Killershard
Lord of Bepis
Waldron stood there, waiting with his fists balled up. He then raised a hand; he could've told her to move, and just went on to killing them one by one. Yet with a greatsword the size of his, it may not be that hard to cleave through zombies. Waldron was finally able to calm down, sighing, then he raised one valid point in his mind, a point that had history to it "Those zombies are a lot stronger than you think Emmalia, when it's night and they really are all conjoined in one blob, they all move and strike like they're one single entity... They rip and tear flesh and never stop..." He said the last part in a tone as if he was quoting someone else. He became visibly tense with hatred and anger again "Fine, fine if you want to wait, i'll go with you. We'll get them all at once." He sighed, looking for something to pass the time in this lowly village. Waiting for something like this; every minute would feel like hours for him. If they really were going to wait, it would take him a lot of willpower. If Emmalia, the one with a calm head at the moment, thought this would be the better way to go, he could trust her.