[ Hei watches Korra summon a tornado for a pick-and-drop. As gravity yanks her opponents down, making them splatter at odd angles like broken toys, he re-focuses on his own slamfest. The first zombie and then another are decapitated -- a lash of wires and the razor-edge of his blades enough to sever brittle cartilage and muscle. They won't stay dead, but it's enough to create a window. He takes the advantage to use the chainlink fence he's backed against as a fulcrum to kick up and out. Another zombie goes down under his crashtackle, right before he launches himself knife-first at a big one. ]
[ He has no idea what Korra plans to do with her own (currently-debilitated) zombies. But he suspects this curse is wider-reaching than those that end by midnight. ]
[ High on adrenaline, a dark part of him singing from violence and nonstop motion, he slashes and strangles, leaving a twitching carpet of bodies in his wake. Approaches Korra, gore-splattered but alert, his eyes narrowed behind his mask. He's prepared to fall back, to lure his prey into a venue with overhanging wires. Fry them all so they're out-of-commission much longer than a few hours. ]
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[ He has no idea what Korra plans to do with her own (currently-debilitated) zombies. But he suspects this curse is wider-reaching than those that end by midnight. ]
[ High on adrenaline, a dark part of him singing from violence and nonstop motion, he slashes and strangles, leaving a twitching carpet of bodies in his wake. Approaches Korra, gore-splattered but alert, his eyes narrowed behind his mask. He's prepared to fall back, to lure his prey into a venue with overhanging wires. Fry them all so they're out-of-commission much longer than a few hours. ]
[ What's her agenda for the night? ]