Since Loman was obstructing the entrance he almost bumped into the boy. Having realized this he moved out of the way, helping himself to a corner of the tent, minding his own business.
"Hey, sorry. Oh, okay, thanks."
He'd be more enthusiastic in his thanking, but for some reason he wasn't in the mood. Now that he made the choice to come here, he was regretting it a whole bunch, and his stomach was still turning. The anticipation was killing him, the waiting was driving him crazy. He wasn't too excited to throw himself into a horde of zombies, but he needed to do something, anything.
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One of his legs were shuffling nervously on the spot again. Areva was there but the other guy she was with looked so intense he couldn't muster the courage to say hello. No talking to eating no bathroom breaks, just standing waiting to die. Without running around to distract him, the seriousness of his situation was starting to weigh on him.
"Ah!"
*Snap!*
"What?"
That's why when the captain walked in so suddenly, he gasped with a start. Underneath his foot was the short bow he forgot all about, he must have dropped it and stepped backwards when he was startled. Picking it up, he inspected the damage while the captain gave his speech. It was just a crack, he didn't care too much for the bow since he didn't know how to use it, but he didn't want to get in trouble if it broke.
You are going to charge the enemy down the center and cut their approach in half. Fortunately, there's no greater undead in their ranks; all you have to do is shut down brain function and the monster will no longer be a threat. Don't be afraid to swing at their necks or shoot for their skulls. Rush from here to the canyon and destroy every undead in your path. Any monster you fail to kill will continue its path to the city. Your task is to reach the canyon, divide their approach in two, and-- if possible --locate the legion's source."
Loman summarized the command. Rush to the canyon, break some heads. He grabbed his weapons and followed Talon's lead, hoping that some simple running and smashing could do the job. It was all he knew.
Offtopic: Run on post, sick, FUCK IT.