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Hugo staggered, his attack averted. He managed to catch his footing and shoot a poison glare towards Riot. See if he ever tried defending him again...

Still, he had his orders. If he wanted to learn to use Fubar- spirits let him be alright -he'd have to fall in line. He gave a short nod in understanding and whirled about, his back to Riot's, to face the incoming female zombie.

A chill ran down his spine, bringing his hair to stand on end, very similar to a dog with his hackles raised. Of all the stories he'd heard from the village... this certainly wasn't one he'd ever heard. Undead? Moving corpses?

A small part of him cringed. He'd never killed before, never drawn blood from another human being. He wasn't sure that he had that in him. A larger part argued that they weren't human- which was a fact that had the first smaller part sinking back in fear and disgust.

Hugo lunged forward and threw the blade upwards, then with his shoulder rolling into the motion, drove the blade downwards. The shape of the blade allowed for a smooth, clean motion that would sever flesh and nerve alike. Because of its size it wasn't fully capable of hacking bone- but the force behind the blow might be enough to dislocate a joint. "HURAAAHHHH!"

Ander lept back as Riot moved forward for a full on tackle. There was no victory celebration for the hit, only movement. The blades spun around than were moved forward. He placed his palms side by side giving the blades only a little more than an inch apart. His arm extended forward giving less distance between them and Riot.

The female zombie had less luck dodging Hugo's attack, instead the flesh was cut, but the wires and bone remained uncut. Scratched, but uncut. With her opposite arm she limply tried to cut into Hugo's side.

The boy's vision flashed red as the woman's blow fell against his side. A burning pain surged through his body, throwing him back in a flinch. He'd never felt a blade before- he'd been scratched, buried, and slapped before- but never truly cut.

He staggered back and dropped a hand to the angry wound in his side and slowly raised his hand for inspection. Blood...his own blood. And a lot of it. The hand closed into a fist as he turned back to the woman and secured his grip on the blade once more.

He jumped at her once more- this time he stopped just a few inches short of a hit, threw one foot into the ground while the other surged upwards, his knee bucked forward to send the heel of his foot up for her face.

As Riot hit the ground, he turned his head to see Ander the friend he didn't want to harm racing toward him. The bandit scurried on the ground on all fours looking for something to defend himself with-at least the blades. Heat at his bum, Riot pushed off the ground as he found something-though he didn't have time to see what actually-but it was a blade. that much he knew...

"Ha!" He whipped around and held out the blade at shoulder height in defense, his other hand raised to add to it. a smirk on his lips proud to find something to help him. His eyes glanced down at the weapon to see what it was, his smile fadded.....that rusted damned kitchen knife.

Karma....

Hugo's face instantly went from a golden brown to a sickly green. His foot- unfortunately, protected only by a sandal- sank into the rotten flesh where he'd expected to land on something solid- BONE. He staggered to his feet, moved away a few steps, then lurched forward. The lovely dinner that Riot had given him now decorated the desert sand.

While Hugo was busy hurfing his lunch the zombie woman made another swing at him. The same style as before...

Nick pulled on the whip again to keep Ander from his squirming. With each tug he was brought closer to her. The blades fell from his grasp, one of which was delicately kicked by Riot.
"Well, don't just sit there!" She roared. Was he dense? "Take his mask off!"

Nick caught a slight glimpse of the pendant, but didn't have the time to really think on it. He focus turned to the Pink haired one... very familiar... somehow.

"Hurry before he shoots fire again..." With the whip coated in gasoline that would be catastrophic.

The mask felt as if it were glued to his face. With little effort it would not budge. But the more he would try the more it would come free. Wires slid about as they became disconnected from the mask and his body. The mask was incredibly heavy. Ander stiffened up as he gasped for his first breath of 'clean' air, but than he fell limp, twitching with every movement of the mask until it was completely off. The mask itself was dripping with spinal fluid.

"I thought it was obvious..." Nick growled as she stood over the pink haired rogue. At this distance she could see the pendent better. That was hers? The one she lost a long time ago... How did -he- get it? At this distance Riot would be able to see her heavy scaring. However the right side of her body was still hidden. He would be able to see a feint red glow from behind the cloak, but it wasn't very vibrant. She still held the whip tight slowly debating on using it again.
"That pendent, I want it back..." She frowned and looked Riot in the eye.