Simon shifts around Mara, stepping between the zombie and Mara, drawing his mace up, his holy symbol glowing as he quickly utters a prayer to Pelor, raising the club and trying to bring it down on the nearest corpse's head. However, he doesn't stop the fervent prayers of battle, even as he tries to crush the living corpse into the dust. "Pelor, watch over us and protect us this day..." He mutters as he brings his mace down to his side, then hefts it over his head and brings it down hard in an attempt to hit the walking dead before him.

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Shifting one square to the spot above Mara and then takes a swing at Z3

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