It was time now for Bobby's first offense. If it were up to him, Kitty would be inside with the others. He didn't want her in the battle, but he knew there was no choice. While keeping her in the corner if his eye, he stood in position on top of a planters pot and put his hands up in the air. A stream of ice burst from his hands thirty feet into the air and as it fell toward the ground the stream broke into hundreds of large ice sickles. They shot down into the crowd like bullets. The sickles impaled the zombies in the head and chest. Only a few were killed, most of them were only slowed down. This tactic proved to be less effective than he thought.
Bobby jumped down and yelled with his hands to the sides of his mouth.
"Troy!" That's all he had to do was yell his name. The water warrior would know what to do. It was something they practiced in the danger room. It was a way to restrain some of the attackers for their short-range defense. Meanwhile a few yards in front of the encroaching mass, Bobby formed large stalagmites of ice out of the ground. He was hoping some would run into them and at least slow them down a little more.