01-11-2016, 09:07 PM
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KABOOM
Grundy had been having fun, up until about a second ago. The massive shell had sailed lazily through the air, and while the zombie made to bring up his arms to shield himself, he was too slow. It hit him directly in the chest and detonated, throwing up a thick cloud of smoke, shrapnel, and burning cinders. He stumbled backwards while his arms flailed at his smoking, pitted torso, the numb sensation of having his dead flesh ripped away and shredded more familiar than ever. That had actually....well, it hadn't hurt. It just....had, and it was quite a big had. Grundy was covered in stab wounds and slashes, and even though some of the smaller cuts were already beginning to stop leaking, the missile had stung with non-pain. Stepping forward out of the smoke, his face smeared with black soot from the missile and the thick green sap he had for blood, Grundy scanned the area in front of him and bellowed a challenge to the mechanical warrior by the riverside.
"GRUNDY HOPE THAT NOT ALL YOU GOT, ROBOT MAN! GRUNDY JUST GETTING STARTED! RUUUUAAAAAARRRGGGGHH!!!!!"
The hulking zombie charged, bellowing and gnashing his broken teeth. Colonel clenched his own jaw and deactivated his glowing sword, charging up the dissipated energy into a glowing green blast of energy. The soldier program managed to get off about three shots in the time it took Grundy to cover the distance between them, two of them hitting their target in the shoulder and chest with the third missing by an inch. A huge, dead hand swung towards the zombie's opponent, almost in slow motion, and impacted with a heavy slap. Colonel let out a grunt of exertion as he slowed the open handed slap with his free hand and fired up his blade once more, just as a tree trunk thick forearm hit him right in the sternum and drove him backwards into the air. Both the zombie and the robot sailed clear over the river's depths, the Navi born along on Grundy's fist by his velocity. As the zombie landed on his boots, he swung his arm around, hoping to find purchase on one of those metal limbs. He felt the green energy blade sink into his back and shoulder, but by this point it was like cutting a steak with a toothpick. Gripping his opponent by the leg in his banana fingered fist, he held him up and roared again before slamming the soldier Navi into the ground and following with a slow, heavy kick that just missed as Colonel managed to use the momentum from his slam to roll away.
The green saber danced along the ground as the mechanical man swung it in a dangerous arc, rolling backwards from Grundy and getting to his feet. He panted heavily and held the sword out, pointed at the zombie, who just grinned and cracked his tremendous knuckles. Rearing back for another series of blows, Grundy's fists crashed into the ground as Colonel parried, sidestepped, or rolled with the slow, ponderous punches. The Navi looking backwards for a split second, he noticed that they were entering the low mountain ranges of the island and the edge of the floating landmass was now in sight a hundred meters away. Changing tactics, he went on the offensive, or as much on the offensive as he could. Grundy simply took the sword slashes as they bit deep into his skin, the ground growing sticky with oozing green sap, although the giant was beginning to show a bit of fatigue, if not pain. The soldier feinted left, aiming for Grundy's wrist, but turned his blade at the last second and sunk it deep into the giant's stomach, hoping for a weakened reaction. What he got was not exactly what he expected, as the chalk white hulk grabbed his wrist and yanked the blade deeper into his stomach, pulling Colonel with it. Grundy jumped off the ground a few feet and leaned forward, positioning his free arm directly over the robotic man's back for a devastating forward elbow drop as they fell towards the ground amid the low, pointed mountain tops.
KABOOM
Grundy had been having fun, up until about a second ago. The massive shell had sailed lazily through the air, and while the zombie made to bring up his arms to shield himself, he was too slow. It hit him directly in the chest and detonated, throwing up a thick cloud of smoke, shrapnel, and burning cinders. He stumbled backwards while his arms flailed at his smoking, pitted torso, the numb sensation of having his dead flesh ripped away and shredded more familiar than ever. That had actually....well, it hadn't hurt. It just....had, and it was quite a big had. Grundy was covered in stab wounds and slashes, and even though some of the smaller cuts were already beginning to stop leaking, the missile had stung with non-pain. Stepping forward out of the smoke, his face smeared with black soot from the missile and the thick green sap he had for blood, Grundy scanned the area in front of him and bellowed a challenge to the mechanical warrior by the riverside.
"GRUNDY HOPE THAT NOT ALL YOU GOT, ROBOT MAN! GRUNDY JUST GETTING STARTED! RUUUUAAAAAARRRGGGGHH!!!!!"
The hulking zombie charged, bellowing and gnashing his broken teeth. Colonel clenched his own jaw and deactivated his glowing sword, charging up the dissipated energy into a glowing green blast of energy. The soldier program managed to get off about three shots in the time it took Grundy to cover the distance between them, two of them hitting their target in the shoulder and chest with the third missing by an inch. A huge, dead hand swung towards the zombie's opponent, almost in slow motion, and impacted with a heavy slap. Colonel let out a grunt of exertion as he slowed the open handed slap with his free hand and fired up his blade once more, just as a tree trunk thick forearm hit him right in the sternum and drove him backwards into the air. Both the zombie and the robot sailed clear over the river's depths, the Navi born along on Grundy's fist by his velocity. As the zombie landed on his boots, he swung his arm around, hoping to find purchase on one of those metal limbs. He felt the green energy blade sink into his back and shoulder, but by this point it was like cutting a steak with a toothpick. Gripping his opponent by the leg in his banana fingered fist, he held him up and roared again before slamming the soldier Navi into the ground and following with a slow, heavy kick that just missed as Colonel managed to use the momentum from his slam to roll away.
The green saber danced along the ground as the mechanical man swung it in a dangerous arc, rolling backwards from Grundy and getting to his feet. He panted heavily and held the sword out, pointed at the zombie, who just grinned and cracked his tremendous knuckles. Rearing back for another series of blows, Grundy's fists crashed into the ground as Colonel parried, sidestepped, or rolled with the slow, ponderous punches. The Navi looking backwards for a split second, he noticed that they were entering the low mountain ranges of the island and the edge of the floating landmass was now in sight a hundred meters away. Changing tactics, he went on the offensive, or as much on the offensive as he could. Grundy simply took the sword slashes as they bit deep into his skin, the ground growing sticky with oozing green sap, although the giant was beginning to show a bit of fatigue, if not pain. The soldier feinted left, aiming for Grundy's wrist, but turned his blade at the last second and sunk it deep into the giant's stomach, hoping for a weakened reaction. What he got was not exactly what he expected, as the chalk white hulk grabbed his wrist and yanked the blade deeper into his stomach, pulling Colonel with it. Grundy jumped off the ground a few feet and leaned forward, positioning his free arm directly over the robotic man's back for a devastating forward elbow drop as they fell towards the ground amid the low, pointed mountain tops.
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Grundy used One Handed Death Grip
Colonel used Colonel Buster
Hope this was an okay first post
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