Southside Story (IC)

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The axe had connected just fine. But the zombie in front of him hadn't seemed to be bothered by the blade cutting through its flesh. It was well established through many films that the living dead felt no pain. It seemed that translated to real life as well. Lukos would have to swing harder next time.

The same zombie that was incredibly unfazed by his attack pressed closer and made an attack of his own. The creature's first bashed Lukos in the chest. But from the armor he was wearing in combination with the enhanced muscle structure granted by his Lycanthropy allowed him to shrug off the blow. Sloppy. He thought. It is just that type of resilience that has made you careless in a fight. Don't let the next one hit you.

Spinning to ensure he kept his surroundings in view, Lukos noticed the two zombies making for the door behind him. "Oh no you don't" Swing harder he did. Lukos turned, put both hands on the haft of the axe, and brought it down from above his head striking one of the fleeing zombies. The axe dug into the undead flesh with a satisfying "Clank".

"Clank? Are they supposed to go clank?" He asked no one in particular. Lukos was too dumbfounded by the sound to even begin thinking about pulling his axe out, or about the zombies behind him for that matter.

[Dariusprime]

Fulcrum blinked at the sheer amount of damage needed to drop the monster. Few other creatures had ever taken that hard of a hit. Atlas, White Knight and those blasted titanium-plated monsters from last year came to mind. Considering she could punch through reinforced concrete, these zombies were very impressive. She also wondered what the hell could create such abominations.

Zakitaj would be chewed to pieces before she could stop the others. Glancing over her shoulder again, she set her priorities. Flying up, she maneuvered above the alien prince and grabbed him by the shoulders. Almost effortlessly he landed in her arms. With any luck, the extra weight would keep the freakish things from jumping high enough to grab her. For good measure, she rolled onto her back, cape tucked away.

Once he had a good grip, she was moving away, "Hold on! We're on an intercept course!"

[Skysong]

"That's better," Zak laughed as he was borne up and away from the zombies, dead flesh and exposed steel falling away from him on all sides; his voice was filled with mirth, but Mona could detect no small amount of relief in it too. He'd been worried. "When I start talking about a rescue," he joked, "that's what I mean. Nothing less than a pretty, airborne lass who could bend me into a pretzel for my stupidity but chooses not to swooping in to pull me out of trouble again."

Raising both of his hands as he was borne toward the escaping creatures at the door, he unleashed another volley, this time aiming at a single zombie. At least they didn't seem to be as tough as Dead Head, he reflected; his shots hadn't even scratched that zombie, which was just as well given that he'd turned out to be a friend. The two shots both slammed into one of the packet-bearing zombies scrambling for the door, but again it didn't even stumble, and Zak let out a low, rumbling curse in his native language.

Then he chanced to look back at the large metal beams in the ceiling. "Most of them are in one place for now," he told his mighty rescuer. "Maybe you could drop something one them that's even denser and tougher than they are." A pointed finger indicated what he meant.

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The *clank* brought about by Lukos's axe sent the zombie from which it originated backwards; it stood there dumbly for a second, staring at him with absent, rotting eyes, then collapsed backward with a combination of *squelch* and *kachunk*. The packet of zombie dust slid from its hands, skittering across the floor, and one of the zombies trying to reach the door dutifully backtracked to retrieve it. The other reached the exit, but the door had a handle, and the function of turning it seemed to have been lost to the ravenous dead. Instead the creature bashed the obstacle with heavy metal arms, and it buckled in its frame, though it didn't give way.

The zombie still remaining to attack Lukos did so again, but this time he was better prepared, and the snapping teeth closed on empty air. With both Fulcrum and Physicus now out of range, the mass of zombies that had been working on slowly tearing the armored hero to bits turned and slowly lumbered toward the fighting.

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Lukos shook off the zombies that were attempting to bite him. Managing to rebuff one of them a few feet. He took another wild swipe with his axe. A snarl escaped him as he swung. The attack was well short of its intended target. Just an indication of it being hastily aimed.

Lukos' thoughts were caught up in the moment, a mix of his own ideas and Wolf's instincts. They drew together and became one. He was an animal now, fighting for his life from these monsters. His vision began to grey, becoming more like Wolf's black and white view of the world.

Calm down, breathe. Fight them.

Run. Flee. Kill.

[Dariusprime]

Fulcrum just chuckled. Whether he was being serious or not, Zakitaj sounded as if he was joking. Still his idea did have a great deal of merit. Nodding as she started off for door, she said, "Sounds like a good idea. Lets get you into position first."

Circling over and past Lukos, she righted herself and put one arm around Zakitaj. The alien prince looked comically small, like a half-sized super hero toy clutched across his chest. For his comfort, she put out a foot he on which he could balance. Instead of putting him down though, she turned toward the approaching micro-horde and cocked her head, as if measuring a distance.

A long, deep inhalation followed. Nothing out of the ordinary, per say, until the second or two of air intake stretched into several, and the suction was great enough to register on his battle suit's sensors. A massive concussive burst blasted and battered the zombies, whipping up dirt but slamming into them with hurricane-force winds. The walls of warehouse creaked and the weathered glass jiggled in frames.

"That was buy us a moment," she added quietly, loosening her grip sufficiently that Zakitaj could jump free if he desired.

[Skysong]

Zakitaj wasn't exactly enjoying being pulled around like some sort of doll, but beggars can't be choosers, and at least he wasn't being eaten anymore. He couldn't really get a good look at whoever was fighting at the door, and he stopped trying when Fulcrum unleashed her breath of fury. His eyes grew wide; even from this distance his suit shimmered in anticipation of kinetic energy absorbtion. "You never told me you could do that," he said, awe in his voice. Several of the zombies, metal bones or no, staggered backward, and as soon as they did they were lost. The wee lifted into the air and slammed into the far wall of the warehouse, where they lay unmoving.

Determined to make a contribution, Zakitaj aimed his recharged kinetic projectors at the ceiling beam he'd indicated as his target. With luck, it would be just enough to rip free the bolts holding it in place without taking all of the beams down and collapsing the building on the heroes. The accuracy wasn't perfect, but the damage was enough. The jiggled when the first shot hit it, then tore free with the second, smashing into the ground and crushing several of the survivors of Fulcrum's attack.

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Lukos wasn't having tremendous difficulty keeping the zombies back, even if he wasn't killing any of them either. Behind him, however, the door gave way; one of the packet-bearing zombies began to lumber toward the maze of alleyways that meant escape.

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Lukos heard the door to the outside work rend into pieces. The pounding the zombie had given it had eventually proved too much. "No! You can not escape!" Lukos roared. He broke off from the zombie in front of him, whirled quickly to his right side, and brought the axe whistling through the air with both hands, aimed straight at the creature's leg.

Tear. Maim. Hunt.

[Dariusprime]

Fulcrum nodded in satisfaction, "I'm a woman of many talents. Great combo," she said while circling around behind the remaining zombies in the warehouse.

Sitting down about ten feet behind them, she released Zakitaj and gave him a quick peck on the forehead. Lukos still seemed like an unstable vigilante type, and for a moment she, arms crossed, simply watched him. Well, not one to really judge in the end, and he looking to need a hand, she nodded again and turned to Zakitaj, "His heart is the in right place."

At which point she kicked the damaged zombie right in the ass. With something of a sweeping angle, the intent was to simply launch the foul beast along the inside wall of the warehouse. Why a kick? Because really, action girl or not, getting your hands in that slime wasn't pleasant.