Running like a mad man that was being chased by the devil himself I raced to the dragon keep splashing the rain with every step I took. 

 “What is wrong; what is happening please talk to me,” Alisha asks between heavy gasp of breath. “

I should have known I” mumbled over in my head like a chorus of a song.

 Aaron had a deep connectional bond with Sarah at first sight and Jack well he just a insane berserker one who lives for battle. 

I should have known this was going to happen but I never thought so soon. As I thought of this I dared not answer Alisha questions. 

A scream caused me to stop dead in my tracks as I slowly turn to see Alisha tripped over a dead branch.

 I didn’t linger I rushed to her side to give her a helping hand. As I draw close lighting strikes behind me striking down a tree with deep fierce anger. It went aflame within seconds now blocking the path of the dragon keep. It didn’t take long for us to surround by orange fires of hell. I cursed as I help Alisha to her feet. 

Mahwah.... 

My heart raced with worry, but I had no time to worry about the others as I felt the earth tremble beneath us. 

Deep hollow moans escaped from the ground. Dread washed over me as my arm burned like never before. My body tense and my nose smelt it; sinkholes appeared and revealed the undead with eyes flaming green that carried short daggers and swords. 

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I closed my eyes and chant a weaponry spell and my practice sword appeared in my hands. Alisha looked straight ahead trance with fear all her will to fight was gone only lies in her eyes was dread. So I stood in front of her protecting her from any harm with my body. 

No one moved as we stare down each other. I counted at least 10 in front of me. The numbers of them could be endless I knew from experience; I dared not move and calmed my mind so I could focus.  I hold the katana with right hand extended onto the handle as if shaking hands or gripping a golf club. The forefinger wraps around the handle, with the first knuckle joint touching the back of the guard. The rain came down beastly covering my body I griped my sword tightly and impatiently attacked.  

I knew I was being rash but got damn it Alisha life was in danger! With my sword held high above my head.  Instantly I brought the sword down with a deadly pension; slicing my first attacker in halve. The sound of the sword going through bone was nerve racking. My  entire hand is rocked back slightly until the palm rests against the top of the handle. 

I slightly squeeze  while rotating the sword to the left. Whenever a strike is made, the squeezing motions for both hands is intensified as the edge nears the target.Side stepping to my right I arc my blade swiftly striking down a nearby zombie legs; only to temporally hold them off.  Being as my enemies are the undead I try to aim for the head but it is hard.  Not only am I overwhelmed but I'm also trying to protect Alisha has yet to break her fear.  I move quickly with a forward slicing cut and get rewarded with a loud shriek of pain.