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+++Gunshots. A man with little to lose. It was all that was happening in front of him. A small smirk grinned upon his pierced face. He ran towards the group and past them as the big rig started up and began to move forward.

+++"YEEHAW!" He'd shout as he'd grab onto the side running board.

+++At that time he busted through the window, if it was up, and swung his chainsword into the neck of the man. It didn't matter how long this took if the man wanted to blast magic it would begin to fizzle out due to his arm being in such close proximity. Antimagic would eat that s**t up. As the teeth whirred through the neck blood would fly everywhere, but he wouldn't stop just there. As it sawed through the spine he'd rip it out and slam it into the chest and cut the s**t out of it. Over and over in multiple places. The man was going to be bloody chunks by the time he was done with it.
+++"That's it! Let the blood flow!" Khorne would shout in his skull.
+++"SHUT IT!"

+++As the little convo stopped he'd rip his chainsword free from the compartment and open the door before yanking the legs out. The big rig would slowly come to a stop as he'd fall down onto the ground. He was completely covered in blood, gore, and even small bits of bone. He looked like some marauder that worshiped war and death. That or he was some daemon come to life. A small giggle escaped his lips as he noted who was near him; Ebris.

+++"Gakking bounty hunter. Can't even kill them cleanly can ya?"

The guy was dead, plain and simple - those lasbolts would have torn him to shreds. Still, the guy managed to slam down on the gas and get the rig rumbling forward. Unfortunately for the guy, his valiant effort was pretty much in rathin' vain - Semi Trucks have the worst acceleration in the world pretty much, and stepping out of the way of the damn thing was easier than dodging a charge from an angry old lady who's been denied of her soaps and sponge bath.

In the event that the rather was a damned regenerator, good ol' Dzan was jumping on board to take care of the problem. The sound of chainsword grunting and rumbling and revving was heard, followed by the distinct noise of shredded meat and ground bone. Didn't take an audiophile to understand what kind of fun was going on in the truck's cab.

Ebris shook his head as the gore-covered Hiver as he walked up. "You rathin' idiot, you know damn well those kills were-"

Before he could finish, the bounty hunter was cut off by a message from Shouyin.

"Yer rathin' down in the palace sewers with some contacts and there are bogeys up above? Hah! Time fer some asspoundin' fun! Over and rathin' out."

He turned to the other two.

"Ya heard, let's get movin. Dzan, yer gonna have to be our "hostage" for now. Black ops policy and grod," he used his fingers to emphasize the ambiguity of hostage. He then began to get inside the rig, despite its cab being all shot up and covered in gore (Ebris just yanked the body parts out and wiped the excess blood away).

+++"Palace sewers? Did I hear that right? I know a gakking short cut! I just came from that gakking place! We have to go to the Water Plant. There was a ******** APC crashed in the wall. So it looks like it's well used."

+++Dzan would say as he walked towards the rig. He wouldn't even bother getting in. He'd grab the oh s**t handle with his left hand after the woman had gotten in. He had no idea who the gakking b***h was. He merely looked towards the woman for a few moments before merely shaking his head. He was covered in gore. Yet, he was having a fun time. Especially since he was gore covered.

+++"I don't have to gakking give up the chainsword do I? And thanks. I'm Dzan. Cyberpunk. You?" He'd say as they'd begin to go wherever Ebris was going to take them. He didn't have to heed his "shortcut" in the very least, but it was definitely worth going there.

Throughout the city, the people of Frostschild were coming home. Men, women, and children, knocked out of reality by a magical punch no one saw coming, were being nudged back into existence by the very same force. Eating, sleeping, shopping, working, they had been going about their lives, and to them no time had passed at all. Still, something was not right.

They were changed.

Metal. Jagged. Screaming and shrieking with inhuman voices, they returned skeletons of their former selves, grim visages of decayed bodies animated through the fusion of magic and robotics. They would go about their daily lives, clumsy brutal mockeries of what they once were, but lacking in human comprehension or understanding.

That is, until they saw someone alive, someone unchanged, someone who was still human. They turned on these people, watched them. Approached slowly, cautiously, sizing up the strange being. They would clang their metal teeth together threateningly, stretch out their claw-like fingers, and then...

...they would attack.

Well, there could be millions of them out there. That's how Zambehs/Robots tended to roll, especially when they were amalgamated into one unholy combo.

When Ebris saw the rustling of corn a few dozen meters ahead in the North Field, he thought some more sumbitches were coming out to play. Gripping his wheel tightly, the bounty hunter grinned ferally. So, them rathers wanted to play chicken with a Semi-Truck? Let 'em play. Ebris didn't want to alert them sumbitches early, so he restrained himself from honking the big rig's horn, as awesome as that would have been. I mean, who doesn't like tractor trailer horns?

Things started getting a bit weird, though, when odd shapes began to filter out between the rows of maize.

"What the rath?"

Ebris blinked a few times before trying to focus on the gunmetal shapes shambling forward. Not initially knowing what they were, Ebris slammed on the breaks - not a good idea to run over things that you didn't know what the rath was.

"Are those-"

And then empty seat was a zombie.

He just kinda blinked even more, slowly turning his head in unison with the new Semi Truck passenger.

Ebris then looked into the eyes of a rathin' zombie.

Rathin' zombie?


Needless to say, grod hit the fan.

The bounty scum immediately went for the back of the thing's head with his right hand and, without missing a beat, began to slam the thing's metallic head down over and over and over again against the Semi Truck's dashboard. This would be bad for almost anything, but this was Ebris rathin' Dhifi doing the slamming - prolly not leave much of the dashboard and the skull left.

+++Dzan merely stood on the running board as the truck went into motion. A small smirk upon his pierced and tattooed face. He was waiting for something to happen and then he saw them. Zombies? Robots? ROBOT ZOMBIES?! That made everything better. He'd chuckle at that mere thought. That, and the put clothes on comment.

+++He'd merely stand there bored as the bounty hunter went school girl crazy. Slamming ensued and a dead zombie seemed to be what was left. He was tempted to cut the ******** up some more just to make sure, but that was when an idea hit him. A giggle escaping his lips. A giggle that only meant one true thing. He had truly gotten an insane idea.

+++"FIRST OFF! Gakking check if there's any pants on those bunks in there. It's gakking cold out here and I'm getting ready to become a fugging woman. SECOND OFF! Can we go jousting?" His last question was said with such innocence that it seemed as if they were going on the merry-go-round. No. Instead he wanted to go chainsword jousting against gakking zombies.

Needless to say, exploding robozambehs did not make the bounty scum very happy at all.

It was a small blessing that the explosion wasn't a rathin' big one. The cyborg had been successful at tearing chunks of flesh right off of Ebris' right arm, but its actions had elicited no swears of pain from the hunter - this was revealed when the parted flesh revealed cold, steel rods beneath. Can't do much to make someone hurt by attacking a cyber arm. However, things got a bit iffy with an exploding zambeh.

Ebris was blown to the side, thudding heavily against the side of the door as shrapnel pattered against his form. His already torn coat was shredded even more, only to have most of the bits of metal get wedged into his reinforced flak vest, which, surprisingly enough, was initially designed to protect from shrapnel. Best of all, a bit of the debris hit the bounty hunter's face, scarring him even more and making him even more MANLY.

Today = already a success!

Still got a bit roughed up, though. The shrapnel in the face started to cause sluices of blood to run down his wrinkles and scars, and the explosion had bruised his ribs. Also, his entire right arm was now missing the lower part of the coat's sleeve, revealing a skinless cyber arm. Overall, though, Ebris had BEASTED it - rath that pansy stone man meta! Ain't no man was tougher than Ebris Dhifi!

Since the passenger door was open, Ryke and Dzan would probably have been blown out of the cab. Sucks for them. In the mean time, Ebris reached forward - cursing a bit from his groaning ribs - and knocked the glass frames out of the Semi. As he did, he called out to them two rathers who got blown out. "RYKE! DZAN! GET YER p***y ASSES BACK INTO THE DAMN CAB! I WANT US OUT OF HERE FIVE RATHIN' MINUTES AGO!"

From a quick look-see around and listening a wee bit, it was obvious some more friends were coming out to play. Time to get this thing rolling and start smooshing some zambehs.

But first, time to let the boys know what the rath was going on.

Ebris brought the headset up. "Hey, you sumbitches! We've got a rathin' problem! Remember those damned robozombies? Well, they're back, with a whole lot of them to spare! If any of you bastards are gettin' this, get yer asses to the Water Plant and regroup there! Over!"

With that, all Ebris had to do was wait for the brief time for Ryke and Dzan to get their asses in gear and in the truck, and then he'd roll on into the North Field, running over any robozombies that got in the way. About rathin' time he got moving, too.