The smell. That affected him more than the pain that throbbed at the bite marks on his face. It had clamped directly on his face. The combination of rotting flesh, and putrid breath was enough to make the samurai want to hurl. The pain didn't help at all, but it was at least something he was used to, and could deal with.
This smell however, would most likely forever burn inside of his nose. As soon as the monster let go, his hands shot up to his face. When he opened his eyes, he looked down at his hands, which were caked in blood. He couldn't tell if it was his blood, or the blood of the corpse that had just sucked him of his vitality. He lifted his head, and his adrenaline kicked in(or at least thats what he thought).

Everything slowed down, and blurred a bit as he looked in different directions. It was all happening before him as if in a slow motion picture. A purple aura began to surround him, as he got back into a fighting position. He was ready to go to war again. He kicked off, gaining speed faster than normal. Everything seemed as if it had slowed down for no reason. He darted towards a re-dead that looked as if it were about to attack the archer that was currently occupied with another walking corpse. The samurai extended his blades, and shoved them both towards the back of the creature's skull.

OOC: Short post sorry, zee majuh needed to use zee computuh.