08-22-2016, 01:23 PM
Finale - Part III
Deadpool, despite Baron’s better hopes and dreams, was the first to lash out against the zombie serial killer. The mercenary managed a quick succession of swipes and slashes that found their mark and even managed to elicit a few gratifying spurts of blood from the damp body of Jason Voorhees. Unfortunately for the ‘merc with a mouth,’ his twelfth sword attack was grabbed out of midair. He attempted to resist for a brief moment, but then the sword shattered, leaving him staring blankly at half of a katana before a wet fist smashed down onto his head with enough force to easily fracture his skull.
As the swordsman dropped into a twitching heap, the others seem to spring into action. Abner laid down a hail of energy bursts as he circled around the monster. With that distraction, Red leapt onto Jason’s back, and for a slight moment, it seemed like the strategy would work once again. The lion dug his claws into his foe’s shoulders, but before he could sink his teeth into that slimy, gray flesh behind the hockey mask, Jason inverted his machete and drove it through his own chest. The partially rusted blade tore through its owner and into the gut of Nanaki, who’s eyes went wide as he felt the steel rip him open.
Unfazed by the gruesome display, Okor moved forward and started to release a thunderous succession of punches at the zombie’s masked skull. Each blow of steel against hockey mask could be heard over the purr of the tugboat’s engines, but instead of faltering, Jason absorbed the shots much like Okor would have—with no response but a silent glare of indignation. Abner didn’t wait for the plague marine to receive the same treatment as the mercenary. The once-stormtrooper charged a shot and released a concentrated blast of energy.
Although Jason took the Tyrant-slaying super burst square into his undefended side, the impact didn’t have the same body-bursting effect as it had in the past. The mass murdering zombie was thrown to the far side of the boat, but all that seemed to do was give him the time he needed to free his machete from his ribcage.
“Distract him!” Gin shouted from behind the little control panel for the winch. After a pause, the redhead tossed his bazooka to Okor. “Here. Use this!”
Although the weapon was an archaic piece, the marine scooped it up and set it against his mangled shoulder. As Jason rose to his feet, Abner fired a second energy blast as Okor leashed a screaming rocket from the bazooka. The boat lurched in the water as the primes launched their ordinance, and in the resulting splash of water that washed over the tugboat, they lost sight of their opponent. Rocket and energy blast tore through nothing but mist thrown up by the foaming ocean.
“Where did it go?” Okor shouted.
The marine’s response came in the form of a machete casually tearing through the remaining vestiges of his armor and cleaving the head from his neck. Okor’s head rolled to a stop a few yards away as his hulking mass toppled over like a fallen statue.
“Shit.” Abner growled as he swung his rifle. He managed to squeeze off a shot before a gloved hand swung down and punched it from his hands. The trooper scowled and held up his fists, but before he was reduced to fisticuffs with the seven-foot zombie, the winch hook came swinging in from behind Jason. The masked monster shuddered as the hook punched cleanly out the front of his ribcage.
“How does that feel?!” Gin roared with delight as he smashed a button with his palm and pulled back on the controls. The winch started to whine as it lifted the thrashing form of the serial killer up off the deck. “Now then,” the redhead spoke aloud as he turned his focus back to operating the controls. “hy don’t you go for a—”
Gin paused and glanced up in time to see the thrown machete right before it pierced through his heart and pinned his already limp body against the side of the wheelhouse.
Inside the cabin, Karl frowned as he steered the vessel through the fog surrounding the island. “I’m sorry,” he muttered as he looked over at his fellow captain.
“What?” Remilia, who had avoided talking with him for more than a few reasons, remarked as she glanced over from the other side of the controls.
“You should go help the others before it’s too late for them. I can get through the fog.”
The vampire, who saw what seemed to be a little bit of genuine emotion in Karl’s expression, dropped her grip on the controls and rushed from the bridge.
On the deck, Jason stayed aerial for just a few more moments. That was all the time he heeded to reach up, grab the reinforced chain of the winch, and snap it apart with a sturdy yank. The monster dropped down to the deck and wrenched the hook from his body, leaving behind a baseball-sized hole clean through his partially decomposed chest.
Before Jason could turn to dealing with the only person still vertical, a brilliant spear of red energy tore through his body. The impact stopped the waterlogged killer dead in his tracks, but after the initial shock wore off, it looked up to see an incensed Remilia Scarlet glaring down upon it. The vampire held up another spell card and readied herself as Jason tried to come at her. Instead, a thick, armored arm wrapped around the killer’s neck.
Abner watched with a faint smirk as the headless form of Okor tried to choke the life out of the zombie. With a grunt, Jason reached up and squeezed through the marine’s arm, ripping through the armor and the body below as if it were all made from forest detritus. Before the killer could tear clean through the arm, Remilia lashed out with a trio of magical red chains that lashed against Gin’s murderer with hapless abandon. As the monster was distracted by the chains, Deadpool slipped up behind Okor’s body and jammed a toy down the marine’s bloody, headless neck.
The mercenary gave the marine a pat on the back. “Always carry a spare one.” He whispered before scrambling to safety as a glowing Nanaki rose up from the bloody deck. The lion’s maw was filled with brilliant red energy that quickly ballooned outward as he found his footing on the ensanguined surface of the tugboat.
Nanaki fired the limit break, pouring everything he had left into that desperation attack. The sphere of energy roared forth and slammed into the chest of Jason Voorhees. Unable to stand his ground with the corpse attempting to strangle him, the serial killer and his attacker were caught up in the path of the attack.
As the boat sped away, the surviving primes watched with mixed emotions as the combination of limit break and furby erupted.
The shockwave was strong enough to reach the boat, and the resulting shake caused the engines to sputter out for a brief moment. When he felt the lurching of the vessel, Karl killed the power anyway, for fear that he’d short out their only means of non-violent escape from the island.
So the boat gently bobbed in the ocean.
“At least he went down swinging,” Abner muttered as he looked down at a broken piece of Okor’s armor lying on the deck.
“… more is required… to destroy Nurgle’s Chosen.”
At the sound of Okor’s voice, Deadpool let out a yelp and threw out a finger. A few yards away, the plague marine’s severed head was lying in a pool of foul internal fluids.
With a groan, Hiro pulled himself up through use of the tugboat’s rails. Although the fog had grown progressively thicker, the explosion had dispersed enough of it to let him see the chaos left behind—the ocean was littered with chunks of twisted steel and scorched leather. About twenty yards out, the barely conscious samurai spotted half of a hockey mask floating among the floatsam. Hiro felt great at the sight of that monster’s fiberglass face bobbing there in the ocean, but then the rotting hand reached up and grabbed hold of the mask. A moment later, the mask was gone, and the water was so still that it was almost as if nothing had disturbed it.
Deadpool, despite Baron’s better hopes and dreams, was the first to lash out against the zombie serial killer. The mercenary managed a quick succession of swipes and slashes that found their mark and even managed to elicit a few gratifying spurts of blood from the damp body of Jason Voorhees. Unfortunately for the ‘merc with a mouth,’ his twelfth sword attack was grabbed out of midair. He attempted to resist for a brief moment, but then the sword shattered, leaving him staring blankly at half of a katana before a wet fist smashed down onto his head with enough force to easily fracture his skull.
As the swordsman dropped into a twitching heap, the others seem to spring into action. Abner laid down a hail of energy bursts as he circled around the monster. With that distraction, Red leapt onto Jason’s back, and for a slight moment, it seemed like the strategy would work once again. The lion dug his claws into his foe’s shoulders, but before he could sink his teeth into that slimy, gray flesh behind the hockey mask, Jason inverted his machete and drove it through his own chest. The partially rusted blade tore through its owner and into the gut of Nanaki, who’s eyes went wide as he felt the steel rip him open.
Unfazed by the gruesome display, Okor moved forward and started to release a thunderous succession of punches at the zombie’s masked skull. Each blow of steel against hockey mask could be heard over the purr of the tugboat’s engines, but instead of faltering, Jason absorbed the shots much like Okor would have—with no response but a silent glare of indignation. Abner didn’t wait for the plague marine to receive the same treatment as the mercenary. The once-stormtrooper charged a shot and released a concentrated blast of energy.
Although Jason took the Tyrant-slaying super burst square into his undefended side, the impact didn’t have the same body-bursting effect as it had in the past. The mass murdering zombie was thrown to the far side of the boat, but all that seemed to do was give him the time he needed to free his machete from his ribcage.
“Distract him!” Gin shouted from behind the little control panel for the winch. After a pause, the redhead tossed his bazooka to Okor. “Here. Use this!”
Although the weapon was an archaic piece, the marine scooped it up and set it against his mangled shoulder. As Jason rose to his feet, Abner fired a second energy blast as Okor leashed a screaming rocket from the bazooka. The boat lurched in the water as the primes launched their ordinance, and in the resulting splash of water that washed over the tugboat, they lost sight of their opponent. Rocket and energy blast tore through nothing but mist thrown up by the foaming ocean.
“Where did it go?” Okor shouted.
The marine’s response came in the form of a machete casually tearing through the remaining vestiges of his armor and cleaving the head from his neck. Okor’s head rolled to a stop a few yards away as his hulking mass toppled over like a fallen statue.
“Shit.” Abner growled as he swung his rifle. He managed to squeeze off a shot before a gloved hand swung down and punched it from his hands. The trooper scowled and held up his fists, but before he was reduced to fisticuffs with the seven-foot zombie, the winch hook came swinging in from behind Jason. The masked monster shuddered as the hook punched cleanly out the front of his ribcage.
“How does that feel?!” Gin roared with delight as he smashed a button with his palm and pulled back on the controls. The winch started to whine as it lifted the thrashing form of the serial killer up off the deck. “Now then,” the redhead spoke aloud as he turned his focus back to operating the controls. “hy don’t you go for a—”
Gin paused and glanced up in time to see the thrown machete right before it pierced through his heart and pinned his already limp body against the side of the wheelhouse.
Inside the cabin, Karl frowned as he steered the vessel through the fog surrounding the island. “I’m sorry,” he muttered as he looked over at his fellow captain.
“What?” Remilia, who had avoided talking with him for more than a few reasons, remarked as she glanced over from the other side of the controls.
“You should go help the others before it’s too late for them. I can get through the fog.”
The vampire, who saw what seemed to be a little bit of genuine emotion in Karl’s expression, dropped her grip on the controls and rushed from the bridge.
On the deck, Jason stayed aerial for just a few more moments. That was all the time he heeded to reach up, grab the reinforced chain of the winch, and snap it apart with a sturdy yank. The monster dropped down to the deck and wrenched the hook from his body, leaving behind a baseball-sized hole clean through his partially decomposed chest.
Before Jason could turn to dealing with the only person still vertical, a brilliant spear of red energy tore through his body. The impact stopped the waterlogged killer dead in his tracks, but after the initial shock wore off, it looked up to see an incensed Remilia Scarlet glaring down upon it. The vampire held up another spell card and readied herself as Jason tried to come at her. Instead, a thick, armored arm wrapped around the killer’s neck.
Abner watched with a faint smirk as the headless form of Okor tried to choke the life out of the zombie. With a grunt, Jason reached up and squeezed through the marine’s arm, ripping through the armor and the body below as if it were all made from forest detritus. Before the killer could tear clean through the arm, Remilia lashed out with a trio of magical red chains that lashed against Gin’s murderer with hapless abandon. As the monster was distracted by the chains, Deadpool slipped up behind Okor’s body and jammed a toy down the marine’s bloody, headless neck.
The mercenary gave the marine a pat on the back. “Always carry a spare one.” He whispered before scrambling to safety as a glowing Nanaki rose up from the bloody deck. The lion’s maw was filled with brilliant red energy that quickly ballooned outward as he found his footing on the ensanguined surface of the tugboat.
Nanaki fired the limit break, pouring everything he had left into that desperation attack. The sphere of energy roared forth and slammed into the chest of Jason Voorhees. Unable to stand his ground with the corpse attempting to strangle him, the serial killer and his attacker were caught up in the path of the attack.
As the boat sped away, the surviving primes watched with mixed emotions as the combination of limit break and furby erupted.
The shockwave was strong enough to reach the boat, and the resulting shake caused the engines to sputter out for a brief moment. When he felt the lurching of the vessel, Karl killed the power anyway, for fear that he’d short out their only means of non-violent escape from the island.
So the boat gently bobbed in the ocean.
“At least he went down swinging,” Abner muttered as he looked down at a broken piece of Okor’s armor lying on the deck.
“… more is required… to destroy Nurgle’s Chosen.”
At the sound of Okor’s voice, Deadpool let out a yelp and threw out a finger. A few yards away, the plague marine’s severed head was lying in a pool of foul internal fluids.
With a groan, Hiro pulled himself up through use of the tugboat’s rails. Although the fog had grown progressively thicker, the explosion had dispersed enough of it to let him see the chaos left behind—the ocean was littered with chunks of twisted steel and scorched leather. About twenty yards out, the barely conscious samurai spotted half of a hockey mask floating among the floatsam. Hiro felt great at the sight of that monster’s fiberglass face bobbing there in the ocean, but then the rotting hand reached up and grabbed hold of the mask. A moment later, the mask was gone, and the water was so still that it was almost as if nothing had disturbed it.
Quote:Gin has been killed and will respawn at the Nexus in 7 days. Your rewards will be in a Coruscant lockbox.
Deadpool has been eliminated from final prize contention.
Congratulations to Nanaki/Red/CatDog for 'winning' 2016's Summer Syntech event. You are the very well-deserved champion of DA16.
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