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From between the gaps in the mighty walls villagers craned their necks hoping to bear witness to the scene before them. For over a week their small sanctuary had been completely surrounded by flesh hungry undead. Cut off from the outside world and the search teams sent to retrieve vital supplies the inhabitants were quickly using up the little they had. Then, out of nowhere, the man and the lion came.
The pair were spotted a mile out by guards manning the parapets atop the massive log stockade. They walked without worry, never increasing their speed and only pausing to dispatch those undead that were unlucky enough to be deemed a threat. The sentries watched through binoculars as both man and beast were bitten repeatedly without injury. They stared in amazement as the duo tore creatures to bits without breaking a sweat. That was more than 12 hours ago, the sun had set yet they didn’t falter. Now it began to rise and despite the seemingly endless onslaught of zombies the pair never faltered. Bodies of the truly dead lie torn asunder forming a ring within which the combatants fought.
During a momentary break in the battle the pair stood back to back, a smile crept up the face of the gore splattered man and villagers swear a bigger one graced the face of the lion. At some unspoken signal the man thrust his arms out and swung them towards one another, as the bracelets on his wrists met a thunderous crash exploded from them which was met simultaneously by the ear splitting roar of the lion. Villagers covered their ears. The ground shook. Some say the heavens parted. The remaining undead approaching the pair vaporized. When the reverberation died away the villagers looked in awe as the pair simply turned and walked back the way they had come.
"O, woe be the day the enemy descends, mourn we will, for the sake of all that's holy in this universe....
... 'cause the Alley Viper Corps is gonna fuck it ALL up!" - NFC