The Wind Spear Zombie, its focus locked on the spear in Zorvax's hands, moved with an urgency that blurred its decaying form. Each step was a rapid, almost ghostly glide across the broken pavement, showcasing its relentless drive to reclaim its weapon.
Zorvax, still grounded but far from defeated, clutched the spear with a firm grip. "You'll have to try harder than that!" he taunted, a playful yet defiant smirk crossing his face. With considerable effort, he thrust himself upright, his muscles straining against the pain of his recent injury. Using his impressive strength, he sent the spear spinning back towards the zombie with a force that cut through the air.