05-18-2016, 07:19 PM
McNinja came at him, almost to fast to see. The zombie was pushed back as lightning fast strikes pummeled his face and chest, forcing him backwards on his huge boots. He tried to raise his fists in some sort of rudimentary defense, but they were both smacked and sliced with fist and blade. The zombie was slowly collapsing underneath the assault, forced down onto one knee. He lowered his head, and it was almost immediately snapped up backwards by a well placed kick.
The souped up doctor executed a flawless spinning butterfly kick, and Solomon toppled over into his back slowly, like an oak tree. Leaping into the air and spinning with a flourish, McNinja planted his katana deep into the zombie's chest, panting as he landed on the spongy torso. Grundy didn't move, his eyes glowing dimly and staring up at the sky. It seemed he'd been finally beaten. The doctor was wary though, and stepped off the undead flesh, leaving the katana impaled through the zombie's chest. Regarding the immobile monster with some suspicion, he walked around to the ruined cranium and gave it a kick. No response. Another kick brought the same result.
As the doctor turned slightly to retrieve his katana for a decapitation, Grundy's ruined but powerful fist shot out and wrapped itself firmly around the doctor's leg. Crushing strength dragged McNinja off his feet, as the white hulk rose to his damaged legs. Dangling the doctor upside down by his leg, even as more blows thudded into his wet and spongy flesh, he roared with unrestrained rage and whipped the puny human over his head, into the street. Each smashing impact on either side of him was punctuated with a word.
"WHY! YOU! NOT! STAY! DOWN!"
Flinging his limp foe away from him, Grundy took a deep and uneeded breath, before following the flying ninja. Just as his frame recovered, landing unsteadily on his hands and knees, skidding backwards, Grundy hit him with another full on blast of that rotten swamp gas. The choking, thick cloud evened the playing field somewhat, and Grundy felt his fists thud into his opponent several more times, until finally two quick katana swipes had lopped off his pulped hands. Grundy retaliated with a wild headbutt downwards and felt bone crack under the assault. Whether it was his or his opponent's, he couldn't be sure.
With no hands, the zombie had little avenue of attack left and flung his body towards McNinja. If he couldn't punch him, than he would simply have to crush him underneath his weight. That damned katana entered his torso once more, keeping him propped up above the doctor's damaged form. They were at a stalemate that would soon break. If the doctor could force Grundy off of him, he could chop off his head. If not, he would be crushed under 900 pounds of dripping swamp matter. It ended here, with one last action.
The souped up doctor executed a flawless spinning butterfly kick, and Solomon toppled over into his back slowly, like an oak tree. Leaping into the air and spinning with a flourish, McNinja planted his katana deep into the zombie's chest, panting as he landed on the spongy torso. Grundy didn't move, his eyes glowing dimly and staring up at the sky. It seemed he'd been finally beaten. The doctor was wary though, and stepped off the undead flesh, leaving the katana impaled through the zombie's chest. Regarding the immobile monster with some suspicion, he walked around to the ruined cranium and gave it a kick. No response. Another kick brought the same result.
As the doctor turned slightly to retrieve his katana for a decapitation, Grundy's ruined but powerful fist shot out and wrapped itself firmly around the doctor's leg. Crushing strength dragged McNinja off his feet, as the white hulk rose to his damaged legs. Dangling the doctor upside down by his leg, even as more blows thudded into his wet and spongy flesh, he roared with unrestrained rage and whipped the puny human over his head, into the street. Each smashing impact on either side of him was punctuated with a word.
"WHY! YOU! NOT! STAY! DOWN!"
Flinging his limp foe away from him, Grundy took a deep and uneeded breath, before following the flying ninja. Just as his frame recovered, landing unsteadily on his hands and knees, skidding backwards, Grundy hit him with another full on blast of that rotten swamp gas. The choking, thick cloud evened the playing field somewhat, and Grundy felt his fists thud into his opponent several more times, until finally two quick katana swipes had lopped off his pulped hands. Grundy retaliated with a wild headbutt downwards and felt bone crack under the assault. Whether it was his or his opponent's, he couldn't be sure.
With no hands, the zombie had little avenue of attack left and flung his body towards McNinja. If he couldn't punch him, than he would simply have to crush him underneath his weight. That damned katana entered his torso once more, keeping him propped up above the doctor's damaged form. They were at a stalemate that would soon break. If the doctor could force Grundy off of him, he could chop off his head. If not, he would be crushed under 900 pounds of dripping swamp matter. It ended here, with one last action.
Quote:500 words, sorry for the long ass delay.
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