Gathering in Defense of Darkshire

[Hiro Protagonist]

"A Dark Revenant!" One of the guards yelled as Hiro stepped out from the driver's seat, the bruising and damage from his fight with the Sage not doing his appearance any favors. He looked over at Okor, pinned to the car's hood, and immediately did away with any thought of laughing. The marine's stoic and grim expression foretold future consequences, exacted in a precise and carefully measured manner. Sighing as the A Team of the gate guard marched closer, stained and sharp halberds at the ready, the Digital Daimyo drew himself up to his full height, and twitched his head to the side as an errant crossbow bolt thwipped right past his ear.

"Dude. Right to the racism? I will turn this sweet fuckin' car right the hell around and you can deal with Army of Darkness by your own damn selves." The hacker-ronin walked over to Okor and inspected the damage, his back towards the guards. Never show those in authority that they have any power. It arises contempt in the cop heart. A soft, clinking sound broke the gloom as a brave guard decided to apprehend the unholy terrors currently darkening their doorstep, and Hiro drew his brand new pistol one handed and aimed it without looking; the dark, menacing angles of the firearm dousing any flared courage. "Would you give me a goddamn second? You already pinned my co-pilot to my car. He's not a bad guy, really. Underneath all those weapons and spikes and infectious fluids, he's got a heart of gooo.....bronnn...something that doesn't tarnish."

The five guards cleared their throats awkwardly as they backed off a step and formed a defensive stance, keeping an eye on the treeline in case the appearance of the two Primes was merely a distraction. "One moment, Hiro...I will free myself." Okor sounded almost bored, and soon enough there was a sharp snapping sound, Hiro staring in fascinated revulsion as the marine's innards formed a mouth of bone and acid, chewing their master free. A hulking step forward, and the only indication of damage was a vague, Okor-shaped outline of rust and a fist sized hole in the grill.

Wordlessly, Hiro brought the pistol around and shot the still moving zombie head adorning the grill, pulping the undead flesh with a high pitched whine and a soft thwipping noise as the monomolecular projectiles made mincemeat of the rotten skull and bone. A look of glee crossed his features, before he adjusted his goggles and adopted the cool, collected hacker persona. "So, yo. I'm Hiro Protagonist, Agent of the Empire. He's Okor Paleblood, Well-Known Ass Kicker. We're here to help defend your town from the incoming hordes of generally unfriendly ghosts and goblins. Dig?"

The guards shuffled amongst themselves and gave the two of the newcomers rather unfriendly looks. Finally, what seemed to be the leader of this little welcoming committee  (judging from the astounding handlebar moustache jutting from his helmet)  stepped forward and announced in a clear voice, "You will be escorted inside the city gates, under full guard. Your conveyance will be towed inside and stowed in the militia yard until such time as you are deemed to be telling the truth. The Captain of the Defenders will be the judge of that."

The soldiers fanned out and surrounded the two Primes, marching them inside the gates. Leaning over to Okor as an aside, Hiro muttered. "Pretty sure if we had ill intent they'd already be on the ground and we'd be carving a swath through their town."

Okor pointed upwards at the rows upon rows of arrow slits, each one backed 3 with a shining bolthead and a grim face behind it. "I would. You would not be. Unless you can dodge 60 projectiles at once."