The distinctive sound of swords clashing rang out through the woods, metal colliding with metal, sparks spraying over the leaf-covered forest floor. You could hear the sounds of them sparring for miles.

The two former friends jabbed their swords towards each other, spinning on their heels. Both unwilling to let the other win. They jousted around, dodging and weaving between the trees - throwing pearls inches beside the others face, teleporting behind the other.

Joe slid behind a bush, readying his sword. He crept behind Cleo, the zombie sidestepping at the last second.

She whirled around, swinging the iron blade at her blue-clad enemy's legs. Fulfilling one of her empty threats - always promising to break his legs.

The brown haired man jumped over the weapon, stumbling backwards, thrown off his balance. Cleo charged at Joe, sword raised above her head.

She hooked her foot around his ankle, tripping the hermit. Cleo inched her sword towards Joe's neck, smiling broadly.

"You're done for." Cleo smirked at her opponent, ready to deal the final blow. Joe also smiled. "Not quite yet."

"Hey kids! You want some orange juice?"

They paused, sticks at each other's throats, to answer Joe's mom.

"Of coURSE we want orange juice!"

"Even zombies need sustenance!" 

She chuckled.

"Oh, zombies now are you?"

"No, just Cleo! I'm a hermit, an adventuring wanderer, going where the world takes me."

Joe spread his arms. "The earth itself is my home and my duty, I must protect it with my life. But this zombie, this agent of evil, seeks to destroy it!"

Score: 9