There was a dull impact in the center of his back. Zuko looked down to see the tip of an arrow protruding from his chest. He spun -- his claw fingers at the ready -- to see figures emerging from the snow, charging toward him. One of them was notching another arrow in his compound bow. They’d buried themselves and waited for him.
There were five of them in total, one had the bow and arrow, the others all had swords. Fire and explosions had failed Ozai, it looked as though he was now going to try dismemberment.
Another arrow caught him in the throat, lodging itself halfway in his neck.
It was a good day to be undead.



This is not mine, it is from the 'Enter the Zombie' rpg book, I have just changed the names and some of the words