Day 52: Top Side
ROOOARRRR!
[They combine now?!]
[They combine now!]
'Well, that's noticeably different.'
For the past month or so, Dante and his horde had been dealing with an increasingly mutating army of zakos that didn't seem to understand the term, "surrender".
And today was yet another peak in their development plan: giant zakos made by combining multiple zakos into one being.
The first few waves of these attacks, namely consisted of club wielding mooks that didn't know any better than to simply swing and hope something died because of it.
A few days after this, the zakos shafted getting smarter and stranger.
The club-wielders were replaced with short swords.
The wave tactics became ambush attacks, I stead.
And mixed j to the forces were now ranged zakos armed with strange, spike spitting weapons.
Little by little, the horde of unruly zakos started resembling more and more like a professional army and less like the horde of monsters that they originally were.
