Kristoph drummed his fingers along the synthetic material, his brother's wasteful display of energy being the source of contempt. "Klavier." The name rang with loathing and disgust. "Calm yourself. I need you to focus. Focus." His hand reached out and over the younger man's shoulder, in hopes of drawing attention to the one human in the area. Who was frankly willing to throw him at the zombie horde at this point.
Before he could explain on the why, however, a flash of lights and a roar flew past the pairs' visual range. A truck, came the identification. The corner of his lips twitched in amusement. Someone had been clever.
"We need," he continued, as though no interruption had taken place, "to move. We will discuss the details--" Here, he paused to whirl at another approaching zombie and bring down a second barrage of strikes into poor sap's head. "--later. Let's go."
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/674856.html?thread=55770408#t55770408).]
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Before he could explain on the why, however, a flash of lights and a roar flew past the pairs' visual range. A truck, came the identification. The corner of his lips twitched in amusement. Someone had been clever.
"We need," he continued, as though no interruption had taken place, "to move. We will discuss the details--" Here, he paused to whirl at another approaching zombie and bring down a second barrage of strikes into poor sap's head. "--later. Let's go."
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/674856.html?thread=55770408#t55770408).]