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"But I might-What the ******** reaction to being grabbed eh? He pretty much dropped the rifle in his attempts to get loose. Mainly this constituted the generic 'crazy grapple' with Fuller's wrist/hand in order to push it off. Depending on how strong Fuller was compared to him, might manage to do it, either way does not matter.

"That is so not an issue right now! Why do you even ******** remember that!?" At this point if Fuller still had not let go, Tweak would probably start kicking him in the knee or something. This little interlude in dialogue is a clever ruse, Tweak did not shut up even once.

"Zombies downstairs and your all doing this and I can help stay alive, not like I had any plans, come on man calm down and give me something to use or we're both going to die here come'on!" Very fast, potentially hard to understand, on the verge of freaking out, panic attack was probably on the way.

He was betting bank on the others helping him out when they got up here. Cause, you see, he had no idea they had gone back down to ground zero. Futile hopes and dreams of being rescued, someone was going to pay for this later. And on that matter where had the ******** radar gotten off too?

Tweak managed to catch himself before going down. Unfortunately he had little to no chance of going for the rifle, so he did not bother. Instead he merely grumbled out a very tiny and quiet, "******** you, that was exactly what I wanted s**t-head." and immediately went along with the given commands.

Mostly this was due to the fact that he was eyeing up the grenade launcher in absolute terror. Did not quite dawn on him that Fuller would probably not use it close quarters like this, he just kept imagining getting blown to pieces by a grenade.

Figuring this was somewhat like being arrested by the cops, an experience he had been gifted with more then once, he pretty much took to it like that. Hands behind the head and looking straight ahead, past Fuller's head, while trying to pay full attention to the guy without looking at him. At least this way he could hunt for an opening to get away or something.

This guy knew his name? s**t, had he really gone so far in hunting him down? Or maybe he had just gotten that ******** popular after all the stuff he had done. s**t, this settled it, moment he got enough to survive he was totally blowing this town. Or maybe he would burn it down, that seemed a valid idea too.

All of this was getting pondered as he followed Fuller. Made sure to stay in sight as much as possible. Had seen quite a few people shot before for being out of sight, thus assumed to be escaping. That was totally not something he wanted to risk attempting just yet, unarmed and all as he was.

"Something I can use? Sounds sweet, but can I use it to blow s**t up?" Small talk and all as he trailed along. He felt somewhat uncomfortable being quiet with a certified psychopath. "The others with me are armed. Two military types I guess, telepathic girl who looks really ******** weird, and then we have this stiff guy with a sword shoved up his a** or something." On that note, where the ******** were they?

Gasping as he put his weight down on his right arm to steady himself, Brody nearly blacked out before the clawing at his feet drawing him fully back to conciousness. Trying to help Saul as much as possible, yet trying to relod so he could get the ******** off of him, Brody probably hindered as much as he helped. Finaly getting the gun reloaded as Gabe shot the face off one of the zombies, he unloaded the whole clip into the other zombies body, starting at the head and working lead thoroughly into its chest.

The thrust came first, starting just when the target came within reach, not sooner so as to prevent the blade not finding its mark.

"Hrrrr-"

And with surprising speed from one of these zombie things, it clutched the thrusting blade in one hand, pulling it off to one side and past it as Kalis' charge continued to bring him right up to it.

Digging the leading right heel in, he twisted released with the left hand and twisted, the claws bunched together skimming his stomach and tearing up the shirt over it, tossing a little pinch of red into the air off of them, rather than sinking in. As the hand drew back, the zombie leaning in to push a charge back at it's suddenly stopped prey, it's hand suddenly stopped drawing back- a thick gauntleted one clasped around it.

The right hand twisted, decimating the hand on the blade, and dropped the too-long-for-grappling sword- and Kalis headbutted the zombie.



The creature and Kalis both reeled a moment from the clacking skulls, but the only real response of the creature was to lunge with the other hand. Likewise grabbing it in an armored hand as claws just began to peirce flesh, he pulled it back, pulling the things arms up to it's head level, where his grips would hold them awkwardly crossed.

And he slammed in his heels, shoulder, pounding it's stomach, running it to the side of the building as the long legged creature fought to gain an advantage of footing on him, digging bestial feet in by the buildings edge.

Pushing.

Pushing.

And apart.

Flinging it's hands back at it with an exertion, Kalis put them both off balance, struggling to stand upright still.

And as he let himself fall over, one armored boot came up, crunching loudly as it struck zombie-face, and sent the creature rolling out beyond arms reach, over the edge.

And a short moment later, there would be a collection of less audable, overlapping cracks.

Kalis bent to pick up his sword, turing the claymore around and sheathing it slowly as he walked back toward Owle, stopping at a casual conversation range to pat dust off his back from falling over on the roof. "I'd imagine you'd get more than a few crazies who decide the risk is worth it- considering you're literally giving everything away." he chuckled, and winked, pulling at the scarf until it loosened to uncover his mouth. That just seemed rude in conversation, and it's not like a minute without would turn him zombie suddenly. Did breathing the stuff even turn you into one of the lurkers? He should have asked someone more knowledgable than standard border soldiers.

"Yeah, well...I kinda came here on a whim, you know?" Owle said, shrugging. A closer look would tell she was hiding something; she didn't want to admit there was a god mucking around with her.

"Though I did see one of the guys who stopped into the Firebrand the other day...he's still passed out on the border, beyond the wall, as far as I know. Guy took a hole through his lung and kept on living, crazy stuff." Shaking her head, she finally brought her eyes up to meet Kalis. "So, what about you? Trying to save the world before breakfast?"

Seeing the HE's roll into the crowd, Brody suddenly found himself a lot more mobile. Gritting his teeth, he lets his right side just sort of hang on Saul as he pushes hard with his left, making it seem almost like a three-legged race.