06-27-2017, 02:16 PM
A revolting lather of foaming spit splashed onto Sergeant John Estes’ fear contorted face. The horrifying “Were-Red” that was once Harlan Higgs had leapt across the abandoned corridor of the shopping mall and pounced atop the hulking policeman.
“GRAAHARRRAHHHRRH!” it snarled.
The beast flailed, claws lashing and teeth gnashing a hair’s breath from the lacerated officer’s nose. Desperately, Mad Bull held the Were-Red by its wrists, struggling, pushing and vying to create an inch more of separation between the rabid wolf and his naked flesh. With a spine-tingling howl, Harlan let loose another snap of his canine jaws towards Mad Bull. The burly officer juked his head to the left and the Were-Red found only a mouthful of old concrete, spewing flecks of saliva like a burst water balloon all over the Sergeant.
“Watch the mustache ya goddamn dog!” Mad Bull bellowed as he rolled over the beast, trying to pin it against the ground.
The veins on the thickly built Sergeant’s neck pulsed as his bulking muscles exerted every iota of strength to keep the thrashing monster at bay, but even his immense power was not enough to contain the transformed creature. In a crimson flash, the Were-Red managed to pull a paw away and slashed out at the cop’s belly.
“Yeeaargh!!” Sergeant Estes cried, jumping off Harlan and retreating a few steps. His blue uniform was in tatters, three claw marks cutting through the fabric and leaving red hairline cuts across his burly torso. Sweat poured down his exposed neck and trickled into the fresh wounds leaving bloody streaks throughout his black chesthair. His lungs heaved painfully.
The animal paced like a caged tiger, and it would have appeared comical with the torn strands of mafioso suit if it wasn’t for the bloody dripping claws it brandished under the light of the full moon. Guttural tones reverberated from a place deep within its throat as it continued to circle in-and-out of the shadows. Mad Bull furrowed his brow, trying to focus on the target. Harlan in his wolf-like form continued to weave through the darkness, encircling the cop, attempting to reach a killing range, but one misstep brought his red-furred hide under the illumination of the shining moon.
Mad Bull’s mustache bristled as he suddenly jerked a sweaty palm to his hip holster, drew the weapon and snapped off the fourth thundering shot from his Smith & Wesson revolver like a gunslinger at high-noon.
KAPOW!!
The Were-Red zipped like lightning as the .38 slug crashed through another shop window, spraying glass on its impact. Mad Bull pivoted, his eyes trying to follow the fast moving monster, the echo of its growl the only lingering clue to its path. The burly Sergeant gave chase, his heeled feet clapping in pursuit, following just in the wake of the beast as it clambered on all fours across the confines of the mall.
With a sudden burst of speed Harlan leapt atop a nearby storefront, bounded against the wall, reversed its course, swiveled mid-air and pounced towards the persistent officer, claws extracted and ready to tear.
KAPOW!!
KAPOW!!
click!
“YELLLP!”
Mad Bull squeezed the trigger twice, emptying the cylinder into the chest of the airborne beast, twisting hair and flesh into a mangled, agonizing mess of oozing wounds. The unnatural power of the weapon’s two shots stopped the creature’s jumping arc flat, prompting the beast to flop to the dusty tiled floor with a meaty thump. Its hairy legs twitched for a moment, then the frightening monstrosity seemed to come to its senses and scamper back into the shadows.
The Sergeant shoved the empty revolver back into its holster and tried to search for a sign of the unseen hunter that still prowled within dark corners. As he chased a musty smelling bloodtrail deeper into the mall, he suddenly froze in place. Somewhere behind him, Sergeant Estes could hear a challenging roar, and from the vigor of the howl, he knew gunshots alone would not slay this beast. With a grimace, he reached deep into his pants and groped around his jockstrap. After a few seconds, he fished something out.
Mad Bull tested the weight of the grenade in his hand, tossing it from palm to palm. A shadow crossed his brow; the seasoned law officer had a penchant for falling into the worst sort of violent encounters, and today was no different. Once again, the monstrous man would need to rely on his unconventional methods to get through another life-and-death fight.
He waited, his ears listening for the next scamper or bark from the Were-Red. After a few tense moments, he found the beast alone in a dark alley between two storefronts. Its upper lips curled, snarling inhumanely as Mad Bull pulled the pin and rolled the grenade towards the abomination.
“GRAAHARRRAHHHRRH!” it snarled.
The beast flailed, claws lashing and teeth gnashing a hair’s breath from the lacerated officer’s nose. Desperately, Mad Bull held the Were-Red by its wrists, struggling, pushing and vying to create an inch more of separation between the rabid wolf and his naked flesh. With a spine-tingling howl, Harlan let loose another snap of his canine jaws towards Mad Bull. The burly officer juked his head to the left and the Were-Red found only a mouthful of old concrete, spewing flecks of saliva like a burst water balloon all over the Sergeant.
“Watch the mustache ya goddamn dog!” Mad Bull bellowed as he rolled over the beast, trying to pin it against the ground.
The veins on the thickly built Sergeant’s neck pulsed as his bulking muscles exerted every iota of strength to keep the thrashing monster at bay, but even his immense power was not enough to contain the transformed creature. In a crimson flash, the Were-Red managed to pull a paw away and slashed out at the cop’s belly.
“Yeeaargh!!” Sergeant Estes cried, jumping off Harlan and retreating a few steps. His blue uniform was in tatters, three claw marks cutting through the fabric and leaving red hairline cuts across his burly torso. Sweat poured down his exposed neck and trickled into the fresh wounds leaving bloody streaks throughout his black chesthair. His lungs heaved painfully.
The animal paced like a caged tiger, and it would have appeared comical with the torn strands of mafioso suit if it wasn’t for the bloody dripping claws it brandished under the light of the full moon. Guttural tones reverberated from a place deep within its throat as it continued to circle in-and-out of the shadows. Mad Bull furrowed his brow, trying to focus on the target. Harlan in his wolf-like form continued to weave through the darkness, encircling the cop, attempting to reach a killing range, but one misstep brought his red-furred hide under the illumination of the shining moon.
Mad Bull’s mustache bristled as he suddenly jerked a sweaty palm to his hip holster, drew the weapon and snapped off the fourth thundering shot from his Smith & Wesson revolver like a gunslinger at high-noon.
KAPOW!!
The Were-Red zipped like lightning as the .38 slug crashed through another shop window, spraying glass on its impact. Mad Bull pivoted, his eyes trying to follow the fast moving monster, the echo of its growl the only lingering clue to its path. The burly Sergeant gave chase, his heeled feet clapping in pursuit, following just in the wake of the beast as it clambered on all fours across the confines of the mall.
With a sudden burst of speed Harlan leapt atop a nearby storefront, bounded against the wall, reversed its course, swiveled mid-air and pounced towards the persistent officer, claws extracted and ready to tear.
KAPOW!!
KAPOW!!
click!
“YELLLP!”
Mad Bull squeezed the trigger twice, emptying the cylinder into the chest of the airborne beast, twisting hair and flesh into a mangled, agonizing mess of oozing wounds. The unnatural power of the weapon’s two shots stopped the creature’s jumping arc flat, prompting the beast to flop to the dusty tiled floor with a meaty thump. Its hairy legs twitched for a moment, then the frightening monstrosity seemed to come to its senses and scamper back into the shadows.
The Sergeant shoved the empty revolver back into its holster and tried to search for a sign of the unseen hunter that still prowled within dark corners. As he chased a musty smelling bloodtrail deeper into the mall, he suddenly froze in place. Somewhere behind him, Sergeant Estes could hear a challenging roar, and from the vigor of the howl, he knew gunshots alone would not slay this beast. With a grimace, he reached deep into his pants and groped around his jockstrap. After a few seconds, he fished something out.
Mad Bull tested the weight of the grenade in his hand, tossing it from palm to palm. A shadow crossed his brow; the seasoned law officer had a penchant for falling into the worst sort of violent encounters, and today was no different. Once again, the monstrous man would need to rely on his unconventional methods to get through another life-and-death fight.
He waited, his ears listening for the next scamper or bark from the Were-Red. After a few tense moments, he found the beast alone in a dark alley between two storefronts. Its upper lips curled, snarling inhumanely as Mad Bull pulled the pin and rolled the grenade towards the abomination.
Quote:Harlan in Were-Red form slashes up Mad Bull.
Mad Bull fires his fourth revolver shot - Miss!
Harlan stealthily hunts Mad Bull and tries to pounce.
Mad Bull fires his fifth and sixth shots at the Were-Red - Hit!
Harlan retreats, but Mad Bull pursues.
When Mad Bull finally finds Harlan, he uses 1 SP to use Hand Grenade - Tier 1 Super Move (Requires Ranged Proficiency & Area Attack Proficiency).
A brief character note - Mad Bull won't reload his revolver in a fight once he uses his six bullets. He still has his nightstick and shotgun, and hand-to-hand combat however.