<br/>At the last moment, Arslan overcompesated to avoid hitting a comely, fiery skinned girl of seeming ignan persuasion.  The qarrel crackled past the shammbling corpse and imbeded in the ground, quivering for an instant before exploding, leaving a small crater and a cloud of earth.<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/><em>Flash Forwards to next round.</em><br/><br/>The shifter hissed a curse that swelled into a roar as he slowly flexed his muscles and clenched his fists, glowing golden as war songs eccoed down through the centuries to fill him.  "All right," he growled, voice resonant with joyous fighting spirit, "lets do this."<br/><br/>Not long ago, an adventuring construction worker had pullied himself into the trees.  It was a warrior of the windwalkers who now leapt out, unconcerned with the twently foot drop, to land in an easy crouch, then spring towards the zombies, not even bothering to draw steel or chirt.