Damn but there was a lot of fucking drama over one bloody zombie, however much Storm hated these things for many reasons, this was more than overkill, and she was more interested in what had brought it here.  So the woman sighed and watched on with a somewhat bored expression on her face.<br/><br/>When the half orc turned to leave and search for more, she nodded, “Call me if yeah need me Sweetcheeks, fer now I’ll watch ve fackin show.” In reality Storm was keeping her eyes open for other events than the unfolding little show. “Remember yeah still owe me a fackin’ drink.”<br/><br/>With that Storm folded her arms, then unfolded them and started cleaning her nails with a knife. Always watching... Another sigh passed her lips, she would have to remember to give the idiot naked elf one of her special lectures on the idea STUPID KILLS.<br/><br/>As the new zombies started to claw their way out of the sand Storm readied for combat if she was needed, and she whistled for Sweetcheeks shouting at him to bring her a jug and a candle...” Yes it was a waste of good booze but it would save too many heroics...hopefully...<br/>