Hans panted as he lashed out with his daggers yet again. Dale didn’t know what he was attacking at first, then saw a few zombies drop a half dozen feet from them. He must be using his wind affinity to increase the range of his attacks. Probably because… Dale looked at Hans. Yup. Perfectly clean still. “Your reluctance to get filthy in combat is song worthy, Hans!” Dale called over, breaking the tension and putting smiles back on the faces of his friends. “Don’t you dare!
