Thats a lot of zombies. Sting said with half a smile on his face. I think this is gonna be my kind of fight. He paced back and forth in front of the door looking at the horde outside, his spines deployed and greenish poison starting to ooze from the tips.
Ready to rock when you are!
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
"Roger that Sting, I am ready for this. I'll be with you then Mystic, right down the middle." He adjust, his helmet strap. Tuggs his gloves all the way up. Gives a trial smack into his other palm. "Yep, ready" he says with a sharp nod.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
Kegen stood postioned behind the fighters and loudly popped her neck, tilting her head from side to side. She flexed her guantleted hand and summoned her stellar radiation to pulse in her hands.
"I can weaken thier bodies with my bolts, make it a little easier on the melee fighters before I start to keep you guys up and running in top shape," she replied, keeping her sights focused on the door.
Elisa hefted her gun, "Did somebody say something about explosions?" she had that cocky grin on her face, "Okay I've got a few good ideas about how to cause as much damage as possible, and in the shortest amount of time available. Newton, I'm gonna probably end up calling you for one of your little teleport whatchamajiggers. Keep an ear out, alright?" She looked down at the Gun, "Oh, and if you need to, fall back to this room, the gun is all set up and everything."
Newton motioned quickly and gravity shields formed around each of them. "I'm all set," he said, hovering up a little. "I'll be ready to yank you out, Elisa, and anyone else who needs it. I'll keep an eye and an ear out for trouble." He glanced over at Mystic. "As soon as the shield comes down, I'm going to hold as many of them in place as I can," he said.
He thought a moment. "Zombies really stink, don't they. Let's hope the stench doesn't make us all so sick we can't function," Newton said with a grin.
Elisa ran back to her room, and came back with yet another box, this one was the size of a suitcase. "Okay, I'm ready," she faded away as her stealth generator kicked in, "When you guys are.
Coolant had to fight back a grin at the enthusiasm the others seemed to have during this obviously intimidating scene. Like himself, most heroes love to fight, and this promised to be an interesting battle. If we survive this, it should make for a great story.
Alright flanking defense it is then, Coolant said with a little enthusiasm of his own. Flux, would you turn the shield off? Unless someone needs some time, I dont see any reason to delay the inevitable.
Brian began sweating as all the talk of the impending battle took place. His body heated up and he felt like the sun was beaming directly at him. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. The white t-shirt underneath was slightly dampened.
"Is anyone else hot? I'm burnin up," he said and fingered the collar of the shirt.
Brian shook his shoulders and fingers. He jumped up and downa few times and shook his head from side to side.
"Forget it, let's do this."
((Assuming Dan makes good on his promise and isn't going to return, I'm going to take over Ion for a bit.))
At Mystic's signal, Ion released the shield. The zombies and spirits poured into the opening only to be met by the efforts of the heroes inside. Flame roared through the open space above their heads and set them ablaze in the back ranks, ten or twenty at a time.
Mystic could see spirits coming down through the ceiling and in through the walls. He could hear the sound of glass breaking in other parts of the building.
Abrahms jumps from the top step. Spinning in mid jump. His timiiing is well parcticed. As he lands, the trailing arc of energy from his fists, connects with the leading edge. He ladns and be comes a pillare in a sea of rotten flesh. The zombies beating at him. Not a on can stand to fight him, the press of there fellows moves them by.
"I cant slow them down, to, many, pushing past." Comes across the comms. Abrahms is swing left and right smashing dead flesh with each swing.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
The shadowy form of Elisa flew up into the air. She hovered, and watched the battle unfold, paitently waiting as the zombies and wraiths tried to beat each other to the 2-6.
Then she struck.
3 canisters fell from the sky, each one spewing forth a black smoke cloud covering a decent sized area in the middle of the group. Elisa landed right next to a zombie who was trying to push the smoke out of the way. "Perfect," she thought, and ducked under the zombies wild arms and put the suitcase down in front of her. The process of setting up the bomb was very simplified. In the company, you had to be able to set it up under duress. Generally the quicker the better. She opened the case revealing various vials of fluids connected to a small device in the center. This was a jury rigged Devestator Class demolitions setup. Being that she was limited with the chemicals she had on hand, this thing was merely a shadow of its original.
That means that it doesn't gut a building in one shot. In fact, it is pretty useless against buildings as most of the damage it creates is fire based. Elisa finished tightening a tripwire to a fuse, and turned the thing on. It emitted a low hum and the numbers 15 lit up on the display. She pressed a red activation button and the thing started to count down, "Newton get me out of here now!"
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"Newton get me out of here now!"
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Newton clenched his fist, and yanked Elisa back through into the Two-Six. The shadowly figure emerged from the singularity. Welcome back, Elisa, the green-haired mutant said with a grin. Can we have a big boom soon?
He shifted his attention to the entrance. Some of the rotting figures were coming to the door. Newton focused a gravity field over the front steps. The figures stopped and strained to come further in.
((occ: I, Mithril Zeta, am an administrator for a summer school/camp, and we are coming to the end of the program. Ill be posting with increasing irregularity, and Monday-Wednesday of next week Ill be completely out of computer contact, so Im getting ready to park Newton for a few days. Starting Monday, feel free to use him to shield, tp, or drink a Mountain Dew at your convenience.))
((What if we want to have him put on a dress and do the Hula? Right. I will also be out of contact mon-wed. Well, maybe and mostly. Going to Vegas, and there's the slightest chance I'll have internet access. But until monday afternoon, I'm here. I'm also parking my character in the other thread I write in to pay more attention to this thread.))
As if he were picking fire from the air and somehow amplifying it, Mystic rained flame down on the zombies, trying to keep the pace with other heroes. He had to hover to stay clear, plus the zombies were earthbound, incapable of reaching him if he hovered.
The spirits, however, weren't.
One was easy. He'd power up, and blaze it down with a powerful spell. The second required a fire whip and then a left handed blast. The other three incoming were going to be a problem, as he can only cast so many spells so fast.
Can we have a big boom soon?
Elisa nodded, "In about 5 seconds. You might want to cover your ears."
5 seconds later.
Deep in the middle of the zombie horde, came a brilliant light, coupled with a barely audibal whine. The whine quickly turned into an earsplitting roar, that caused the ground to shake, as a wave of flame engulfed a good portion of the center mass of zombies, picked them up, and tossed them violently into the air.
Meanwhile at the 2-6, it started to rain bits and pieces of burnt zombie matter...
Even though Elisa had followed her own advice, her ears were still ringing. She surveyed her work, and then saw Mystic dealing with the spirits. Three things happened at the same time, Elisa jumped, turned nearly invisible again, and started to fly up to where Mystic was fighting.
((occ our missing posts are now being reposted at this location: The Two Six Missing Posts ))
Sting started by ripping into zombies one at a time. When he saw a spirit fly overhead, he would hurl a bunch of spines at it to try to draw attention.
Soon his efforts were not enough and he was surrounded. He bent over and an explosion of spines burst from his body, impaling zombies and spirits alike. He continued the concentration needed to supply a steady stream of small, poison spines ejecting from his body, causing minor but constant damage to all around him.
Sting kept at it, tearing pieces off of zombies left and right; they fell, got back up, and fell again. He was only partially aware of explosions and flame going off around him. Every time a window broke, he would try to stick a zombie to the frame with a spine, but the zombies would even rip each other apart to get in.
Before long he was getting winded. Enemies were starting to slip past him and as he fell back he started to get too close to the rear ranks to continue his constant sphere of spines.
Getting
a
little
tired
here! He panted as he continued to remove zombie parts.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
Coolant punched one zombie after another, feeling their rotting flesh give way to his metal fists. His usual tactics of incapacitation gave way to a full fledged punching spree that lead to one enemy after another being smashed to bits. The problem from his perspective wasnt the zombies though, it was the ghosts.
As the first specter approached, Coolant braced himself for the inevitable attack. The pain was unbearable as he allowed the formless hand to push through his armor and touch his cursed flesh, but the spirits victory was short as the mutant body absorbed its energy and dispersed it.
I can take these spirits, Coolant said in a pathetic attempt to mask the pain. Just send em my way.
As he intentionally made contact with two more spirits, he could feel his body screaming in protest. Coolant answered the pain by activating his emergency weapons: his stimulant injectors. The serum gave him the strength he needed to continue, but he could only imagine the suffering he would endure when his frozen skin purged the chemical.
We cant do this forever; someone has to find that bind!
The zombies continued to pile up around Abrahms. His attacks slowed a bit as started to pace himself. Thank heavens I never left of the training. Slow and steady, wins the fight. "Hey darlin could you drop another of those packages on me? I have succeeded in colecting a good number." pant.....pant..... I can handle that small of blast, ... decent living... and all that." The humor was there but so was initial signs of fatigue. The crack of energy with each blow, never lessoned. But was cut out by the noise of the undead.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
Nothing says everybody follow me like setting a crowd on fire. Of course this is right up there with dowsing yourself in kerosene and running through a bonfire on the list of bad ideas, but the situation was turning bad.
Mystic, though in much better shape than he used to be, was no spring chicken. The zombies were still coming, and they were coming into the Two Six through broken windows now. He could see the other members beginning to get swarmed, so as Elisa came toward him, he powered up his augmentation spells and let fly with a ball of fire and followed up with breath of flame from overhead, to really get their attention. The flame didnt harm the other members, as his magic could be tuned pretty much how he wanted, but the magical properties of the flame quickly passed, leaving a number of flaming zombies, following Mystic as he flew out of the Two Six, and straight up into the light blue sky.
He retrieved the glowing green ball, and searched the area with his eyes, making sure to stay low enough that the zombies hed set on fire would still think they had a chance at getting to him. This would only give the others a brief respite, as new zombies would replace the old, and he couldnt get all of them, or forever. Though many did fall down and stop moving in the process of trying to follow Mystic.
Mystic would run. He would fly away, and abandon his companions. He now had four spirits on his tail. This had all the makings of a suicide mission, except that Mystic didnt believe in suicide.
A large number of the flaming or singed zombies chased Mystic as he flew. That guy is going to get himself killed! Newton, please keep an ear open for him if you need to pull him back.
Cracks began to show in Stings chitin. More and more of the zombie claws and clubs were making contact as the spirit attacks slowed him down. The poison that had oozed from his spines was now mostly spent.
He picked up a table, and using his powerful jumping legs knocked down several zombies as he dove at them, pinning them under the table.
Should we fall back to the second floor? They are coming in from the lower level windows, but Im not sure they can get to the higher ones. Holding them off at the top of the stairs might be easier. Sting shouted above the din of battle as another club-like zombie fist smashed into his back.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
"I suggest falling back to the cell block. We can hold them were it chockes down and the bar and brick walls, keeps only one place to hold them." Jumping over the zombies heads he plows into several at the door. Fighting his way back in to the building. "Then we can spell eachother for a chance to catch our breaths." He is sporting slpit lip, bloody nose, and several dings dents and scratches on his composite armor.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
Brian ran for the front doors and took a diving leap over a set of zombies. He landed on his hands and sprang forward. His land placed him in front of 5 undead that looked as eager as dead faces could look to rip him apart.
The first one wasn't an issue. Neither was the second. A roundhouse that fell into a backwards sweep took care of them. The third laid a hand on Brian's shoulder. He turned quickly to the zombie and grabbed its hand. He twisted it and turned his body to give a swift side kick to the monster's gut. Unaffected, the zombie twisted its own arm in Brian's hand. Shocked and a little freaked out, Brian let go of the arm and stood back... into the fourth zombie. It grabbed Brian and held him close. The foul and rotten stench burned his nostrils and he moved his head about to try and smell it less and less. Brian grasped the arms of the holding zombie and watched as the third zombie came at him. Once it was close enough, Brian jumped and kicked both feet forward. The kicked knocked the third back and put the fourth and Brian on their backs. He rolled off of his captor and stood up. Both zombies got back up. Brian gave a heavy sigh and threw his hands in the air.
"Are you serious," he said, "This is crap. How can you kill something that's already dead."
Both menaces got closer and closer. The situation reminded him of the fight at the train station earlier and it only made his insides worse. The pain from that battle still lingered and he was not about to have anymore. A justified rage built inside him. Controlled, but eager. His body had cooled down finally, but all of the heat seemed to have transferred to his eyes as the blackness was replaced with small orange flames.
Once one of the zombies had gotten close enough, he bent backwards and reared his arm as far back as possible. His face showed signs of aggravation and exhaustion.
"Why can't you just DIE AGAIN," Brian yelled as he brought his arm forward with full force.
The arm itself felt normal, but the look of it was something he had never seen. His entire fist was engulfed in flames and spread along to his shoulders. It laid down and wrapped around his arm as it flew wildly threw the air. Once he hit the zombie all the flames rushed like a wildfire and onto the monster's face. Brian's fist dipped slightly inside the zombie's face and the flames wrapped around its face and devoured it into a black ash. The face withered away and the zombie fell to the ground.
The surprise on Brian's face didn't have much time before he instinctively threw a backhand into the approaching zombie behind him. The same effects happened to it too. The fifth and last zombie had been standing there the whole time. When Brian looked at the the zombie, he saw that it was actually something else. It was small, brown, and wore red, blue, and yellow cloths. It seemed to be wearing some sort of wooden mask.
Brian turned his body and squared himself against the unknown. However, it only turned on its heels and ran back into the direction of the rest of the crowd that was trying to get into the 2-6. Brian tore at his hair and contemplated his next move. in one move he wanted to just do away with the entire group, but he knew that wasn't possible. He wanted to buy some time so the team could think of their next move. He paced lightly behind the zombies and looked nervously back at the precinct. We were outnumbered and being overrun quick. He faced the building and threw his hands in the air and let them bend backwards, his hands spread open wide behind his head.
He blew out air though pursed lips and became intimidated at the size of the whole situation.
Why can't the just... STOP, he thought and threw his amrs forward and let his arms drop wildly to his side.
At that same moment, each zombie that advanced into the 2-6 stopped moving. Not another step was taken. Black circles appeared underneath each miscreation. In that circle, rose fires that personally surrounded the behemoths. The fires grew slightly passed their shins and froze the demons in their place.
Brian didn't move. His eyes averted left and then right. He scratched his head and stopped in mid-scratch. A smile broke across his face.
"Bloody beautiful," he exclaimed and ran back toward the 2-6.
((The zombies are currently immobile for the next few moments. Brian unknowingly bought some time))
While Brian seemed to be enjoying his new fire powers, Coolant picked up two of the zombies beating on his icy shell. Still feeling the effects of the stimulant coursing through his body, he smiled at the corpses in his grasp. After saying bye to his new friends, he turned the pair in his hands into undead projectiles.
Picking a particularly dense section of enemies, Coolant spun around to gain momentum and unleashed the zombies with a force that would crush their rotting flesh. He wanted to say something clever, but all that came out was a disturbing laugh.
R-r-retreating sounds like a good idea, he said with a snicker. I'll help the turret hold off zombies if you want to find a shady spot.
Yeep! Newton squeaked as a set of zombies came out of the downstairs bathroom. He looked around self-consciously to make sure that no one heard him. He concentrated a moment and the first one stopped in the doorway, and the second one was too clumsy to sneak by.
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R-r-retreating sounds like a good idea, he said with a snicker. I'll help the turret hold off zombies if you want to find a shady spot.
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Newton used his gravity to yank a drinking fountain from of the wall and smashed into some of the zombies chasing Coolant into the Two-Six. I think I hear a nice shady spot calling my name from upstairs. The green-haired man floated up, taking time to spread a gravity field over the entrance area again.
He glanced at the soldier, the detective, and the insect-man as they made it back inside the Two Six. You guys look like crap, Newton said as he sent his singularity through the building, trying to find something non-essential he could throw at the zombies.
"A word on tactics. I'll strike as far back through the group as I can. Flaming zombies will be doubtless more hazardous than the non-flaming variety. We should confine all explosions to their rear ranks, allow Sting and Coolant to do their best to contain the flanks, leaving us the middle to concentrate on. Mind the spirits, they'll flow directly through things and try to disrupt our back ranks." Mystic drew a circle of flame around himself. "Mind not the flame, fellows, it will neither burn your flesh nor melt your armor. That is the advantage of magic."
Mystic pushed the fear, indecision and doubt out of his mind and pulled every rune he knew to the forefront of his thoughts. He was as ready as he was going to be.