Nhieling puppet was now bumping into each zombie that got in his reach, making their head, arm, and mostly everything that could once have belonged to a human being fly in the air.
While doing this, Nhieling was staying behind the relative safety of his mate, delighting himself with the feeling of the flash and bone being torn apart by his puppet's scythe.
Now now... Said him, laughing, I want more, more... MORE.
Nhieling wasn't even paying attention fo the big ones, but since he got here, the small fry wasn't a problem at all, since he was able to take all of them by himself with his overwhelming speed.