[Action Log]

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Who; Neji, Lee, Tenten.
What; Competition of zombie pwnage, rawr.
When; Lunchtime :D
Where; A hill overlooking the training grounds.

Neji was halfway through his bento when a breeze picked up, pushing its way through the trees and Neji's hair and Lee's abominable bowl cut...and carrying the distinct scent of...unpleasantness. The Hyuuga looked up,

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Neji had crossed his arms and was watching Lee with a look of mild contemplation on his face. A competition...well. It would have been a competition without the announcement, at least for Lee. Neji'd become a bit better at bothering to care about what their interactions had meant to Lee as the years had progressed, but he was still, well. How to put it delicately. Better.

Not that throwing down a bunch of just barely mobile, rotting, brain-craving former nin (Neji had noticed a few dangling bits of metal with the Konoha crest) was really a test of his skill, but they were overrunning the training grounds. And Lee had used the word dispatch, so Neji might as well reward him for the expansion of his vocabulary.

He glanced sharply at Tenten as one of the green corpses ambled toward him. "I hope you're planning on buying your own, then," he said, slamming the side of his hand into the things face.

It sunk in, skin and flesh melting away into a veritable pudding of goo. Disgusting. Neji yanked his hand back and realized that this was going to be a bit more bothersome than he'd thought. These things didn't have chakra; he was going to have to get his hands dirty.

Well, fine. He hadn't trained with Lee all these years for nothing.

"A competition, then," Neji agreed, landing a kick to the head of a (fresh?) zombie.

It bounced and rolled a few feet before the body dropped.