When the music came on, Harlequin cocked his head, looking thoughtful as if trying to work out where the music came from. He got to his feet, and looking out the window saw the advancing undead. In one step he was suddenly outside, the virtual physics objecting slightly. As the tide staggered nearer, he waited quietly, then as it drew within a few meters he suddenly leapt forwards.
His axe swelled, yet still he held it lightly in one hand as he tore into the horde, his counter-charge knocking the nearest back, and before they could react he was moving again, leaping and spinning, his axe ripping and tearing.