The dead Attacks

I kneeled over my parents' grave, paying my respects. For some reason it just didn't feel right to prey to their shrine when it was so easy to visit the cemetery. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but it didn't matter. I was with my parents. They don't judge like my class mates do.

He wasn't being strange for once, if anything he looked solemn, he passed right by ace without so much as a quip, doing the same to her as well continuing on to stop at a small patch of some of the older graves which were crumbling and illegible were he sat down far enough off that they could hardly see him as he sat down

"Eh!" I whipped my head around at an unfamiliar sound. I wiped a tear from my face and saw a Shibusen standing next to a hand. "Awe shit..."

"I didn't come here to deal with this." I said as I walked over to the grave.

I growled at the thought of their graves being decimated.

Of all things... this just had to happen... I could already feel it pulsing through my veins. The insanity. The madness. [I swear to god... if they lay one finger on those tombstones.] I shook my head and my hair fell over my face in a mess. My maniacal laughter began once again. This wouldn't be a DWMA versus zombie fight. This was going to be a battle royal, and I would be damned if I wasn't going down without a fight.

Droon looked back in shock before returning to his old self a relentless chuckle beginning to come from his throat. He launches into the air extending several blades he lands and stabs them through the ground before they come out

I changed my arm in to a blade and chain, and began whipping it around at almost everything in the graveyard, including people and trees.

Naga looked on in dismay[ zombies r easy to kill but seriously!? I gotta clean up the mess!] naga was momentarily consumed in flame as he took the form of a huge black dragon with heavy muscles and a great horned head his enormous claws extended as he began destroying all the zombies in a matter of seconds. He went back to human form and began cleaning without even looking at the astonished students

Naga did not acknowledge them but simply continued getting rid of the mess

Every movement the stranger naga makes seems practiced and graceful, his long hair makes him seem majestic, even as he bends over to pick up one of the zombies severed arms and throws it away in a can