Ittindi had something to worry about indeed as soon as the zombie’s words finished he launched straight into him. His speed caught him by surprised and Ittindi would go flying backwards into a wall, the walls must of have been as old as the zombie as debris went flying from the impact. While it hurt, the older material must of absorbed more of the shock than a typical wall, since Ittindi was still good to go. He’d take the same practiced stance from his years of fighting with the Young Master. His left foot forward while his right offered his base support, Ittindi didn’t put his hands up in front of his face. Instead, they were underneath his chin, his white gloves were the only thing that remained clean from his outfit.
The zombie and the god were both chuckling, and he could hear murmurs from others who had started to gather in the throne room to watch Ittindi’s fight. While he wasn’t exactly versed in martial arts, he knew how to hold his own long enough to cast a spell or two. Or at least that’s what Ittindi would hope would happen. While the zombie was still laughing and the dust started to clear Ittindi would get a clear picture of the zombie, hoping he wouldn’t move anywhere but straight his arm would point directly out at the zombie. A green spell seal would appear in front of him as a strand of silk when straight for the zombie’s right arm hoping to cut it off with the flesh already weakened from centuries of rot.
Ittindi knew his attack had been successful because the first thing he heard was the zombie groan, the second being a loud smack. Suddenly he was on the ground, dazed with a squirmy arm beside him. The zombie was on the move once again, while still on the ground Ittindi’s left arm would go across his chest as another green seal would appear. The silk shield would barely manifest seconds before the zombie was once again on Ittindi this time bearing his teeth trying to bite past his silk shield. Ittindi would manage to find leverage and push him off.
His shield couldn’t take another bite like that, or any stronger attack from the zombie, by now the crowd around were cheering…Well it was hard for Ittindi to make out exactly what sound was coming from the unholy crowd. It seemed more like his Young Master’s crowd than his. Ittindi would take the offensive now going to shoulder slam the zombie. He knew it wouldn’t be very effective, but he wanted the crowd to be worked a little more before he tried a victory spell.
To his surprise the zombie didn’t seem to have much constitution or control of his body as they both fell to the ground from Ittindi’s shoulder check. Another part of the zombie’s body had fallen off to his disgust, the ichor and dried blood splattering and ruining all his outfit. He had to hold his emotions at bay, all he wanted to do was vomit and change his clothes. Ittindi knew that he couldn’t do any crowdwork after this. He’d put his shield down against the Zombie’s face as he put his right hand where he approximated the zombie’s bridge of his nose was. As the spell seal appeared, Ittindi would dismiss his shield, just in time for the zombie to try and turn his face to bite.
A single string would shoot through the decayed zombie’s head piercing, but before he could make purchase his magic fizzled out. The god was standing up and looking down on him, Ittindi couldn’t make out his facial expression, but he could feel the satisfaction wash over him like a wave. Then when he went to look the god in the eyes he was out in the jungle again. A mysterious token in his hand, and his outfit was still ruined so Ittindi knew what had just happened wasn’t a dream.