It wasn't like Greg hadn't pulled all-nighters before, but for some reason he was starting to drag his feet as he headed back towards the village from his self-assigned patrol around the borders of town. Those monster things, inferi or zombies or whatever the bastards were, really did seem to be gone, and maybe now all there was to do was focus on building everything back up and helping the people who were sick.
Of course just as he was starting to think that was really the case, he heard the sounds of fighting up ahead. Adrenaline kicked in instantly, lifting his heavy feet into a quick jog. When he caught sight of the monster he wanted to groan, but didn't stop to react even that much. He just sped up the road to the girl who was fighting the thing all on her own. He was a few feet back when she lobbed a hunk of stone at the thing and its blood got everywhere. Including all over her.
Cursing under his breath he lunged at her and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the thing a little harder than he meant to. He let her go fast when she yanked away from him, but circled around until she'd have to go past him to get to the thing again. "Oi, stop!" he said, sharp, unsure if she was already raving or if she actually had horses around to be killed. He yanked off his jacket and held it out to her. "You got blood on you, you know what that's doing to people. Wipe it off, might help." And before she could answer he turned on the creature and lofted the blood and slime-crusted wooden beam he'd been using as a club most of the night.
"Getting real sick of you fuckers," he said through his teeth, stepping between the girl and the monster and lunging right back at it, heaving the club like a cricket bat and catching the thing right on the underside of it chin. He jumped out of the way instantly in a move that had become instinctive, in case it shot blood out again.