"It can't be... and yet that bellicose roar is but no one else..." Raphael had to brace himself, as the air around him suddenly converged and ripped through the atmosphere like a vicious hurricane. A brief flash of rainbow light forecasted the being before him, head bowed and twin swords drawn.
"Well then, punk. Fancy seeing you in your 32-bit quality here. Not that it matters, since my 256-bit processing prowess will-"
Raphael interrupted the new figure's speech as he dived to spear a zombie that had snuck up behind. "Hmph. von Rhodes. What is it you want with me? Can't you tell that there are ZOMBIES that are more intent with watching us all drop like metaphorical flies? Can you get that bit of understanding in your cudgel of a brain, or are you here for your revenge?"
von Rhodes made no reaction.
"Revenge, as they, say, is best served cold. Obviously this locale is far too heated for THAT to happen now, but mark me; I will see through to my victory. But for now, at least, punk, you are safe." He was grudgingly thankful at having been 'saved' from a gruesome fate by zombies, but right now von Rhodes was more inquisitive on another being in the vicinity. "Say, that welch over there reminds me quite well of your lady companion from ages past, Ms Harumizu. How inappropriate for women like her to be in battle-"
Raphael started. "Eugh, not THIS again. Why don't you take your pride and use it to crush that battalion of zombies?" In doing so, the knight of thunder began another incantation - but this time his left arm glowed with an intricate insignia.
"Ahahaha! But of course! Those undead are lower than the lowest of punks. Crush them I will." And with that, von Rhodes took off like the wind, swords glowing deep green, and charged through the incoming brigade.