576 A Holy Woman's Last Prayer

"Are we dealing with a different breed of zombies today? For some reason, they are more organized and disciplined this time. I thought that the persistent explosions would have caused them to panic!" The Archmage said, watching the believers organize their ranks, preparing for another attack. 

"Hey, now. You don't really think that they are zombies, do you?" The Soul Armature Practitioner replied. Watching the believers advance with renewed vigor, he took a few red balls out of his pocket and thought, 'Which little beastie wants some fresh air today?'