From the side of his head his eyes gleam with a spark of light. As the men draw closer he tenses his muscles up preparing to strike like a viper coiled up and cornered. Once they are within touching distance the men rear their axes back to attack Zee and he spins ruthlessly holding his leg out sweeping every man close to him then jumps into the air still spinning kicking the axes out of the hands of the men. He lands and takes his flask out of his pocket chugging the liquor inside and the men take this opportunity to strike at him. He dodges the attacks in what seems to be a drunken stupor and both of his hands are clenched into fists with his index and middle finger protruded out mimicking holding a bottle. In between each dodge he chugs the flask and finishes it tossing it aside and it l
