I didn't survive demons just to let some undead things take me down.
[once the door is open, he kicks off with that uncontrollable speed, the blade of the sword held across his body and one arm behind it to brace it. He is a high-speed scythe himself, now, and disappears through the door just as the first pirate-zombie staggers in.
Alas, he misses the neck. On most of them. He does mow straight through them, though, cutting them into pieces and clearing a path down the corridor toward the other cabins. He runs out of energy at the far end and looks back, somewhat disappointed that some of them are still moving. Maybe just an arm off here, half a torso there, but they're still groaning and reaching. That means he'll have to come back through and take their heads one by one. It's disgusting work, but it must be done.]
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[once the door is open, he kicks off with that uncontrollable speed, the blade of the sword held across his body and one arm behind it to brace it. He is a high-speed scythe himself, now, and disappears through the door just as the first pirate-zombie staggers in.
Alas, he misses the neck. On most of them. He does mow straight through them, though, cutting them into pieces and clearing a path down the corridor toward the other cabins. He runs out of energy at the far end and looks back, somewhat disappointed that some of them are still moving. Maybe just an arm off here, half a torso there, but they're still groaning and reaching. That means he'll have to come back through and take their heads one by one. It's disgusting work, but it must be done.]