Shane's Hatchet arced through the air, a silver flash that ended in a sickening crunch.
Crack!
A part of the Crypt Crawler's body was frostbitten before it shattered! The Zombie went limp, its grip on the ceiling failing as it crashed to the ground.
Thud!
[ You have eliminated a Crypt Crawler Zombie. ]
The third notification finally appeared.
Shane stood over the corpse, his chest heaving, his Hatchet dripping with the fluids from the zombies he had killed.
He surveyed the carnage around him, the bodies of the crawlers lying still.
"That was tough…" Shane muttered as he calmed his breathing.
He had won; it was three against one, and his strength and agility were tested to their limits.
The silence of the mine returned, the echoes of the fight fading into memory.
Shane sheathed his Hatchet, a grim smile curved on his lips. He then checked the other notification that he ignored just now because he was still in combat.
