05-08-2016, 09:11 PM
The undead monster was steaming mad, now that he'd lost most of his fingers. Wounded all over, bones and green ichor showed through his tattered white flesh from the deep wounds the chainsaw had inflicted on him. Still, he fought ferociously, the ninja's sword biting over and over into his forearms, his legs, and his torso.
There was no pain, just a dull thudding and a feeling of lost weight as more flesh was sheared off his limbs. McNinja was infuriatingly fast, and now that he'd found his rhythm, he easily dodged each and every one on Grundy's swipes and punches. Again and again the pale monster tried to crush the quick little bastard, but to no avail.
This was getting nowhere. What little intelligence was in his dead brain made a few stray sparks. If Grundy couldn't hit him on the ground, he'd have to take away all of that space that he was using to run around on. Grundy stopped trying to attack the good doctor, and started stepping backwards, away from his slicing and shearing sword.
Dr. McNinja saw his foe retreating and took the opportunity to give himself some space too. He would do better at range anyway, so he nimbly flipped backwards and on top of a car made out of lollipops. Aiming carefully at the zombie's face, he let loose another Lucky Seven pair towards his opponent's vulnerable eyes. However, this attack was thwarted as Grundy swatted the stars out of the air with an evil grin on his face, and leapt 30 feet in the air.
Sailing upwards, Grundy growled and cracked his one fist with all it's fingers still attached. At the apex of his ascent, he let loose an angry yell. "STUPID NINJA CAN'T DODGE ON HOLES!" McNinja was still trying to puzzle out what this mean as Solomon Grundy slammed into the ground at terminal velocity, shattering the chocolately street into jagged chunks of shrapnel and potholes, cocoa dust billowing into the air and obscuring vision somewhat.
Coughing and leaping off the car to duck behind it, the medical ninja scanned his immediate vicinity for something to escape to, but it was too late. The car went flying and Grundy was right behind it, his tremendous, sap dripping hands reaching for the labcoated figure. Trying to desperately escape from his grasp, McNinja almost made it. But the zombie's sticky blood only aided his grip, and he felt his leg being snagged.
"HAHAHA GRUNDY HAVE YOU NOW SLIPPERY MAN!"
He leaped into the air once more, the ground falling away beneath them as the zombie kept a tight grip on McNinja's leg, before tucking him underneath his own rotting body for an atomic powerdrop. Once more the doctor tried to alter his fate with frantic katana stabs and face blows, but Grundy held tightly to him, his massive bulk adding that much more speed to their terminal descent.
KRAKTHOOOOM
Grundy and the ninja impacted at the same time, throwing up even more chunks of broken, stale chocolate from the ruined street. The doctor had managed to wiggle out from under the titanic monster seconds before impact, but he still bore the brunt of a thirty foot fall, and struggled to his feet. Grundy got to his feet as well, panting heavily, one side of his face slanted to the right from where he had smashed it on a stray mailbox coming down. He pointed a finger at the doctor and growled through broken teeth.
"NOW! NOW YOU DIE, NINJA MAN!"
He got a running start, running unevenly at his foe, who looked left and right before realizing the the broken and pitted ground around him left him little room to maneuver without risking a fall or trip. Grundy launched himself from ten feet away in a football tackling, shouting all the way.
"SOLOMON GRUNDY.....BURIED ON SUNDAY!"
There was no pain, just a dull thudding and a feeling of lost weight as more flesh was sheared off his limbs. McNinja was infuriatingly fast, and now that he'd found his rhythm, he easily dodged each and every one on Grundy's swipes and punches. Again and again the pale monster tried to crush the quick little bastard, but to no avail.
This was getting nowhere. What little intelligence was in his dead brain made a few stray sparks. If Grundy couldn't hit him on the ground, he'd have to take away all of that space that he was using to run around on. Grundy stopped trying to attack the good doctor, and started stepping backwards, away from his slicing and shearing sword.
Dr. McNinja saw his foe retreating and took the opportunity to give himself some space too. He would do better at range anyway, so he nimbly flipped backwards and on top of a car made out of lollipops. Aiming carefully at the zombie's face, he let loose another Lucky Seven pair towards his opponent's vulnerable eyes. However, this attack was thwarted as Grundy swatted the stars out of the air with an evil grin on his face, and leapt 30 feet in the air.
Sailing upwards, Grundy growled and cracked his one fist with all it's fingers still attached. At the apex of his ascent, he let loose an angry yell. "STUPID NINJA CAN'T DODGE ON HOLES!" McNinja was still trying to puzzle out what this mean as Solomon Grundy slammed into the ground at terminal velocity, shattering the chocolately street into jagged chunks of shrapnel and potholes, cocoa dust billowing into the air and obscuring vision somewhat.
Coughing and leaping off the car to duck behind it, the medical ninja scanned his immediate vicinity for something to escape to, but it was too late. The car went flying and Grundy was right behind it, his tremendous, sap dripping hands reaching for the labcoated figure. Trying to desperately escape from his grasp, McNinja almost made it. But the zombie's sticky blood only aided his grip, and he felt his leg being snagged.
"HAHAHA GRUNDY HAVE YOU NOW SLIPPERY MAN!"
He leaped into the air once more, the ground falling away beneath them as the zombie kept a tight grip on McNinja's leg, before tucking him underneath his own rotting body for an atomic powerdrop. Once more the doctor tried to alter his fate with frantic katana stabs and face blows, but Grundy held tightly to him, his massive bulk adding that much more speed to their terminal descent.
KRAKTHOOOOM
Grundy and the ninja impacted at the same time, throwing up even more chunks of broken, stale chocolate from the ruined street. The doctor had managed to wiggle out from under the titanic monster seconds before impact, but he still bore the brunt of a thirty foot fall, and struggled to his feet. Grundy got to his feet as well, panting heavily, one side of his face slanted to the right from where he had smashed it on a stray mailbox coming down. He pointed a finger at the doctor and growled through broken teeth.
"NOW! NOW YOU DIE, NINJA MAN!"
He got a running start, running unevenly at his foe, who looked left and right before realizing the the broken and pitted ground around him left him little room to maneuver without risking a fall or trip. Grundy launched himself from ten feet away in a football tackling, shouting all the way.
"SOLOMON GRUNDY.....BURIED ON SUNDAY!"
Quote:Grundy used Tier 1 Super Attack: Buried on Sunday 0/1 SP remaining
McNinja used: Ninja Scalpel, Lucky Seven
Wordcount: 678
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