as it adjusts it's grip in an attempt to wedge a tooth under the overlapping plates - knocking it's jaw askew with a wet 'crack', which doesn't seem to bother her or the zombie overly much. The shrieking does tone down to softer, halfhearted scrapes as a result.
"Light sleeper, are we? Poor sod." Is she just being cheeky? Yes. But having some uppity catman bossing you around without so much as a 'by your leave' can do that to a person. "A cellar, then. Chuck it down the stairs, bar the door, and off to sleepy-bye land you go. Bastard can't drag itself up stairs with no working arms."
Still blatantly ignoring that stare at her shield. Whatever is he looking at? No clue. Don't care. Not changing her mind.