[Final Warrior]

Raphael: Fine by me.

*Raphael cleaves a zombie in half vertically, as one half grips his arm. He spins, ripping off the arm and cutting the vertical half in half again, horizontally. He backflips backwards, the dismembered arm still gripping his left forearm. Raphael holds it forth and casts a Field of Immolation spells. Whatever zombies and living things within the field lgiht of fire, burning with the intenisty of a small star. However, the flames quench themselves in five seconds, and the ground remains unscarred, although the air is filled with the smell of burning, rotted fesh.*

Raphael: I trust that you are taking care of the zombies, Tyravael?

Tyravael: It is done.

*A blast of white light later, and the field is devoid of any unholy unliving things, save the headless/armless zombie, which was not caught in the blast.*

Raphael: It seems on intent on surviving. It seems that we may have anew tenant. Unless the good lady wishes it otherwise?