[ Rikki can't help but laugh hearing Annabeth's commentary, and she drops off the roof directly onto the head of one of the zombies - it may not do much, but vibranium-soled boot backed by a hundred and twenty pounds and the momentum of a long fall will at least put a dent in its skull. The impact knocks it to the ground, and she follows it with a slash to the back of its neck. ]
Zombies aren't well-known for their brains. Not where I'm from, anyway. [ She grins at Annabeth, whirling to smash the edge of her shield into one of the creatures' reaching arms. She hears a bone snap, and it probably shouldn't feel as satisfying as it does. ] Mind if I even the odds a little?
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Zombies aren't well-known for their brains. Not where I'm from, anyway. [ She grins at Annabeth, whirling to smash the edge of her shield into one of the creatures' reaching arms. She hears a bone snap, and it probably shouldn't feel as satisfying as it does. ] Mind if I even the odds a little?