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Oh, now this was comical.

Miles grinned for a moment and shook his head at the question.

"Perhaps he likes you?"

The locals sure where odd and this was only affirming his current stance on everything.

Gamma would stare at it with mild curiosity, if nothing else. It sat there.

And sat there.

And grew a twin.

Then the twin jumped at him. This thing was just full of surprises.

If the twin were solid and not just a gooey mess it'd make Gamma stumble backward. The thing flying through the air would make Gamma throw his right hand out in a minor attempt to stop it, while the left would have tried to bring the saw down. The chainsaw was off, but Gamma would try to get it ready atleast.

If it was solid and heavy, Gamma would probably be knocked on his a** while his free hand went clawing and searching for Monsieur Tarslick's face/throat. If there was anything to grab Gamma would put as much squeeze on it as his massive hands could bring to bear.

As Gamma grasped for the Clone, his hand went right through it. Nothing there at all. At least nothing he could feel, or offered any resistance against his arm.

The creature's crescent frown turned into a smile, even as Gamma and Miles's attacks came in. It didn't try to move, it stood perfectly still as the axe came in along with Gamma's hand.

The head was cut. It seemed to fade away into a puff of smoke. No blood, no bone fragments, no flesh or brainmeats. Just a puff of smoke, and that was gone soon enough.

The body however, was still there. And slowly the crescent smile formed on its chest, and the eyes right above it. It hopped backwards, away from Gamma and Miles, giving himself a good three yards from his previous spot, his eyes flicking between the two warriors.

Headless and still going.

Well that wouldn't do and Miles wasn't going to fail to see this through.

Undeterred Miles continued with his forward motion and brought his weapon up to come down in a vertical cleave. He was aiming for that pale face, those eyes and smile. They just had to go.

With his steps he brought himself ever closer. Not bothering himself with the shadow that had hurled itself at Gamma only to prove itself immaterial.

But Gamma proved himself apt and was kneeing the thing before he could get there. Turning his body he would instead of cleave throw his weight against the figure from the left side of Gamma.

((This trash heap smells like it's soaked in diesel, right?))

Gamma would just watch as the thing dissipated when he flew threw it with the knee. He'd turn back and watch whatever smoke drift about.

And go to the car.

Gamma didn't smell the cheese because of the diesel. He also wouldn't notice the stains if there were any. Which was good, because he'd kill someone for it.

Thrusting himself forward to the out-of-date vehicle, he planted a hand on the back of it and vaulted himself on top. Walking over the top of the car, Gamma thumbed the clutch ignition on the chainsaw. If anything was hiding on the other side of the car, it would be on the receiving end of a chainsaw-a-palooza.

((Yeah. It does.))

As Gamma came to the top of the car, and raised his chainsaw, the smoke gathered together again, forming into a slightly smaller version of the same creature as it was before the decapication. Perhaps 6 inches shorter.

Its pale eyes were locked up on Gamma, and its crescent smile was now a frown once more. It held up its hands before the chainsaw and in a soft voice called out.

"No, pleases! No! I needs yous!"

Mean while ignoring what was going on Miles had rummaged into one of his pockets and had pulled out his lighter. Flicking it a few times he eventually got a light, it didn't provide much; but it was better then the distant street lights.

Holding it away as he lowered his hand closer to the curb to see exactly what was the cause of that smell. It was strong and the more he breathed in the more he felt something wrong with him.

And idle thought struck his mind about how well it could burn. Though he probably shouldn't light it on fire now, who knows how big a flame it would make. What he needed was a wick.

Gamma's mask flipped expressions to match the shadow's. Sad, to glad. Slimmed black eyes and a mouth curling into grinning laughter. He hopped down from the car.

Landing on the curb he took a couple steps forward to match pace with the retreating whatacallit.

"I said it better be good." Gamma was getting pretty pissed off at the thing wasting his time. He could be smoking right now.