The two hordes crashed together hard enough to shake the pavement beneath my feet.
There was no hesitation from the zombies on my side. They threw themselves into the Devourer's horde with an enthusiasm that would have been touching if it didn't involve claws ripping through rotting flesh and teeth tearing off anything that got too close.
And you know... zombies.
The half-jawed zombie disappeared into the crowd almost immediately, taking the red core with it. Another zombie leapt over him and drove both hands into an enemy's face, while three more dragged down something twice their size and started tearing through its skull.
Apparently, my zombies had a very specific strategy.
Kill first. Steal the zombie cores second.
I could respect that.
The Devourer's horde pushed forward without any of the coordination shown by mine.
