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Silly Ole Bear
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"Get back, both of you," he loaded up the tommy gun.
"Vincent, get lava behind the tomb. We can't afford to lose her, not after this."
He wanted so bad to say he couldn't afford to lose her, but this was neither the time nor the place. It was time for some ass kicking.
"Come on... come on, you rotten morbid polytheistic piece of ass, COME AND GET ME!"
He began firing. Taking off heads, limbs; bandages flying everywhere. They dropped, not all at once, being as they were undead he couldn't just shoot them for them to go down. He had to severe the legs from the rest of the body. A shot to the head pretty much made sure they couldn't do anything else. He was able to get them down to pieces and rotting mounds of once human flesh.
It was a good thing too, he was out of ammo.
"Damn," he said, wiping the sweat off of his forehead, "Clean up, aisle three."
He put the gun away, fifth from the top, just as always. Lava seemed ok, one shiftless arm was reaching for her. He kicked it justifyingly.
"We need to get you somewhere safe," he looked around, "The problem is there is no safe place for you at the moment."
Taking out the longsword, he felt something was wrong. Something, or someone was toying with them. Setting up silly obstaces for them to overcome.
Whatever it was, it would get worse before it got any better.
"Vincent, get lava behind the tomb. We can't afford to lose her, not after this."
He wanted so bad to say he couldn't afford to lose her, but this was neither the time nor the place. It was time for some ass kicking.
"Come on... come on, you rotten morbid polytheistic piece of ass, COME AND GET ME!"
He began firing. Taking off heads, limbs; bandages flying everywhere. They dropped, not all at once, being as they were undead he couldn't just shoot them for them to go down. He had to severe the legs from the rest of the body. A shot to the head pretty much made sure they couldn't do anything else. He was able to get them down to pieces and rotting mounds of once human flesh.
It was a good thing too, he was out of ammo.
"Damn," he said, wiping the sweat off of his forehead, "Clean up, aisle three."
He put the gun away, fifth from the top, just as always. Lava seemed ok, one shiftless arm was reaching for her. He kicked it justifyingly.
"We need to get you somewhere safe," he looked around, "The problem is there is no safe place for you at the moment."
Taking out the longsword, he felt something was wrong. Something, or someone was toying with them. Setting up silly obstaces for them to overcome.
Whatever it was, it would get worse before it got any better.