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The bullet problem was about to get worse.

Seemingly from thin air, the Hellfrost draws a S.A.W., a fully-automatic heavy machine gun. Placing this in its two free hands, it begins to rip up the scene in front of it as the Jack Frost draws a second machine gun pistol and opens up.

((This is 5 guns on full-auto, if someone lost count.))

((Hoowah! Bo Bindel's an inspiration for Trollkin everywhere! ))

Frygd, however, could not finish her attack, as the two demon gangsters forced her to the ground with heavy fire.

The mage remained silent, a grimace on the face in the shadow.

"WOrk'z FuR ME!" Was the psychic response he got from the Jack Frost.

With pings and cracks, the ice shattered, but quickly reformed from all of the water that the hydromancer had been throwing around.

They shot bolts of ice at the girl.

"Wait." The mage uttered as they passed the demon in ice.

The Thornsman lightly tapped it with a hand of mist, laying the palm with the emblem of Thorns on it.

They could hear the demon scream on the inside, and suddenly, in a flash of energy, the ice fell to pieces, the demon a small smoking pile on the ground.

The mage smiled under his hood.

Frygd couldn't finish saying "Demon" before the pair of gangster hellspawn began to empty their clips in her direction.

The Magus simply let his shadow shatter his icy form. Now the robed figure once again, he flung potions of holy fire at the Hellfrost.

He knew their weakness.

The Hellfrost batted a bolt of demonfire out of its way and formed icy bulbs in each of its four hands, letting freezing beams fly.

((Thank you.))

The Hellfrost smiled, following suit, mist rising from its footprints.

The mage stopped. He turned to Chiyoko, and stared straight at her, though she got the odd sensation he was looking past her.

The zombies fell to pieces, their weapons turning to mist.

The mage drank a potion and snapped his fingers, taking the form of a Hellfrost with four arms. He nodded.

((The hellfrost change is a temporary effect of his potion, it is NOT demonic, now please let him use SOME powers >_&gt)

"Fate of humanity..." The mage muttered, following, flanked by his zombies now wielding S.A.W.'s.

"Bah."

The Mage turned to the barrels, raising up the ground below them to bring them to his eye level. Ripping off the tops of the barrels, he cups his hands and blows into the fertilizer.

The gunk shoots towards the monkey's face at extreme speeds.

The Magus overheard this.

The Zombie suddenly all had RPG-7s and were firing them wildly at the beast's face. The mage telekinetically flung a fire potion right towards the mouth. He could adjust if it was going to miss, as well.

And they found their hands stuck in the creature's icy heads, giving the frostbite as the construct fling back their bodies to crush the two.

The electricity and energy crackled harmlessly across the demon's chests, but the rock seemed to be working....

Until the beasts dropped the temperature several dozen degrees, cracking the stones right as they fling icy darts at the pair.

The uppercut did nothing at all to the Hellfrost, its incredibly strong skin holding perfect as it smoothly sent paralyzing waves of cold outwards from itself.

The Jack Frost got its head taken clean off, but it immediately reformed and began blasting away with ice shards.

The Hellfrost and the Jack Frost entered the arena, immediately proceeding to hose everything down with full-auto weapons fire.

The doors suddenly jolt open.

A Hellfrost stands in the opening, but this one seems different.

For one, it has four arms.

Also, it's holding two AK-47's in two of those arms.

It slowly walks to the counter, signing itself in and forming a Jack Frost (Wearing a bandana over it's mouth and packing a rod, no less.) to accompany it.

((Let's just say it has something to do with the bones he ground into those Holy potions. I put them as coming out of the dirt because he's literally forming them out of the mist coming from the vents.))

A large, modern-day weapon of some sort appeared in each Zombie's hands, and they opened up.

The Mage, now atop the tank, still radiating the mist, threw disorienting potions at the demon.

((Seeeeeeekriiiiit.))

The Mage folded his arms, a steady cloud of mist exhuming from every opening in his robes and seeping out the vents. As the cloud passed over the occupants of the tank, they found they could see through it easily, and small aches from the ride or past battles suddenly faded.

Zombie warriors began to rise in front of the tank, but there was no presence in them. The mage was only using them as extensions of himself.

It was clear he planned to remain in the tank and cast spells from afar.

"An impressive machine." The Mage mused as he cast a spell of light to show the interior.

"I am impressed."

Yeah, but see, I remade Snikker into a dark/dark corruptor a while back...and for continuity's sake I want them to be equal...

And I'd be embarrassed at how low the Troll brothers really are...For as much as I troll (Hah!) The forums, I don't really play the game all that much.