Me: Time for zombie action! Hooray! There's also probably gonna be some Bob the Builder, Lawn Gnome and Unicorn action.

Samik: Can I write this chapter?

Me: No.

Samik: Please?

Me: No.

Samik: Pretty please?

Me: No.

Samik: *starts to whimper* Pweese?

Me: I said no!

Samik: *looks at me with doe eyes* Pretty please with sugar on top?

Me: *whacks* No. Your doe eyes aren't going to work on me.

Samik: ...Please?

Me: You're pathetic.

Samik: Pweese?

Me: *grabs in headlock* While I mercilessly whack him, please enjoy this chapter that I wrote.

Enia's POV

I must say that I do enjoy a good fight. Expecially when the person is way below my skill level and I can just wail on them. A challenge is nice too I suppose. A fight with zombies was... interesting. They were a constant crushing force, extremly persistent but not that smart. You had to beware of their teeth and instantly clamp your mouth shut when they spewed. The only sure fire way to kill them was to demolish their brain. The best way to do it - if you're an if - is to make some sort of spear out of whatever element you bend and slam it into their skull. But if you're not an elf... well, you'd better hope you have some kinda weapon, or, you're screwed. Busting heads is fun...

There were probably about... I donno... 200 zombies. Joyous wonders.

Samik no longer looked scared, he hurled a rock spear through the first zombie's head. It fell to the ground, its low moan silenced. The flame that lept from my hand turned razor sharp on one end and sliced through the heads of three zombies. Luckily for us the space we were trying to defend was narrow so only a couple of zombies could get through. Lucky us, unlucky them.

The next spear Samik threw hit a zombie's head, went through, pulling the zombie along with it, hit the zombie behind it and so on until they rammed into the wall. He looked at me and grinned, "Beat that."

"Oh you are on." I flicked my fingers at the zombies as if I was going to thwack one of them on the head. The Finger Flick is the most powerful move in the Universe. It creates a super big explosion. Small movement, big result. KKKKAAAAAAAABBBBOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!! Exploding zombies, "Turn away!" I yelled. We did, just before we got splattered with black red-hot zombie bits. The fire blast singed the back of my neck, ow.

"Um... Enia?"

"What?"

"Look," Samik pointed down the hallway... at an angry glump of Lawn Gnomes sprinting at us at full speed with a screaming Bob the Builder wielding a bloody chainsaw leading them. Most of the Lawn Gnomes were small, blue-hatted and smiling hugely, the most vicious kind.

"Protect your feet!" I yelled.

"What?"

"Lawn Gnomes enjoy eating feet."

"Ah. That's to bad. My feet enjoy being non-mutilated and biologically attached to legs."

"I know, mine too."

Quickly we encased our precious feet in rock, "Throw stuff at them!" I cried. So we did. Lawn Gnome after Lawn Gnome fell but still they kept coming... and coming... coming... and coming. No matter how much we threw for every one Lawn Gnome that fell there were two more to take its place. And no matter how many we threw and no matter the accuracy Bob the Builder remained unharmed.

"He's got some sort of force field around him," Samik gulped.

"That's a problem."

We continued chucking stuff anyways, at least we would take out as many of them as we could before they hit us. But they didn't hit us. There was a flash of light and they all froze, Bob's chainsaw an inch from cleaving Samik's neck in two. Around the corner, clip-clopping slowly, came six neon colored unicorns, "Larry, Garry, Harry, Mary, Jerry and Perry!" I yelled happily.

Larry inclined his head, Garry glared at us, Harry attempted to preform a spell on us - it didn't work - Mary started at nothing, Jerry tried to look heroic - but failed - and Perry made doe eyes at us.

"Super Gnome Sweep!" Larry announced. All the unicorns bowed their head and closed their eyes. Their horns began to glow and there was a sudden flash of light. We closed our eyes against the glare and we opened them all that was left of the Lawn Gnome were small piles of ash. Bob the Builder was still unharmed.

"What just happened?" Samik asked.

"It's the ultimate Lawn Gnome killing technique," Larry explained.

"That's cool," I said, "But we gotta go, we have a chicken to fry."

"Do we really have to fry him?" Samik asked.

"It was just a saying, Samik," I sighed, exasperated. Sometimes, sometimes, he's just so annoying.