Freya had no time to dodge.
Her heart pounded as the massive hammer came crashing down toward her.
WHOOSH!
SLICE!
A circular blade-like object suddenly whizzed through the air, slicing clean through the undead's thick, rotting neck.
SHNK!
The head separated from its body, flipping once before crashing to the ground.
THUD!
The giant's lifeless corpse toppled over, the hammer slamming into the dirt with a heavy clang.
Freya's breath hitched.
She immediately whipped her head around, searching for the source of the attack.
Then—she saw it.
The spinning blade boomeranged back, arcing through the air before landing perfectly in the hand of its thrower.
It was one of Alex's clones.
But as Freya's eyes locked onto the weapon, she realized something.
That wasn't a blade at all.
It was… a hat.
The same hat he always wore.
The clone casually flipped it in his hand, then placed it back onto his head as if nothing had happened.
