11-03-2005, 12:43 AM
A punch broke through the air, crashing into a body nearby. The undead creature gasped and spat out his final incomprehensible words. The corpse?s final squeal of pain. The monstrosity hit the ground hard, grabbing his stomach just as he turned into what he was meant to be. What all of them were meant to be at one time of another: dead. Left to rot in the soils they were once buried in. Zarbon smiled at the mangled body in delight, flipping his hair before turning away into the streets, ready to strike at more undead foolish enough to approach his beautiful being.
?Only one more area to check.? The transformer smirked lightly as he went on. He had sealed three entrances so far, and had only one more sector of the city to look over. Then he would be done and he could get back to the resistance, hopefully before they were all overwhelmed by the monsters that had caught them off guard when they attacked their fair town. Zarbon was putting up a good fight though; pounding any one of the devilish beasts that dared touch his ?perfection? and making them pay with their artificial lives, though the mutant couldn?t help anyone else. He hoped 20 and Krillin were doing alright while he was gone.
Zarbon stopped and pressed his back like usual before turning his final bend of the village. It had become routine for him. He quickly checked his make-up. It had been smeared and ruined over the course of all the battles he had fought thus far: he looked nothing like a zombie anymore, more like a homeless person who hadn?t tasted nourishment in days. The mutant seemed poor and beaten, and he didn?t like it, but knew he had to deal with it. He ran out of cosmetics awhile back when he tried to sneak through another blockade. His attempt had failed sadly, and the zombies had thrashed him pretty badly that round: though the transformer made them pay dearly for it.
When Zarbon thought he was finally prepared to make the turn, he stepped away from the wall and looked around. Another barricade was there, but this one was a bit stronger then the others: though the mutant wasn?t very impressed. Wooden boxes had been piled up to make a wall to shield the undead from attacks. Zombies were mounted on the barrier with Ki rifles they must have found when raiding the city. A couple of troops handled the place quite well.
?Pathetic.? The transformer smiled at how easy it was. Zarbon knew it was a roughly made outpost, but it had to be attacked. The undead thought it was enough to hold the final entryway to town, which just proved how mindless they were. It was the most heavily guarded place in the city though, and it was the final entrance. The mutant walked out of hiding and paced towards the blockade with confidence, pointing a gun-shaped hand forward to take out any zombies that came forward.
And boy they came.
One of the beasts screeched at the first sight of Zarbon, and the others turned to see. They all readied themselves for defence. Three of the monstrosities perched themselves on the walls and the rest rushed over the blockade?s walls, leaping like toads and moving like a flood of water to get a taste of flesh. The transformer reacted quickly shooting a sniper down off his stand before leaping into the air for a Cone Spin, going into his whirl of power and slaying all the beasts within five feet of him. That gave him some breathing room.
With his newfound space, the mutant outstretched his arm and put his palm towards the weapon wielding zombies standing on their defensive walls. He shouted the name of his signature attack and the teal and white beam came forth, crashing into the ground and eliminating some of the foul creatures from the picture, then raising back up into the sky to destroy the zombies? poorly made barricade. The snipers were flung off by the force and hit the ground, their body parts splitting apart and being thrown across the floor.
Zarbon now turned to the flooding beasts that crowded around him. Fifteen surrounded his person and were ready to charge and rip the mutant to bits. Three came first, jumping at the transformer?s arm, but got forced to the side by a solid kick. They tumbled to the floor: dead. The rest now came forth, showing their fangs and screaming wildly like hungry animals. Zarbon put his palm forth yet again and smiled, firing his beam and dashing in and turning slowly to disintegrate the undead beings. Once they were all gone, he sighed in relief.
?Peace of cake?? He panted lightly and dug into his pocket as he looked at the crack above him. He had taken some of the mysterious substance off of the zombies before and had stored it for further use at all entrances. It was now time for it to be used again. He slapped the smile onto the hole and smeared it across, letting the stickyness of it fill in the crack cleanly. After he was done he looked yet again at his handywork.
?And I?m done.? Zarbon smiled slightly. ?Time to get back to 20 and see how he is doing. Pray he is doing well sorting out the men to kill those whoresons.? The transformer raced back down the street and headed towards where he last saw his robotic leader, keeping a steady pace and making sure to avoid all of the zombies.
He needed some to kill later.
OOC: Post Three done.
?Only one more area to check.? The transformer smirked lightly as he went on. He had sealed three entrances so far, and had only one more sector of the city to look over. Then he would be done and he could get back to the resistance, hopefully before they were all overwhelmed by the monsters that had caught them off guard when they attacked their fair town. Zarbon was putting up a good fight though; pounding any one of the devilish beasts that dared touch his ?perfection? and making them pay with their artificial lives, though the mutant couldn?t help anyone else. He hoped 20 and Krillin were doing alright while he was gone.
Zarbon stopped and pressed his back like usual before turning his final bend of the village. It had become routine for him. He quickly checked his make-up. It had been smeared and ruined over the course of all the battles he had fought thus far: he looked nothing like a zombie anymore, more like a homeless person who hadn?t tasted nourishment in days. The mutant seemed poor and beaten, and he didn?t like it, but knew he had to deal with it. He ran out of cosmetics awhile back when he tried to sneak through another blockade. His attempt had failed sadly, and the zombies had thrashed him pretty badly that round: though the transformer made them pay dearly for it.
When Zarbon thought he was finally prepared to make the turn, he stepped away from the wall and looked around. Another barricade was there, but this one was a bit stronger then the others: though the mutant wasn?t very impressed. Wooden boxes had been piled up to make a wall to shield the undead from attacks. Zombies were mounted on the barrier with Ki rifles they must have found when raiding the city. A couple of troops handled the place quite well.
?Pathetic.? The transformer smiled at how easy it was. Zarbon knew it was a roughly made outpost, but it had to be attacked. The undead thought it was enough to hold the final entryway to town, which just proved how mindless they were. It was the most heavily guarded place in the city though, and it was the final entrance. The mutant walked out of hiding and paced towards the blockade with confidence, pointing a gun-shaped hand forward to take out any zombies that came forward.
And boy they came.
One of the beasts screeched at the first sight of Zarbon, and the others turned to see. They all readied themselves for defence. Three of the monstrosities perched themselves on the walls and the rest rushed over the blockade?s walls, leaping like toads and moving like a flood of water to get a taste of flesh. The transformer reacted quickly shooting a sniper down off his stand before leaping into the air for a Cone Spin, going into his whirl of power and slaying all the beasts within five feet of him. That gave him some breathing room.
With his newfound space, the mutant outstretched his arm and put his palm towards the weapon wielding zombies standing on their defensive walls. He shouted the name of his signature attack and the teal and white beam came forth, crashing into the ground and eliminating some of the foul creatures from the picture, then raising back up into the sky to destroy the zombies? poorly made barricade. The snipers were flung off by the force and hit the ground, their body parts splitting apart and being thrown across the floor.
Zarbon now turned to the flooding beasts that crowded around him. Fifteen surrounded his person and were ready to charge and rip the mutant to bits. Three came first, jumping at the transformer?s arm, but got forced to the side by a solid kick. They tumbled to the floor: dead. The rest now came forth, showing their fangs and screaming wildly like hungry animals. Zarbon put his palm forth yet again and smiled, firing his beam and dashing in and turning slowly to disintegrate the undead beings. Once they were all gone, he sighed in relief.
?Peace of cake?? He panted lightly and dug into his pocket as he looked at the crack above him. He had taken some of the mysterious substance off of the zombies before and had stored it for further use at all entrances. It was now time for it to be used again. He slapped the smile onto the hole and smeared it across, letting the stickyness of it fill in the crack cleanly. After he was done he looked yet again at his handywork.
?And I?m done.? Zarbon smiled slightly. ?Time to get back to 20 and see how he is doing. Pray he is doing well sorting out the men to kill those whoresons.? The transformer raced back down the street and headed towards where he last saw his robotic leader, keeping a steady pace and making sure to avoid all of the zombies.
He needed some to kill later.
OOC: Post Three done.
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