06-30-2017, 02:17 AM
Sergeant John Estes slowly hobbled his way out the broken remains of the open aired mall. The fight against Vic Hendy, who turned out to actually be the major crime boss Harlan Higgs, had seemed to be going well at first. Hit for hit, blow for blow, the two mortal enemies seemed evenly matched, until a wild transformation had overtaken the once hip and foppish rogue. Although seemingly feral at first, the mascarading mafioso somehow was able to channel incredible and explosive magic. The burst had been overwhelming for a beat cop like the meaty Mad Bull, but it's final power had shown to be far greater than imaginable, causing extreme levels of damage, even to the hulking body of the mighty law officer.
The burly cop had been brave to have attempted to fight through the onslaught, but even the hardheaded, hard-nosed Sergeant knew the only choice now was to make way for the safe house and seek out assistance. With half his limbs in a very bad condition, the going was tough. An arm and a leg were almost irreparably injured, but somehow, deep within the lawman's soul, he found the urge to carry on.
The way through the abandoned mall was arduous. Flaming bits of old wood, torn and dusty chunks of plaster, warped and twisted steel beams all created a terrible hellscape of destruction. At times, the injured officer would need to crawl on hands on knees through the obliterated corridors of ramshackle shops, but some inner drive to prove all the doubters wrong pushed him forward, further, on and on.
Harlan Higgs, the Master of Disaster, the Maestro of Mischief, and now the Furious Furry, was no where to be seen. With that danger absent, the only path left was for Sergeant Estes to continue moving onwards.
The burly cop had been brave to have attempted to fight through the onslaught, but even the hardheaded, hard-nosed Sergeant knew the only choice now was to make way for the safe house and seek out assistance. With half his limbs in a very bad condition, the going was tough. An arm and a leg were almost irreparably injured, but somehow, deep within the lawman's soul, he found the urge to carry on.
The way through the abandoned mall was arduous. Flaming bits of old wood, torn and dusty chunks of plaster, warped and twisted steel beams all created a terrible hellscape of destruction. At times, the injured officer would need to crawl on hands on knees through the obliterated corridors of ramshackle shops, but some inner drive to prove all the doubters wrong pushed him forward, further, on and on.
Harlan Higgs, the Master of Disaster, the Maestro of Mischief, and now the Furious Furry, was no where to be seen. With that danger absent, the only path left was for Sergeant Estes to continue moving onwards.
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