👑 * ﹕ㅤㅤ wilhelm might be a sworn protector of mankind, leading every person he came across toward salvation, but he also had his own long-lived devotions, particularly to his childhood best friend. and so he looked for him everywhere⸻ in the terrified faces of every person he saved, in the dead bodies scattered across the streets, hacking and slashing his way through hordes of the undead in hopes for a sign of tommy. but it wasn't easy to find his way when darkness swallowed the city, and the only illumination left came from burning cars, streetlamps running on what little solar power they had left, some flickering emergency signs, and the gold radiance bleeding from the mystical sword in his hand.
and he wasn't sure how long he'd been out here, already lost count of how many of these abominations he'd put down, of how many tried to bite chunks off him, of how many more there were. all wilhelm really knew was that his shoulders ached, his hands hurt, and he was sheeted in too much dried blood that he needed a hot fucking shower. still, he kept moving⸻ because if there was even one person left in this city who needed help, then stopping wasn't really an option until he was completely running thin. then he heard a low boom from a distance, a sound so loud it almost seemed tangible, followed by a high-pitched shrieking noise, things that could only come from someone who could manipulate sound itself. tommy. relief hit him so hard it almost hurt.
so wilhelm sprinted to the source of the sound, excalibur glowing brighter in his hand as he vaulted over an overturned taxi and brought his sword down in a brutal arc, splitting the undead closest to tommy cleanly from shoulder to hip. " what's up? " he asked like it was just another day, grinning despite the situation, despite the exhaustion intertwined at every muscle in his body. all because he was reunited with his best friend, all because he was proud that tommy seemed to have already dispatched or distracted part of the horde somewhere else with his miracle, only needed to take care of a thin herd now. " you look good, by the way. did'ya do something new with your hair? " said as he sliced another undead in half, rotted organs spilled steaming onto the pavement, then stepped forward to split the next undead's skull open, followed by a sharp pivot to cut another undead across its midsection⸻ moving with such elegance like excalibur truly belonged in his hands, didn't even realize it was the first time tommy had ever seen him fight, with a glowing magical sword that could easily cut through these damned creatures no less, too focused on eliminating the rest of the undead in their vicinity to protect his best friend. @d1vert
