[Here's the thing: that zombie sure is reaching for him, arm outstretched, fingers grasping--
--until it isn't. Rather suddenly, with a wet slicing sound, that arm is on the ground. The zombie's head is quick to follow, removed from its shoulders in short order before the body is shoved back into the one behind it. The next zombie reaching for Edward quickly goes the way of the former, the figure now between Edward and the encroaching group moving quickly, darting between them to take out the first wave. When they're taken care of, and the second group starts to move in, Edward will finally get a look at his rescuer (?)--a bit shorter than average with dark hair and a hooked nose, hands clenched around and umbrella which...is that a blade sticking out of the top??? It might be.
Either way, there's no time to really ponder that as the man turns to look at him, blue eyes piercing as they take him in]
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--until it isn't. Rather suddenly, with a wet slicing sound, that arm is on the ground. The zombie's head is quick to follow, removed from its shoulders in short order before the body is shoved back into the one behind it. The next zombie reaching for Edward quickly goes the way of the former, the figure now between Edward and the encroaching group moving quickly, darting between them to take out the first wave. When they're taken care of, and the second group starts to move in, Edward will finally get a look at his rescuer (?)--a bit shorter than average with dark hair and a hooked nose, hands clenched around and umbrella which...is that a blade sticking out of the top??? It might be.
Either way, there's no time to really ponder that as the man turns to look at him, blue eyes piercing as they take him in]
You're a Master, aren't you?
[it's snapped, impatient.]