OOC: Sorry for the delay, I am now a free man! Eighteen and graduated from High School, ready to go to California in the fall! After long years, the time is NOW!!!
IC: Cro-magnum was a fierce warrior. He had been built from the corpses of deadly warriors who were not quite deadly enough to avoid their own deaths. Maybe he had inherited this trait. The gunman flipped through the air in a complex twist, the rain weighing down his cloak, his legs slamming against the beast’s back and spinning him in the mud. Cro-magnum desperately tried to stand on both legs. The hunter landed and pointed his weapon.
Trigger’s bullet ripped through the tough skin on the back of Cro-magnum’s skull, and exploded out the other side. The Frankenstein howled in pain as green ooze pussed out of the hole, and stopped moving, standing in the silence of the gorge.
He breathed heavily. The days of countless dead… soaring through his mind.
Then he turned back to Trigger. A bullet didn’t stop the living dead. Maybe those pathetic zombies could be defeated by guns, but Cro-magnum was different. Not so easily. Never. He let out a roar, an earth-splitting roar, as he charged the gunman, colliding at full speed, like a train, with Trigger. There was a ‘crack’ in the cold, wet air. Trigger fell to the ground, in the swirling mud. His body ached. The impact had sent pain surging through his body.
Sybil sighed. This should be working! People shouldn’t just keep fighting back like this… thing. Cro-magnum was a monster, most certainly. Trigger was down, and now the beast turned to Sybil. Could she defeat a towering mammoth of a man like him? The rain created a silhouette of water and skin, lurching forward with a limp and groaning in anger.
Dovev’s whip spun out, and Cro-magnum spun with it. The steel-plated whip wrapped itself around Cro-magnum’s antennae and snapped it off in one clean motion, and…
…Cro-magnum collapsed in a heap, in the rain.
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A gloved fist slammed against a wooden desk. “NO! And he was doing so well, too!â€
“They cut off the flow of electricity. He was like a giant wind up doll. Without power, he’s useless.â€
“Doesn’t matter, really. I want them to come in. They’d make excellent… toys. And I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve.â€
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The rope ripped out of Zakara’s hand, slick in the rain. She staggered backward as the net dropped, and Meryle completed her incantation. She and Klaus floated in midair, the rain falling past them and hitting the ground beneath them. She smiled.
Well, I was almost sure it was work, so I’m glad it did, she thought as the two hunters touched the wet ground. Her boots began to sink in the mud.
“Damn rain,†she said, aloud, as she began to head toward the ever-glowing torches. “We’ve got no time to waste! This has taken so long!â€
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Dovev cocked his head toward the iron doors as they swung open once more, a strong blue light radiating from within. Sybil was fine, but Trigger was laid out on the ground. There was another sharp noise, and a blue butterfly appeared in the sky…