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Post by Greg Cypress on May 28, 2011 21:12:23 GMT
Greg gave Suzie a glance. If his face had been showing, it would have had an expression that said 'what? really? Alright...'
Instead, he leapt from the back of her motorcycle, flipping about in mid-air, firing off bright red rounds from his revolvers, taking out knees and faces amongst the undead hordes. He finally came to land upon a zombie's shoulders - the man had been broad and strong in life, a full head taller than most others. Greg fired off a barrage of rounds to clear the ground around himself before putting a bullet into the head of the zombie he was standing on.
He spun his revolvers, Truth and Justice, smoke trailing from their barrels as the zombie fell to his knees and crashed to the ground, Greg stepping off of it's shoulders gracefully.
"I'm here for the coronation party. I might not be on the guest list, though - is that a problem?"
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on May 28, 2011 22:01:35 GMT
Another zombie, leaped at Greg, screaming at him with a huge mouth full of thin, sharp and nasty looking teeth. Suzie was knocking zombies backwards with kick's and shots.
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Post by Greg Cypress on May 29, 2011 1:20:23 GMT
"I guess I should have brought my invitation!"
He dodged out of the zombie's path, legs dancing like a boxer, high on adrenaline. He smiled under his helmet.
"No invitation, and me without my ID - what was I thinking, wearing my armor with no pockets? Hm, will this do?"
Greg leaped at the zombie and kicked it's head off with a 'Toh!' shout.
"Man, they hired some really crappy bouncers."
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on May 29, 2011 14:45:47 GMT
"Yeah they ..." Wait that was a good point. Suzie frowned, this was a major part of the Hellfire club's little empire, surely it would be protected by the best of the best. She was just about to point this out when that little part of her brain pointed out that she was probably just overthinking it.
She smiled to herself. Yes. She was definitely overthinking it.
"Yeah, I mean I was expecting the zombified royal guard or ... well sh*t," She dropped the zombie in her right hand and sighed as the four zombified soldiers in red, with those ridiculous hats raised their rifles and fired screaming, flaming bullets at her and Greg.
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Post by Greg Cypress on May 29, 2011 17:56:59 GMT
"Oh for the love of...you HAD to say something, Suze! You had to!"
Greg, of course, said this while leaping sidelong out of the path of these demon-fire bullets. He returned fire, but sloppily, his own shots hitting into the ground and scenery around the Royal Guard with a loud 'crack, crack, crack'. One shot, however, did manage to take off a Royal Guard's stupid hat, which gave Greg SOME satisfaction.
Zombies moved to close in around him, but he quickly drove them back with a high-arcing roundhouse kick.
"If I wasn't firing blazing red shots of glory myself, I'd be asking you how they made those rifles shoot FIREBALLS."
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on May 29, 2011 20:11:33 GMT
Suzie jumped back to avoid the blasts of fire that the zombified grenadier guards were firing and backed up to Greg.
"Okay ... okay, we can do this ..." She held her gun up and looked around "... any idea how we can do this?"
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Post by Greg Cypress on May 30, 2011 2:00:54 GMT
"Well I don't know what your finisher, or whatever you might call it, is, but I'd prefer to save mine for when the fruit really hits the loom. Once I use it, it's back to basics for me."
He fired off more shots, keeping the normal zombies at bay.
"Bet those rifles are real useless at close range, though. Wanna just rush 'em?"
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on May 30, 2011 7:41:55 GMT
"Sounds good, I'll clear us some space!" Suzie smiled, whisking her fingers over the belt.
CLOCK UP!
Suzie did a quick spin while firing at the zombies knocking a few back in less than a second before she clocked over and had a clear run at the zombie grenadier's. She looked up at Greg and then ran forward.
"Let's go!"
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Post by Kevin Williams on May 30, 2011 18:40:06 GMT
Kevin rammed through the main line of zombies with the Harlock landing in the middle of a good dozen of them. He reared the cycle on its back wheel and hit button on it's main body. The Harlock unfolded and attached itself to the 'Liberty' armor forming the full armor complete with shoulder rocket launcher
+Heavily inspired by Iron Man and you can almost hear the Transformer sound.+
He punched his huge fist through a large vampire and unleashed a hail of gunfire into a large group of zombies.
"Let's get this party started!"
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Post by Sir Peter Mantis on May 30, 2011 19:07:53 GMT
Mantis stepped away from the ravaged form of one of the slaves and picked up a large goblet of wine and drank it down like a glutton and threw the goblet across the room. He glanced down at his hand noticing for the first time the strange symbol on his palm. It blazed bright and consumed his body in a flaming red fire. The other members stopped in their orgy and looked in confusion as the red body grew before them. In a silent supernova the flames exploded outward blowing out every window in the palace. When the members regained their eyesight the saw a 7 foot demon standing in the members place. www.wallchan.com/images/sandbox/1305845703-legion-world-of-warcraft-burning-demon-wallpaper.jpg"My master sends you his greetings!" The demon threw itself into the mass of Hellfire members.... |
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Post by Greg Cypress on May 30, 2011 19:12:32 GMT
Greg wasn't nearly as fast as a Clocked-Up ZECT system, but hey, not everyone can have superspeed. He blinked, and a crowd of zombies had just been gone, and Suzie was shouting to go go go.
"Clever girl."
He half-ran, half leapt towards the royal guard zombies, picking the hatless one as his first target. It raised its rifle to fire at him, but the fireball went wide left, and gave Greg a perfect opening. He leapt in with his knee leading, crunching in the grenadier's rib cage, the force of impact dislocating its arms. As it dropped its rifle, it looked up, mouth open to reveal a set of disgusting, broken teeth in a rasping shout of fury.
That was when a revolver barrel went into its mouth. Greg could see the zombie's pupils shrink, in grim-yet-comical realization of what was about to happen.
"I was gonna make a joke about the changing of the guard, but I couldn't think of anything good."
He pulled the trigger, and the zombie dropped.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on May 30, 2011 19:50:39 GMT
Suzie ran and knocked over another guard when she heard something behind her. She looked back at the palace.
"Did anyone else hear ... that?" She asked.
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Post by Greg Cypress on Jun 1, 2011 1:08:41 GMT
Greg was working on a second guard - this one had been given enough time to react, and was doing a surprisingly bang-up job of dodging the Rider's attacks.
"I did. Sounded nasty, whatever it was."
Greg managed to shoulder check the zombie, knocking its rifle into the air. Greg holstered his revolvers for a moment, deftly plucking the flying rifle from the sky to swing it like a baseball bat at the grenadier's head. It went soaring into the distance.
"Man, that was a perfect opportunity to point like Babe Ruth. Ah well, next time."
He dropped the rifle and retrieved his revolvers from his hips.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Jun 1, 2011 17:38:21 GMT
"More of them coming up fast," Suzie noticed "Kevin! Will! Go! We can deal with these b*st*rds!"
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Post by Greg Cypress on Jun 2, 2011 7:29:53 GMT
"Yeah, seriously, take forever why don't you?!"
Greg kneecapped a few encroaching zombies - he knew there was still a remaining grenadier zombie, but he decided to leave that one for Suzie. It wouldn't be sporting to fight all the dudes in silly hats.
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