The worrisome expression upon Michiru's face shifted some, lips pulled into a small, wary grin-a rare smile for her partner-and she gestured toward the mob of zombies making their way towards the two, very alive senshi. "I always seem to have to, don't I, Uranus-san", she teased back easily. Protecting Haruka was far from a joking manner; the teal haired woman would die for her lover and she knew Haruka would do the same for herself in the heat of battle. Though such drastic actions were far from stuck within the confines of battle, no matter what the situation or danger, Michiru knew she could always count on the blond to have her back and do whatever was necessary to protect her. Michiru ,without a doubt, would do the same. "Besides, I couldn't let you have all the fun yourself, could I?" It was hardly so much of a game, but with witty quips and words, it was hard to believe that the two might harbor any fear of a possible gruesome death at the teeth and cold fingers of the undead slowly surrounding them.
With ease and elegance, Haruka took to the air, blond hair ruffled, before she landed perfectly in place behind the Sea Senshi's back. Immediately, the scent of wind overwhelmed Michiru and she inhaled deeply. Despite the horrible situation they were facing, the smell was calming and somehow, she believed, no, she knew, they would make it through this fight or die together trying. Her oceanic eyes shifted, following her partner's gaze. They were definitely surrounded now. A few minor groans filled the air as Haruka moved, cutting down a few zombies who strayed too close to her. Michiru's mirror made quick work, a bright, powerful light cutting through a string of zombies moaning and groaning their way towards the pair.
"Violence, I'm afraid", she quipped, raising her mirror to take out a few more stragglers before she turned back to the blond at her back. "Shall we split? Opposite directions and take them out one on one?"