"Mark, you take the wounded one," Uncle Ziggy said. "I will take the one using the bow. Xian, you can have the one holding the hammer. Jojo, you can have the Zombie Mage, and James, do justice to the swordsman."
"Boring..." Uncle James muttered as he looked at the zombie swordsman. He was a ranged fighter, and now he was tasked with taking care of a close-range fighter. It just didn't seem logical to him.
"If it's boring, I can take him," Uncle Xian said. But before he could finish his request, Uncle James' boomerang moved.
He would rather fight a boring battle than allow the axe brute to have all the fun. Uncle Xian just laughed and lunged toward his target.
They clashed, sending sparks and shockwaves. Uncle Xian didn't use any active skills; all his attacks came from sheer brute strength. But that was already enough to send sparks flying.
