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Tracey was absolutely scandalised by the implication from B0nez, though Rep found it hilarious. "Aye man, we should ******** combo them and go steal some new ******** clothes from one of the clothes shops, maybe we can find a ******** megaman outfit." Tracey was even more outraged as a result, always resentful when he had no idea what was being discussed.

This made Rep laugh out loud, unable to contain himself at the absurdity of the outrage. "He says." and he put on a silly falsetto imitation of Tracey's voice as he cleaved again at one of the massive arms. "I will never be held by tape!"

He snorted. "Maybe you should find a chainsaw instead B0nez."

HP: 60/60
DMG: 15
Charge 2/3

Mob HP: 99

Death Hunter : -3 from damage modifier (usable unlimited times)
Heavy weapons do not do well in enclosed spaces like these! If you roll two of the same number in your attack roll (for instance 4,4) you get stuck in something and miss! If you are a ranged, something breaks and likewise! You also do double damage against NORMAL type infected

Rep couldn't help but laugh again, still a little manic and shrill but loosening up a little as he slipped into the ebb and flow of fighting. The infected let out a bellow and managed to push past Harrison's defence, shoving Rep back until he reeled over one of the potted plants around the place. He was up again rapidly however, Tracey in hand.

"I don't want ******** Marie involved." Rep said grimly. "I mean she's lovely and all that but."



"You are making Tracey get all ******** shrill." he said, almost impressed. Again he leapt forward, concentrating on what he was doing even despite the easy banter. As he connected the runes all across Tracey's blade outright blazed with light, dripping runic energy like blood that faded away.

Tracey got one whole lot shriller.

"Fear's up." he said, bracing himself to jump.

HP: 58/60
DMG:8
Charge 3/3

Mob HP: 91

Death Hunter : -3 from damage modifier (usable unlimited times)
Heavy weapons do not do well in enclosed spaces like these! If you roll two of the same number in your attack roll (for instance 4,4) you get stuck in something and miss! If you are a ranged, something breaks and likewise! You also do double damage against NORMAL type infected

Rep had been ready to jump, completely braced for it and he leapt as the other man moved in for an attack, he was about to twist mid-air to bring the axe down on the infected chasing after Harrison when there was an almighty ******** crash and Harrison hit the drinking fountain, it startled him out of what focus he had, and rather than hit what he'd been intending to, he stuck the blade about three foot into the tiles with a thud and a crunch that reverbrated through his whole body and made his bones ache. He desummoned, resummoned and ran over to the fountain which was now spraying water ******** everywhere. "********! Are you okay?!" he asked, reaching out to touch Harrison's shoulder instinctually, forgetting the fact he was still covered in blood and guts.

It mostly resulted in both of them getting soaked in the blast radius of the pipe. The infected was not happy either and let out a bellow of rage, picked up the fountain itself and hurled it at them from across the hall.

HP: 50/60
DMG: -
Charge 3/3

Mob HP: 91

Death Hunter : -3 from damage modifier (usable unlimited times)
Heavy weapons do not do well in enclosed spaces like these! If you roll two of the same number in your attack roll (for instance 4,4) you get stuck in something and miss! If you are a ranged, something breaks and likewise! You also do double damage against NORMAL type infected

Rep froze up as the porcelain and stone hurtled towards them, well aware that Tracey was too big to deflect it and trusting wholly to Harrison to save him. He did not disappoint, saving both of their asses and leaving a gap in the hulking beast's defences wide enough that Rep could bring Tracey to bear on it, hacking at one of its back legs and cleaving off a chunk of blackened and stinking flesh.

"I'd... I'd be a lot less ******** pretty without you." he said, his heart still hammering from almost taking a ******** drinking fountain to the face.

HP: 50/60
DMG: 14
Charge 1/3

Mob HP: 77

Death Hunter : -3 from damage modifier (usable unlimited times)
Heavy weapons do not do well in enclosed spaces like these! If you roll two of the same number in your attack roll (for instance 4,4) you get stuck in something and miss! If you are a ranged, something breaks and likewise! You also do double damage against NORMAL type infected

Harrison was just about the only thing keeping him even remotely sane in this ******** hellhole. Even surrounded by monsters, in charge of holding together what seemed like a ******** futile effort against some unseen force and in pitch darkness, he felt like he was home as long as the other man was with him. And he didn't feel it in some sappy flowers, roses and valentines cards sort of way, there was just an assurance in knowing that even if they died, it would be together and not without a damn good ******** fight over it.

There was a lot of back and forth and the infected monstrosity really didn't seem to know which of them to attack, one minute Harrison was on its back with the bite of his blades holding all of its attention and the next it had an axe in it's limbs, this seemed to make it angry which only made it more and more careless. The main issue as it got angry however was landing a hit on it in the enclosed spaces it led them to.

Letting out a snarl it leapt through the plate glass fronting of a chocolate store and into one of the displays, Rep only managed to clip it before it whirled on them both again.

"I'd be ******** dead a million times over. Even here. " but there was still worry in his voice. "This s**t is contagious though, I don't know if you'd have been better staying on the island." He didn't really think Harrison would have been better on the island, not really, it was always just plain wrong for them to be apart, it felt wrong in every ******** way. "I'm no "curing" you if you turn."

HP: 50/60
DMG: 2
Charge 2/3

Mob HP: 75

Death Hunter : -3 from damage modifier (usable unlimited times)
Heavy weapons do not do well in enclosed spaces like these! If you roll two of the same number in your attack roll (for instance 4,4) you get stuck in something and miss! If you are a ranged, something breaks and likewise! You also do double damage against NORMAL type infected

The creature would realize she did something really wrong, she didn't only piss off Jordan the might Sun with destructive weapon, but also the little Death. With great imagination, she empathized with others easily. The family that they were protecting was harmed, cut by the cold sharp blades, bloods were bleeding as Jordan pushed her back and punished her for the wrongdoing. Yet, damage was done, she spaced out as the mother wrapping her kid tightly even she was suffered in such an agony. It was because of her, the weak quivering, nearly collapsed woman that the boy wasn't harm much. Her eyes were shut and snivelling out of fear, but she was also comforting her boy.

It reminded her of her beloved sisters, the moment they held her so soundly that she could just manage shallow breathe.

It reminded her of her own mother, the obedient woman who always put ointment and band-aid on her while crying. She cried a lot but she was tender with her hugs.

The scene recalled too many things, things that she left behind the day she departed from her homeland. She put them in a chest and threw into the deep ocean of thoughts.

It was dug out.

Passing an eye contact to Roland of "I trust you" who made her relieved by a tad by defending the weak humans -(Yes, she was that weak once upon a time, fragile dolls that broke easily with brutal forces. They were too weak.) - she scooted over to Jordan. "Sensei, my charge is ready." Just a short line to inform the Sun hunter she will be making good use of it.

Z was already in fever, in addition to the emotion swing he absorbed from his petite partner, he had a feeling he would snap a large chunk from that wicked witch. She lunged and shifted, doesn't matter, the rubber ball bounces around in squash too.

The first fling was mild but deprived her of the mobility advantage she had, the second followed shortly with a greater force, pushing her away from her original position but it didn't end. It was a one-sided assault, there was no time to strike back in between. The sphere attached by the thin wire flung around the area like lightning, they would barely make out something with a golden color shooting, size of a cannon ball.

The civilians would wonder where the strength came from, she was one normal-looking petite underage.....Shu hit the sphere with her hammer, one time harder than another, as if she wanted to throw something away. Her clutched her teeth, mouth pursed and muscles tensed up. The sounds she made was audible around the store, until everything was quiet once again, not even the shrieking giggles, nothing.

She was knocked on the ground, barely managed to breathe for a short moment of the impact.

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HP: 22/ 50
DMG: 17 (x2) = 34
Charge: 3/3 Using T2 BC

Okay, see, that's just regular non-bonus touching, and there are absolutely no advantages to it, and let's not do it.

Harrison repeated that, but added, "But I don't know about no bonuses."

HP: 70/80
Charge: 3/3
Defending: Rep

It worked. He watched her set off to place the barrier daggers, with her usual diligence and attention to detail. For a single moment, his spirits lifted; this could work, he told himself. They could make a difference. It was only one person, but it was enough.

Rep's voice sent a dagger through that tiny ray of hope, shredding it until it was dark again. He wrapped his other arm around the girl, holding her protectively even as he glared up into the unspecific darkness that he could only assume Rep was watching them from. His actions - no, his attitude was starting to become intolerable and unacceptable. Robert wondered if it would be considered justifiable to go up to that microphone and set things right.

Someone with a capable head should have been in charge. Someone who had earned the right to be in charge, should have been manning that microphone. And that was the moment that Robert decided this mission wasn't as much of a mission as he'd come to believe, anymore. It was a test. For whom, he couldn't decide - were they testing Rep with authority? If so, he was failing. Were they testing the hunters with the ability to follow directions? He could have given them the answer to that one in one laugh. So, who, then? Or was it all just another futile, useless maneuver meant to thin the herd and sacrifice lives for progress?

Maybe Rep had nothing to do with this at all. Maybe none of them did. Maybe Deus at it's core had crumbled into something phantom, with no more than it's old, crusty shell sustaining a livelyhood that no longer managed to do any good.

He'd just gotten more philosophical than his mind could handle, and he winced with the inevitable headache that came with it.

"No, she's not." He muttered. "But he might not be bluffing. If she needs to be vaccinated, we're taking her up there for it. But we are not leaving her with him." His eyes had narrowed to thin, angry slits. If someone tried to take the girl out of his arms, they would have a fight on their hands. "We stay with her. Until she's safe. And we do not trust Rep. He sounds like he's suffering from a psychotic breakdown."

He turned his head up in the air and barked out loudly. "I hope you heard that, bro. You're in no shape to be telling anyone to do anything, and I think deep down you know that."