Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-5583506-20170808031305

(Yeah, Vin should be hovering over the courtyard doing Superman stuff.)

Once the walking undead were close enough, they all of a sudden raised their shields and lunged out at the group. They all needed to make evasive maneuvers or counter this attack to the best of their abilities.

Ylva was startled by the sudden attack, but nevertheless managed to grab a hold of the closest head she could find. The fire had softened the body up to the point where she could literally crush it in her palm, unwillingly mixing scorched bones and juicy, smoky brain tissue in-between her fingers.

She whinced in disgust and threw herself to the side as another ghoul came approaching.

The escaped inmates of the second cell block wouldn't wait for the heroes to begin their little investigation of which villain remained in their cell. Instead they frantically began to rush them, grabbing weapons from fallen guards or improvising by arming themselves with furniture or architecture.

"Remember; no killing unless you can't avoid it!" Preacher said, disarming an armed madman, drained him of his energy and then used it to conjure up a force field that sent the crook flying into a heap of his own allies.