05-04-2016, 07:36 PM
Doc coughed, blood splattering the inside of his mask. He’d taken worse. He was once put into a coma by a gigantic gorilla in college, and he kept on strutting regardless. What was really bugging him was whatever toxic gas Grundy sprayed on him.
Seeing Grundy charge up for another massive hit, Dr. McNinja rolled out of the way. This time, he managed to barely dodge the hit. He landed in a crouch, taking a moment to recover from the harsh beatdown.
“You know-kalk-something tells me you were never really popular at tea parties anyway.”
Grundy roared and threw another punch. By now, Doc was starting to get a better read on his opponent’s moves. He sidestepped, watching the fist sail not two inches from his face. The sheer force of the punch raised the hairs on the back of his neck. Doc latched onto the zombie’s forearm. Grundy furiously recoiled his arm upward, launching Doc upward almost 7 feet. Unbeknownst to the behemoth, this was part of Doc’s plan.
“Say cheese!” Doc hollered, pulling out a flashbang. He split his legs in mid-air, throwing the grenade at Grundy’s face. Solomon covered his eyes, expecting another Lucky Seven barrage. The flashbang landed on Solomon’s palm, which was good enough for what Doc was planning.
As the small pellet detonated, it flashed a blinding light that covered a small area with stunning brightness. Grundy roared in annoyance as his already damaged eyes attempted to process the shine.
“TOO BRIGHT, GRUNDY NOT LIKE”
“Then you’re definitely gonna hate this,” Doc mocked. He busted open a smoke capsule in mid-air, enveloping him in a thick obscuring cloud. If Grundy could see right now, he’d wonder why the mean ninja man wasn’t falling out of the cloud, but Grundy was already having far too much trouble looking for Dr. McNinja.
“GRUNDY NOT NEED SEE” Solomon roared, “GRUNDY CRUSH NINJA ANYWAY”
Doc, in fact, was planning on how to approach the zombie. Grundy was swinging his fists, blindly and dangerously, and though Dr. McNinja had landed a safe distance away, just looking at the whirling flashbang was difficult. Once he entered close enough to do any real damage, he would be blind too. He’d have to time this right.
Dr. McNinja cracked his fists and deftly leaped forward, aiming very carefully for Grundy’s neck.
Most fighters had fairly predictable movements when caught off-guard, and this was even more so for zombie giants. They didn’t have much in the way of planning anyways, so being caught off-guard meant that skilled ninjas like Doc could read the blows like it was a metronome. He landed on Grundy delicately, alerting the zombie to his presence.
“GRUNDY SMASH YOU”
Doc, eyes shut to block out the light, blindly shot two fingers where Grundy’s shoulder would be. Luckily, Grundy’s muscles still required tendons and such. Helpful information. As soon as the needle-like shot landed, Doc felt what used to be a nerve cluster seize up and stiffen. Grundy, mid-swing, collapsed to the floor, taking Doc with him.
They both fell hard onto the floor. Grundy, undead Hulk he was, was barely shaken. But Doc, who had previously taken some severe blows, took a second to jump to his feet. Enough with the tricks. It was time for the classic zombie killer.
"WHY GRUNDY NOT MOVE" the zombie hollered.
"You're still moving that mouth of yours," Doc muttered as he stood up, legs shaking from the impact. He prepared his latest weapon.
Solomon's muscles rippled as they reactivated. The Nightshade Strike was wearing off. It was time to move.
VROOOOM
“NINJA NOT SMART” Solomon taunted triumphantly, “GRUNDY HURT YOU NOW”
Grundy threw a punch where the sound seemed to come from. Instead of the satisfying sensation of spindly flesh, Solomon felt his own knuckles rip apart as something large, sharp and burning hot entered his right hand.
“GAH” the zombie cried out, “WHY NINJA SHARP AND METAL?”
“I apologize, Mr. Grundy,” Doc chirped happily, “I appear to have amputated your cute little fingers.”
“GRUNDY FINGERS NOT LITTLE” Solomon shouted, swinging again. Doc, eyes still closed, listened to the rasping gasps of his undead opponent. He made a wide arc with the chainsaw nunchucks, each chainsaw landing and causing large gashes in Solomon’s left armpit.
He ducked another swipe and hacked at Grundy’s left leg, not enough to do serious damage but enough to weaken it a bit. But doing serious damage was less important. All Doc needed was Grundy to get low enough for the killing blow.
Solomon, roaring in sheer fury now, swung his left hand forward. Doc hopped over it like a hurdle, then jumped higher into a spin. He gripped the nunchucks, preparing to behead the zombie once and for all.
“GRUNDY SEE NOW”
Alarmed, Doc glanced at the zombie’s face. Grundy was now grinning evilly, charging up his next attack.
Doc cringed. “This is gonna suuuuuuu-”
"GRUNDY CRUSH"
Grundy slapped him, knocking McNinja across the ground. Doc, with shaky arms, felt his chest. He was too numb with pain now to check for broken bones. The nunchucks were knocked somewhere else, probably broken. Chainsaw blades didn't take bouncing on rock-hard candy very well.
Grundy was stronger, Doc reminded himself, but not faster.
He dashed forward, wielding his katana, preparing for another rapid attack.
Seeing Grundy charge up for another massive hit, Dr. McNinja rolled out of the way. This time, he managed to barely dodge the hit. He landed in a crouch, taking a moment to recover from the harsh beatdown.
“You know-kalk-something tells me you were never really popular at tea parties anyway.”
Grundy roared and threw another punch. By now, Doc was starting to get a better read on his opponent’s moves. He sidestepped, watching the fist sail not two inches from his face. The sheer force of the punch raised the hairs on the back of his neck. Doc latched onto the zombie’s forearm. Grundy furiously recoiled his arm upward, launching Doc upward almost 7 feet. Unbeknownst to the behemoth, this was part of Doc’s plan.
“Say cheese!” Doc hollered, pulling out a flashbang. He split his legs in mid-air, throwing the grenade at Grundy’s face. Solomon covered his eyes, expecting another Lucky Seven barrage. The flashbang landed on Solomon’s palm, which was good enough for what Doc was planning.
As the small pellet detonated, it flashed a blinding light that covered a small area with stunning brightness. Grundy roared in annoyance as his already damaged eyes attempted to process the shine.
“TOO BRIGHT, GRUNDY NOT LIKE”
“Then you’re definitely gonna hate this,” Doc mocked. He busted open a smoke capsule in mid-air, enveloping him in a thick obscuring cloud. If Grundy could see right now, he’d wonder why the mean ninja man wasn’t falling out of the cloud, but Grundy was already having far too much trouble looking for Dr. McNinja.
“GRUNDY NOT NEED SEE” Solomon roared, “GRUNDY CRUSH NINJA ANYWAY”
Doc, in fact, was planning on how to approach the zombie. Grundy was swinging his fists, blindly and dangerously, and though Dr. McNinja had landed a safe distance away, just looking at the whirling flashbang was difficult. Once he entered close enough to do any real damage, he would be blind too. He’d have to time this right.
Dr. McNinja cracked his fists and deftly leaped forward, aiming very carefully for Grundy’s neck.
Most fighters had fairly predictable movements when caught off-guard, and this was even more so for zombie giants. They didn’t have much in the way of planning anyways, so being caught off-guard meant that skilled ninjas like Doc could read the blows like it was a metronome. He landed on Grundy delicately, alerting the zombie to his presence.
“GRUNDY SMASH YOU”
Doc, eyes shut to block out the light, blindly shot two fingers where Grundy’s shoulder would be. Luckily, Grundy’s muscles still required tendons and such. Helpful information. As soon as the needle-like shot landed, Doc felt what used to be a nerve cluster seize up and stiffen. Grundy, mid-swing, collapsed to the floor, taking Doc with him.
They both fell hard onto the floor. Grundy, undead Hulk he was, was barely shaken. But Doc, who had previously taken some severe blows, took a second to jump to his feet. Enough with the tricks. It was time for the classic zombie killer.
"WHY GRUNDY NOT MOVE" the zombie hollered.
"You're still moving that mouth of yours," Doc muttered as he stood up, legs shaking from the impact. He prepared his latest weapon.
Solomon's muscles rippled as they reactivated. The Nightshade Strike was wearing off. It was time to move.
VROOOOM
“NINJA NOT SMART” Solomon taunted triumphantly, “GRUNDY HURT YOU NOW”
Grundy threw a punch where the sound seemed to come from. Instead of the satisfying sensation of spindly flesh, Solomon felt his own knuckles rip apart as something large, sharp and burning hot entered his right hand.
“GAH” the zombie cried out, “WHY NINJA SHARP AND METAL?”
“I apologize, Mr. Grundy,” Doc chirped happily, “I appear to have amputated your cute little fingers.”
“GRUNDY FINGERS NOT LITTLE” Solomon shouted, swinging again. Doc, eyes still closed, listened to the rasping gasps of his undead opponent. He made a wide arc with the chainsaw nunchucks, each chainsaw landing and causing large gashes in Solomon’s left armpit.
He ducked another swipe and hacked at Grundy’s left leg, not enough to do serious damage but enough to weaken it a bit. But doing serious damage was less important. All Doc needed was Grundy to get low enough for the killing blow.
Solomon, roaring in sheer fury now, swung his left hand forward. Doc hopped over it like a hurdle, then jumped higher into a spin. He gripped the nunchucks, preparing to behead the zombie once and for all.
“GRUNDY SEE NOW”
Alarmed, Doc glanced at the zombie’s face. Grundy was now grinning evilly, charging up his next attack.
Doc cringed. “This is gonna suuuuuuu-”
"GRUNDY CRUSH"
Grundy slapped him, knocking McNinja across the ground. Doc, with shaky arms, felt his chest. He was too numb with pain now to check for broken bones. The nunchucks were knocked somewhere else, probably broken. Chainsaw blades didn't take bouncing on rock-hard candy very well.
Grundy was stronger, Doc reminded himself, but not faster.
He dashed forward, wielding his katana, preparing for another rapid attack.
Quote:McNinja used: Flashbang, Nightshade Strike, Chainsaw Nunchucks [No longer available]
Grundy used: Grundy Crush
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