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| The Dead [Medium Quest]; Yamato, Mr. Satan, Krillin | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 23 2017, 12:49 AM (255 Views) | |
| Yamato | Jul 23 2017, 12:49 AM Post #1 |
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_________________________________________________________________ The tram arrived at Paprika City, welcoming the people inside to the tall buildings towering high upward and greenery scarce and tucked away. A tall figure stepped out from inside the doors that slid open, a small crowd of people following after him. Crimson orbs veered off to the side, both of the male's hands shoving into his pants' pockets. A scent soon came to his nose, causing it to wiggle slightly at the recognition of rotten flesh and coagulated blood. "Looks like my visit here today will be interesting." Came a small scoff from the redhead, his legs then shuffling forward to lead him further to leave the station. Yamato soon arrived at a home, the tall apartment looming over him as his knuckles collided with the wooden door. From within, a woman with long white hair stepped into view, her golden hues shimmering as she watched the male before her. "Yamato, you're back." The demon fortune teller smiled toward the wolf, her petite frame stepping aside to allow him entrance. "Sorry for not coming sooner, Aria." Yamato's hand lifted to glide through his carrot-strands. The woman led him into her living room as she took a seat on her sofa and peered up at him; patting the spot beside her. Indeed, they had much to catch up on. Throughout their conversation, the television began to pick up in volume, screams breaking their hushed words as the reporter began speaking in a panic. "I-I don't know how to say this... other than the dead have risen from the ground!" Yamato's eyebrow rose and Aria held her hands tightly to her own chest in surprise. "We advise everyone to stay in their homes and keep all doors and windows locked!" A soft grunt came from the male demon as he stood to his feet and headed towards the front door. "I'll be back later, Aria. Stay inside and be safe until then, alright?" Arms were felt wrapping around his middle as she pressed into his backside. "How about you be safe, okay? You're always so reckless..." A grin spread over his lips at this as he twisted around half way to ruffle a hand through her albino strands. Without another word, he left through the door, only for it to shut and bolt up behind him. His long legs began moving and took him down the stairs until he reached ground level, his blood colored eyes darting around the now silent and empty city. A low moans and shuffling soon hit his sensitive ears, his body jerking to the side as he noticed a hoard of undead beginning to round the corner and into his general direction. The demon's fists clenched at his sides as a larger grin began to tug his lips upward. The thrill for battle was always something that got him in such a mood after all. Before he could begin his fight, he noticed four figures above, their shadows disappearing once he caught them in his sight. "The hell is goin' on?" [align=center]WC: 508 [/align] |
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| Pryde | Jul 23 2017, 12:17 PM Post #2 |
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This is Krillin’s first time in Parika City, a place known for its large buildings and shopping sections. Krillin made his way down the streets, his eyes off into the horizon casual scanning through the windows of a couple small shops that lined the streets. His hands lifted up over his head, interlocking his fingers and resting them against the smooth skin on the back of his bald dome. His back arched slightly as he took a large inhale and smiled looking into one of the shops. This was just what he was looking for, new clothes for the shorter men. Approaching the glass his hand cupped slightly around his large eyes. Following suit his face pinned itself against his hands as he glared inside the store, it seemed rather empty and quiet for a town that was known for its fast pace and population. The Monk shrugged to himself, eh, more for me then! hehe. Krillin thought to himself before pressing onward through the store’s entrance. The Small Bald Warrior was in awe as he walked through the store. Normally it was extremely difficult for him to find clothing that would fit him. He would either have to go find some kind of designer store for the vertically challenged or shop in the kids section. He could feel the relief running over his body as the thought of never having to buy from the kid’s section again ran through his mind. ”Oh man…. I am going to be a changed man!” His fist clenched as he held it close to his face, eyes tightening as he held back the tears. His voice was just slightly shaken as the overwhelming happiness from finding the store was nearly too much to handle. Quickly moving down the rows of the newest style of clothes his fingers flipped through the different options. First the pants, followed with shirts and then finally the cherry on top of the ice cream. The suits. Different color suits lined the walls of the store. Krillin’s face twisted with excitement as he fell in love with one suit over the rest. A pure snow white suit, power red tie with matching hat. Rushing into the changing room he stripped down to nothing more than his boxers and replaced his old clothes with the fresh new suit. [align=center] [/align]”This is the one!” Krillin said as he looked into the mirror, his face twisted with a smile that was almost evil. His eyebrows began to lift and fall as he made a lustful gaze fall over himself. Rushing out from the changing room and toward the counter he looked for someone, anyone, from the store. But there was no one. The store was dead. At first he was grateful but now it seemed strange. Cutting into the silence there was a voice, a news reported it seemed. I-I don't know how to say this... other than the dead have risen from the ground!” The report was quite frightened. It was past the point of a joke, or maybe it was just a prank. Krillin placed the items down on the counter as he looked around once more while listening to the announcement of the reporter. "We advise everyone to stay in their homes and keep all doors and windows locked!" The report cut off at the moment as Krillin returned to the register of the store. ”Looks like no one is here… I can just leave the money on the counter hehe.” His hand flicked through his wallet as he grabbed the cash for the fresh suit and bagged it himself. ”I wonder if there is actually a zombie outbreak out there, it has to be a prank!” Krillin said to himself with a smile trying not to think of the walking dead that could be. ”Jeez, that would be freaky!” With a single laugh and his hand rubbing his bald head he stepped out into the streets. There before his eyes was the walking dead, the subject of the reports. The thing that he feared yet refused to believe. Sweat poured down his head instantly as he ran back inside the store. His body sprawled out against the door as he braced it in a squatting position with his arms spread far out. ”Are you joking right now?! They are real?! Why can’t I just get a break!” He said with fear through his small frame. [align=right]767/ 767 / 1,275[/align] |
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| Shallot | Jul 23 2017, 04:36 PM Post #3 |
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"I-I don't know how to say this... other than the dead have risen from the ground!" Mr. Satan's right eyebrow shot up in interest as he watched over the television. The dead, alive again? It was like that one B-rated movie he was forced to act in for the publicity. Ahh, Mr. Satan vs. the Walking Dead. It was a lot better than he had anticipated, but now wasn't the time to reminisce. "We advise everyone to stay in their homes and keep all doors and windows locked!" Hmph, that was in Paprika City, wasn't it? That wasn't too far. He slid a phone out of his pocket, speeddialing his assistant, Rebecca. "Hey. Yeah. Yes, the thing on the news. Of course I want cameras. One minute? Perfect." He hung up the phone, getting dressed in his usual attire-- a brown gi, white work out pants, and a cape that seemed to be made from pure gold. Impractical, but god damn did it leave an impression on whomever he met. He made his way down to his personal hangar, where a brand new car was waiting for him. It was one of those fancy flying cars, too, not one of those peasant shits with the wheels. He jumped in it, his assistant all ready to do the driving. "Paprika City, and step on it! I don't want anyone else hogging the spotlight." Rebecca put the pedal to the medal as the car flew into the air, heading straight for the city. The streets were packed with the undead scourge, so much so that Mr. Satan was struggling to find a parking spot. He just sighed out. "Fuck it, give me the wheel." Taking it from Rebecca, he forced the car down, the two ton hunk of metal slamming into the ground and crushing about five zombies beneath its weight. The sound of the metal against the concrete road was sure to get anyone else's attention. Hercule slammed his foot against the top of the door, only to jump out. He did a front flip before landing on his feet, throwing a peace sign to the air defiantly. "Don't you fret, my people! Mr. Satan is here to take out the trash!" He laughed toward no one in particular, but instead of the cheers and 'ooh's that he had expected, there was.. nothing but groaning in every direction. The zombies weren't exactly the audience that one would expect to applaud. He pouted a bit at the fact that no one was going to be able to see his heroics. He might as well do something cool. "Alright, Rebecca. I'll see you back at the mansion." He unclasped his golden cape and threw it in the car, nodding at her. "Make sure dinner's hot for me when I get home." He let out a karate yell, darting forward as he punched one of the zombies right in his smug, decaying face. "Don't mess with the champ, you half-dead freaks!" But.. then his head fell right off. A chill went down the Champ's spine as he watched the maggots crawl out of its severed throat. "Y-You guys are really zombies?! I thought it was just makeup!" [align=right]568 / 568 / 1,843[/align] |
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| Yamato | Jul 23 2017, 05:52 PM Post #4 |
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Four sets of eyes stared down at him in amusement, their figures cloaked in black with hoods hanging over their heads. They almost appeared to be some kind of cultists and though he wasn't one to judge a person by their appearance; he couldn't help but assume they were behind this. The sound of a door of a shop opened, the bell jingling from the motion, only for it to slam shut once more, causing a few heads to turn towards the direction it came from. Then the sound of squealing wheels of a car sounded as it took off down the street, shouting heard shortly afterward. Chuckles came from these mysterious beings as they began to break position and headed towards the new arrivals; almost interested in how they'd be able to handle themselves. Two hooded figures loomed over the building that Yamato stood under, kneeling down and watching him with a hand cupping their chins. It was like this was some kind of fucking entertainment for them. Yamato found himself growling lowly in his throat, watching the dead beginning to surround his position. Two other people were here with him and were likely in need of assistance, so he needed to figure out just who needed him the most. One person seemed frightened within a shop while the other was reckless and in the middle of nowhere while dealing with these abominations. One of them seemed like they would slow him down while the other was either strong or just stupid. An animated sweatdrop slid down the side of the demon's head as the options both seemed to way heavily upon him. Moaning caught his attention then as a few zombies appeared in his field of vision, their mouths opening as they lunged toward him. They attempted to bite into him, to which Yamato quickly jerked his body in a swaying motion in order to dodge their sharp teeth. His body shifted and his back bent at an angle in order to lift his leg into the air. His combat boot smacked across both of their faces, causing both of their heads to snap off and hit the ground. As the carrot-top stood erect once more, he found his nose twitching at the foul scent as the zombie's bodies followed to the ground. Pounding was soon heard on the shop's door, it wasn't too far away from his location and he figured he should swing by and pick the survivor up before heading towards the other one. His legs moved swiftly and took him quickly across the pavement and around the corner; avoiding the swinging claws of the undead around him. It took him a few minutes, but he arrived at the store, which was revealed to be a type of clothing store. Various zombies pressed up against the door, banging against it in a vain attempt to break it down. His feet took him into a full on sprint, his hands cracking and shifting into claws; his fingernails longer than a normal humans. Both of his arms crossed in front of his face before thrusting outward, red light shooting out and slicing straight through the undead's bodies. Each of them were cut up into pieces as they collided with the concrete. His hands soon shifted back into human appendages, his fist coming forth to bang against the door. Little did he know that the person inside wasn't someone that was weak or that would slow him down. "Oi! You alright in there?" [align=center] 586 / 1,094 / 2,429[/align] |
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| Pryde | Jul 23 2017, 09:56 PM Post #5 |
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Quietly in the back of the shop the ring of the shop’s bell rang out. There wasn’t much other noise that followed other than the sound of the door’s frame slamming shut and the soft echo of footsteps. Krillin hid behind a rack of tee shirts that was standing alone near one of the exits. His hands tightly gripping around the soft fabric as he leaned out from behind it. The shimmering glare from his bald head was like a beacon to all around him, screaming ‘here I am come get me.’ Still he looked out from behind it. There off in the distance he could see could see two hooded men, acting ‘menacingly’ to say the least. Krillin tried to say something but the words just would not escape his lips. Maybe I will just stand here and watch for a second. He thought to himself as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead soaking into the new tee shirt that he was holding onto so tightly. Yikes, hope I don’t have to pay for that too! He just could not resist the snarky remarks even to himself as he looked onwards. There was slight giggles and the slight motion of the hooded men rubbing their hands together like a movie’s villain that was waiting for his master plan to come together. Evil looking! Krillin gulped to himself as he thought this to himself. Eyes continuing to scan over the horizon as a loud growl roared into the air only slightly over the groans of the zombies. This was quickly followed by the roar of a man in possible combat with the zombies out in the abyss that was the city. ”Come on feet, move! You have to help this town!” His hand balled up as he shook with both fear from the zombies and evil beings and his own anger for not being able to move. ”You can do this, Krillin!” BANG. BANG. MOAN. BANG The sounds of the zombies groaning into the distance was closer than he had thought. This was evident from the banging that was coming from right behind him. His eyes left the field of view of the evil doers as he looked at the exit behind him. Zombies began to beat and pry at the door as they struggled to make their way toward the Bald Monk. His eyes widened as he stumbled back falling down onto his ass using his right arm to brace himself up. Tightening his eyes he flung up into action as the final image of a halfling was left burnt into his mind. Krillin did the only thing that came natural to him, flail his arms out in martial arts fashion and hoped that he did not die. ”Oi! You alright in there?” A voice echoed off into the his ears. It was too late though, Krillin screamed out as his fist connected into the being’s face. ”AH! Zombie, Dog, Human, Shapeshifter… Don’t eat me I want to have kids!” He said keeping his eyes closed as he could feel the squishy skin of the being pressing against his fisth the manical voice of someone outside fighting with the zombies. [align=right]557/ 1321 /2,986[/align] |
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| Shallot | Jul 23 2017, 10:28 PM Post #6 |
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He shuddered as he looked at the still animated head lying on the ground, watching its dull eyes look over him. What the hell? Why in the world were there actually zombies in this city? He just thought this was some kind of publicity stunt set up for his glory! He was about to get the hell out of there, hoping that the scourge would just snuff itself out eventually, but the zombies seemed to gather around one of the shop doors. If bad horror movies taught him anything over the years, that meant someone was in danger in that shop. He was the Champion of the World, there was no good reason why he should leave a poor man or woman to suffer at the hands of the undead. It was time for some good old-fashion ass kicking! "You creepy sons of bitches may have the horror factor going for you, but there's one thing you didn't account for--" He grabbed the grip of his Desert Eagle, aiming it at one of the zombie's heads. "The Champ is packin' heat!" He let his trigger finger itch at the temptation to take a shot, a hole being punched in the zombie's skull instantly. The kick of the firearm was enough to send his hands back slightly, but his new training didn't reinforce him for nothing. The recoil was softened since the last time he fired it; he had his training across the universe to thank for that. He shot off a couple more rounds, sending two infected humans back to their graves. It bothered Hercule slightly that he was shooting at actual humans, but if they're already dead, it can't be that much harm.. right? He was about to take another shot, but another person decided to join the fray. A crimson light shot out, Hercule shielding his eyes for a moment before regaining his sight. The zombies that littered the door were now in tiny pieces on the ground, a carrot-top beanpole knocking on the door to try and get to the person inside. He could have sworn that he saw claws, but maybe it was just his imagination. Zombies were enough to weigh on his mind. He shook his head, getting behind Yamato and aiming his gun at another zombie, taking another shot at its head. "I got your back, skinny. Just get our distressed victim out so we can get the hell out of here!" Hercule was about to take another shot, but he heard a thump behind him. Just what the hell was going on behind them? "Ugh, hurry it up! I don't have unlimited ammo!" He kept shooting them down one at a time, beginning to make a pile of corpses with all that he was taking down. He went through his seven round clip before his gun began to click, signaling he was empty. Mark growled, taking the empty clip out and switching it out with the one strapped to his waist. He never went anywhere without being prepared. "I only got seven shots left.. make 'em count, Mark," he whispered to himself as he spotted one of those creatures in the dark hoods. Not thinking on the what ifs, he aimed the barrel of his gun at the hooded man. "Freeze!" He fired off the shot, letting the .50 caliber bullet zoom through the air toward the first of the four unknown necromancers. [align=right]590 / 1,158 / 3,576[/align] |
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| Yamato | Jul 23 2017, 11:42 PM Post #7 |
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The sound of a gun going off had caught the tanned male's attention, his crimson eye darting towards his location. There stood a man about the same height as him, firing off at zombies and making his way over to where he was. As the man got closer to his position, he took note that it happened to be Mr. Satan, the famous martial arts champion. This started to make him wonder if this was some sort of publicity stunt going on and maybe there were hidden cameras around, but the smell of decayed flesh and blood was enough to give him a hard 'no'. Hercule's back pressed against his own as he aimed his weapon towards the undead that began moving fast to surround them. Yamato glanced over his shoulder towards the champion, offering him a quick 'thanks' for having his back. That was when the door that his hand was pressed against flew open, causing him to stumble forward a bit in surprise. "Wha---" A sudden hard punch connected to his cheek, causing him to fall backward instead, but caught himself against the door-frame rather quickly. "The hell was that for!?" The wolf huffed out, rubbing his reddened cheek that was beginning to become swollen. Just from a punch alone he could tell the obvious difference between their power levels, this shorter man was three times stronger than himself. He quickly jerked his head to the side and spat blood out from his mouth, letting the crimson liquid splatter against the pavement. "I only got seven shots left.." He heard being whispered behind him, allowing his own composure to return rather fast. "We needa get movin'." His crimson gaze met with the monk before quickly moving around Hercule's back and more at his side. The hooded figures were nearby, watching them and un-moving; there was no doubt about it that those people were the ones behind this. Somehow, they must have used dark magic in order to resurrect the dead. Black combat boots ground into the concrete below as he readied himself, his body shifting into that of an offensive stance. "Run or fight, looks like we better decide fast." He spoke up, though it was obvious which side of the fence he was on. A low chuckle reached his ears as the hooded figures began walking toward them, the undead not even noticing their presence as they began swaying through them. Yamato snarled softly and waited a brief moment for the others to decide upon their answer. Once they knew what they were doing, Yamato did what he was ready for and charged into the hoard of zombies. Various hands began gripping onto the fabric of his brown jacket, attempting to tear it off along with his arm. He dodged through many of the undead, nearing one of the shadowy figures that continued to taunt them as though this were some sort of horror film. The demon's arm launched forward, his fingers ready to clutch around one of their necks; until teeth began biting down viciously through his arm. A startled cry escaped his throat as he looked at the zombie attached to his limb, the blood soaking through his clothing within an instant. "Get the fuck offa me!" He growled, using his free hand to grip at its head and rip it straight off from his shoulders. The teeth began to loosen around his arm and he tossed the head off to the side, cursing inwardly as he gripped at his wounded arm. Without any hesitation, he continued through the undead until he found himself pouncing straight onto one of the unknown figures. Yamato landed on top of them, huffing heavily and closing one of his eyes in pain as he glared down towards them. "This sick little game of yours is over!" He breathed out and ripped the hood straight off from his head, revealing his features. The being before him looked like a normal human, though an obvious occult symbol was tattooed on their flesh. "You fuckin' serious?" He questioned, noticing the boy beneath him begin tearing up and babbling about how this wasn't how the 'plan' was supposed to go. With a grunt, Yamato forced himself up to stand and grasped the back of the boy's shirt, yanking him forward and towards his friends who seemed to be pinned down by the hoard of zombies now. It seemed that as soon as they showed fear, they were soon noticed by the abominations that they had summoned. With a sigh, Yamato cracked his neck and charged forward, ready to take down the last few undead left standing in their path. Luckily for them, the sound of police sirens were soon heard within the distance and nearing them for some sort of reinforcement. [align=center]798 / 1,892 / 4,374[/align] |
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| Pryde | Jul 24 2017, 12:21 AM Post #8 |
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What the hell was that for?” The wolf man said with a huff that could blow a house down. Krillin opened his eyes with the blank expression plastered over his face. ‘Huh? What?’ clear as day written on his forehead like an idiot with a dunce cap on. Krillin was completely and utterly confused at what just happened. As his fist slowly removed itself from the cheek of the furry little devil pup, he blinked with awe. ”Are you a furry, hehe?” Krillin said as he rubbed his chin softly to himself letting his voice carry out toward the man that he had punched. The wolf shifter let out a stream of blood as he wiped the crimson liquid from his mouth. A bit of it splattered against the concrete as the wolf looked over toward the monk with a look of anger, rightful so since the Bald Midget had just attacked his suddenly. Krillin, though seeming a fool, was able to access the situation around him rather quickly. Zombies coming in all directions, a wolf man that was not a zombie becoming an ally in the sense, and a weird haired man with a gun firing as if he was a soldier. The Monk’s eyes widened as he looked once more at the brown karate gui’ed man. That was the ‘champion’ himself, Mr. Satan! ”Mr. Satan, is that really you?! Oh boy, wait until Goku hears about this!” Krillin said with a chuckle as he leaned forward in excitement. ”I only got seven shots left..” Hercule was making sure they knew time was running out and formalities would have to be exchanged later. ”We needa get movin’.” The wolf quickly said as he moved back toward the Champion. ’Oh man, what have I gotten myself into!” Krillin said hovering outside with them quickly. As the Bald Monk landed next to the other warriors the dark figures revealed themselves once more. It was them, the one’s behind this attack! ”There, it's the ‘Neko’-mancers!” Krillin said on accident meaning necromancers obviously. Noticing his slip of tongue he looked toward the wolf man for a moment. ”No disrespect to you furries though…. What a king does in his castle is his own business!” Krillin smiled an innocent grin that no man could be mad at as he turned back toward the evil hooded men. ”Run or fight, looks like we better decide fast.” The wolf said quickly as he looked toward the men. The three were seemingly looking toward the evil beings like it was for sure them, like a little face off for say. Krillin nodded, they had to take these guys out. So as he did the fight was on! The wolf dived forward, and well for Krillin, he did what he knew how to do. Fuck shit up, short shaolin style. The Short Monk unleashed hell as he rotated his body through the crowd of zombies. Left and right his body twirled in different directions taking in the teachings of his masters as he avoided being hit by the flesh eating creators of the dark. His fist laced itself with a sharp lining of ki as he ripped his hand like a blade through the skulls of the zombies. One by one they began to fall as his speed and moves were just too much for their small and feeble minds to handle. ”This isn’t so bad, hue hue hue!” He laughed as he floated into the air to overlook the battle for a moment. The wolf man that Krillin had only met for a second was finishing off the last of the zombies along with engaging with the hooded men. The Monk took a different approach to the whole thing though, destructo disc. His hand lifted as lightning began to spark in his palm. Swirls of energy in the palm of his hand became razor sharp as a disc was formed. Then with all his might he unleashed the ki based murder disk onto the zombies below. Heads rolling, bodies dropping, it was all apart of the plan. Until one building fell to the ground from the destructive power. ”Uh…. shit!” The Bald Warrior of Destruction said to himself as the sounds of cops echoing off in the distance began to draw near. ”Champ you take the credit for this one! I’m outta here!” He said with a smile as he saluted the wolf and Mr. Satan and then flew off into the distance. [align=right]782/ 2103 /5156[/align] |
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| Shallot | Jul 24 2017, 12:49 AM Post #9 |
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The midget monk seemed very happy to see him, almost to the point where Hercule almost shifted into autograph-signing mode, but this certainly wasn't the time for that. As the orange haired man moved to his side and the miniature monk got out of the shop, the three of them stood at the core of the horde. They were going to have to move fast if they were going to get out of this situation alive. However, as the bullet pierced through the hooded man's stomach, he coughed up a bit of blood and a portion of the zombies fell to the ground lifeless. It was.. interesting. Were these men linked to the zombies somehow? Fuck it, that was the best way to describe what was going on and he was just going to have to roll with it for now. His eyes darted around to find the others, knowing he would have to save his bullets to incapacitate them. There was no other use fighting against the fodder if they could get them all to fall with a few choice shots. The other two warriors sprang out, fighting against the zombies fiercely. Mr. Satan would have joined them if his focus wasn't laser like at the time. A lot of people regarded him as a buffoon, but when the time called for it, he could bring out the best in himself and save the day. Hopefully. His eyes shot over to another man in a dark hood behind a horde. Hercule quickly pointed his gun's barrel at the man, firing off. "Suck on my Herculean justice!" The bullet punched through two zombie heads before piercing the man's cloak, hitting him in the side. He fell to the ground shortly after. Two down, two to go. Hercule saw that the slender savage was already making short work of another one. Okay, maybe there was only one to take down. The smallest of the trio was already making short work of the horde, but in the midst of his excitement, he cut down a building. Hercule looked on, jaw dropped, as the concrete beast came tumbling to the ground. He instantly offered for the Champ to take the glory for it and fled the area after a salute. "Damn it, shorty!" He didn't have time to run after him, there were police on the way. They deserved an explanation. The last of the foursome came out in the open and fell to his knees. He didn't want a taste of what Mr. Satan's trigger finger was capable of. He holstered his weapon as the cops made their way to the scene, trying to take in the bodies that littered the ground. One of the officers approached the Champ as they began to arrest the four necromancers behind the walking dead. "Hey, uhh.. what's the deal with carrot top over there? Is he behind this weird stuff as well?" Hercule's gaze flickered over to the tall creature, only to approach him and pat his back. "He's just another student of mine, don't you worry, officers!" He didn't really know how to explain his being there, but he didn't deserve to get arrested. He risked just as much to try and save the bald midget, so he deserved to get off easy. If he rolled with it anyway. [align=right]568 / 1,726 / 5,156[/align] |
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