Grr!
Graawr!
He was just shouting when the zombie horde started to rush toward him.
"Fuck!"
Cursing in frustration, he left the now small zombie group around him and rushed over to James' side.
"I… I'm sorry sir Luke…" James immediately started apologizing when he saw him but Luke ignored him and sternly said.
"This is the first and last time I'm going to do this for you. If you can't gather your courage even after this, then you'll certainly die sooner or later."
Saying this, gripped his hands that were holding the sword, helped him aim at the limbless zombie in thrashing about on the ground in front of him and pushed down.
Puchi!
The sword pierced the zombie's forehead, and skewered its brain.
James looked at the now dead zombie in a daze. Then the sound of the system message filled his mind.
[You've killed a level 7 zombie.]