445 This Is My Last Resort

The 'direct approach' in question was a simple but brutal strategy: Zakum the fox lunged at the undead and swung its claws and its tail, knocking over those rushing towards the trio. When hit, the undead fell as easily as the pieces of a torn paper. The tentacles behind the fox lashed out at the undead like angry vipers, blowing away the undead that Zakum missed. 

Mr. Bear joined the trio and barrelled through the undead; its attacks were a force to be reckoned with. Unlike the flashy attacks doled out by the trio — Zakum the fox, Potter the owl, and Sunny the sunflower — Mr. Bear's attacks seemed basic. It only performed sweeping motions with its claws and howled — techniques that could performed if one rolled their face over the keyboard, pressing every button on it. However, due to the bear's immense strength, the seemingly mundane attacks wrath terrifying levels of devastation. The undead were like stalks of wheat being cut down by a sharp sickle.