If one wished to be diplomatic, one might make the observation that Lelouch's swings were, at the very least, incredibly enthusiastic. One might even go so far as to say that, had there been no zombies at all and Lelouch had been wielding something somewhat more awe-inspiring than a tatty broom, the movements may have even been called graceful... at first. A little.

As things were, however, the fact that this was a life or death situation and Lelouch was becoming both more tired and more panicked the longer it went on did little to improve his already minimally effective blows. If this didn't end soon, he was either going to collapse, die, or both, and although he was trying to make his way back to his knight, he doubted Suzaku would appreciate having to deal with the three or so zombies shuffling after him on top of the one he was already fighting.

Lelouch's ill-advised attempts to fight the things himself were put on hold at a familiar-sounding yell, though, and confused (hadn't Suzaku still been behind the counter?), he shot a glance at the person standing on the counter and had enough time to confirm that it definitely wasn't his knight before one of the zombies' grasping hands took hold of the broom and made him leap backwards with a startled yelp. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-- he hadn't lost the broom, thank god, and the zombie was hardly interested in holding on to something it couldn't eat, but if they kept getting closer like that-- shit, shit, shit, shit, shitshitshitshitshit--