Side Story Champions of the Arena II: The Hunt

[Jeremi]

DISTRICT B STREETS
Two hands struck the pavement.
But only one belonged to Chuck.
Chuck dropped his broken Paddlesaw. It's spiraling chainsaw blade severed Ouka's arm in turn. His right arm was missing from the elbow down.
Chuck's weapon clattered down upon the concrete. It's snarling blade went quiet.
Ouka's weapon had cut clean through Chuck's left wrist. His remaining hand recoiled. He cried out in agony, but his screams didn't last long. A growl of conviction soon replaced it. He stumbled back and took a second to wrap his stump in his jacket. He panted through the pain. He raised his gun and squinted his blurring eyes.
"Doesn't matter!" He laughed weakly. "Doesn't matter how much of me you chop off... I'm do... I'm doing it for her!"
He pulled his trigger. His aim was handicapped by his injuries. His shot soared over Ouka's shoulder and planted itself in the Neir's right lung. She hit the ground, lifeless and limp.

NEIR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
FATE: SHOT BY CHUCK GREENE, THE MOURNING MOTORHEAD MANAIC

//BOUNTY ADDED// CURRENT BALANCE: 6,001,000//

Chuck swung his weapon around carelessly.
"Another soul... another soul for Katey... How many more, Tormo?" He begged. "How many more?!"

"As many as it takes it takes to bore me. Again."

He turned his weapon back towards Ouka.

"So be it..."

Before he could pull his trigger, Bad Girl's bat shattered one or two of Chuck's rips. He grunted in frustration and fury. He planted the butt of his gun against the girl and shoved her rapidly weakening body back down onto the street. He lined his gun's barrel up with Charlotte's forehead.
"This... it's all your fault!" He snarled like a dog. "You could've saved her! If you had acted on that alarm... I wouldn't have to do this! I wouldn't have to---"

Crack

Blade Wolf- rescued from certain death by Ouka- turned around on the spot and kicked Chuck with his hind legs. His aim was thrown off. His shot struck Charlotte's shoulder, sparing her life. The maniac's body was tossed across the street as if it were nothing more than a toy. His back struck an abandoned car with a crack. He shattered the vehicle's windows in the process. Resting on his hands and knees, he fires a few more blind shots into the crowd, his consciousness fading.

His eyes fell to his hands. They fell to his gun. No... they fell to Katey's gun. A cloak of disgust crawled over him. He swallowed his sickness. He buried his self-loathing. He forced himself back up onto his feet.

For Katey. It was all for Katey.


[HEEDING] Prototype nodded, falling back to Yashamaru's side. [FALLING BACK// REGROUPING AS COMMANDED---]
He froze on the spot. The light upon his forehead started to flicker and blink.

Ping!

[CALCULATIONS COMPLETE // OPTIMAL ROUTE CALCULATED // ROUTE CHARTED // UNIT CAN CARRY A SINGLE PASSENGER] His head bounced between Ouka and Charlotte. [PLEASE SELECT PASSENGER//]

2 MINUTES 30 SECONDS UNTIL BAD GIRL SUCCUMBS TO FROST'S POISON
50 MINUTES UNTIL OUKA SUCCUMBS TO BLOOD LOSS
50 MINUTES UNTIL CHUCK GREEN SUCCUMBS TO BLOOD LOSS

@Yun Lee @Takumi @Jeremi @Atomic Knight @Gummi Bunnies @Lucky

OUTPOST
The Snipers opened fire upon Aerosmith. Their shots initially harmlessly passed through the stand. A normal sniper might have been unnerved or perturbed by such a development. But the Deadeyes were not normal snipers. They dealt with ridiculous shit on a daily basis. They tapped the side of their helmets and lined up another shot. They pulled their triggers. Two energy bolts left their weapons, perfectly in sync. They energy seemed to change color a dozen times before grazing Aethosmith's wing and...

Damaging it?

Their shots weren't dealing a dramatic amount of damage, but the fact that the Stand was sustaining any sort of damage from these strange energy blasts was...

Curious.

The burn marks they energy blasts left upon Aerosmith possessed a peculiar, citrus-y scent. Although they weren't too powerful, enduring the Sniper's barrage would quickly wear down the Stand's defenses unless further evasive measures were taken.

Still. Aerosmith's distraction proved successful. With the exception of the guard readying himself in the break room, the entirety of the Outpost's staff were either preoccupied or- in the case of the two soldiers sent out to capture Frost- bleeding out by the side of the road.




Frost did his best to force Rhaast away from him... but he was exhausted. He was already blooded, bruised and burning. He summoned the last of his strength and raised his hands to greet his foe. It wasn't nearly enough.
"BASSTTAARR--AAGHH---AGGHH!!!!"
Rhaast skewed Frost. With an final gasp and gurgle, his tail twitched for one, last time. His jaw swung loose. His eyes rolled back. He stopped fighting.

FROST HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
FATE: TURNED INTO AN ALIEN KEBAB BY RHAAST

//BOUNTY ADDED// CURRENT BALANCE: 8,021,000//

"Yo, Rhaast!" Mr.HC cried out as his garbage truck drifted to a stop at the edge of the bridge. He unintentionally placed himself between Chise, Eight Hearts and the Generator. "Get a load of this!"

He waved out of his window and waved a small blue vial about in the air.
"Either this is the antidote you're after, or I've just crawled through a ton of trash for a bottle of jack shit! Unless this is... fucking heroine or some--- shit!"

A sniper's shot sent the test tube spiraling out of Samatoki's hand and across the bridge. It struck the concrete with a light click and slowly rolled across the outpost until...

It came to a stop at Chise and Eight's feet, revealing them to their fellow Hunters.

"Fuck!" HC cried, taking cover behind his truck. Aerosmith's swoop-by swiftly drew the sniper's attention away from the bridge once again. "Fuck! Fuck guns!"

2 more Hunters have been eliminated. 28 hunters remaining.

@Ottonomous Ghost @Jeremi @Takumi @Lucky @Capri​

"Only chicken shits blame everyone else for their shitty live," Bad Girl almost instantly started to get up. The pain was nothing but fuel for her to push forward and finish this. With her bat in hand she aimed to smash his knee with her bat. "Don't worry you piece of shit." If the first hit had been successful she'd plant her bat right across Chuck's face. "Your little girl didn't have to see what a fucking loser you ended up becoming!"

There wasn't enough time to stop Chuck, not when they needed in to the amusement park. With not much time, Yashamaru moved to Ouka, ripping a strip of fabric from Neir's clothes to make a tourniquet for the boy's injury. He looked to Charlotte as Prototype indicated her. Unhinged, yes, but she seemed to have her own moral code. And really, he owed her his own life, and a few others, for going after Chuck.

"Thank you for not going after us," he said. "There may be time to save you, if we move quickly enough. I want to put an end to this, too. We can do it together, if you want to try one last chance."

@Sark @Yun Lee @Takumi @Jeremi @Atomic Knight @Gummi Bunnies @Lucky​

"Do whatever the fuck you want pretty boy," She snapped. "Dead now or dead later I'm still fucking dead."

---

Eight Hears looked at the canister. Then up to the two hunters. Back to the canister before looking at the towers. "..." He gave Rhaast and MC a bow before using the distraction to continue towards the bridge as quietly as he could.


@Ottonomous Ghost @Jeremi @Takumi @Lucky @Capri

 

[Lucky]

Chase Davenport

It was a good thing that Chase had learned to process fast as a bionic being. All he had wanted to do was to stop the champion in the amusement park, but then everything had gone to Hell. He had taken the time to assess the danger and while nobody was paying attention to him, he would put up his force field and moved silently, making sure to go unnoticed as possible. While beng as silent as he could, he would get behind Chuck who had been the one causing the most trouble, slowly drop his shield and just as quickly change into his laser bo and attempt to stab through the heart if he went unnnoticed. Just as quickly as he did that, the second the deed was done ( or if he was noticed before it was done), he would pull back and put the force field back up.

@Sark @Jeremi @Atomic Knight @Yun Lee @Atomi Knight @Gummi Bunnies

Allison Argent

Alliison had been watching, sticking to the shadows, and watched as the canister revealed the two. She would watch and see what they do now. Last thing she needed was more enemies.

@Ottonomous Ghost @Jeremi @Takumi @Capri @Sark

 

[Yun Lee]

Yashamaru nodded. "Okay. Prototype, take Ouka. I'll get Charlotte to the hotel." He was already indebted to Arcade as it was, why not try to get more out of him? If Charlotte allowed him to, he would pick her up and make a mad break for the hotel once Ouka was properly bandaged up. Time was running out, so he'd use every ounce of Tengu magic at his disposal to use speed and wind to get them there in enough time.

@Sark @Yun Lee @Takumi @Jeremi @Atomic Knight @Gummi Bunnies @Lucky
@Streets -> Hotel​

 

[Gummi Bunnies]

❝ Must... continue... on... ❞ Rena repeated again and again. The world was practically against her. Always have been, she just chose to ignore it until now. The world was rotten and evil. The world wanted her dead. If she were able to, the teenager wanted nothing more than to kill the world that wanted to endanger her. It was that simple.

A sick and numbing sensation ran throughout her body, but it couldn't be the poison that Frost boasted about. He was lying. Liars had it coming to them. She was fine. She was only shaken up by the sequence of events. It'll go away soon. She was not going to die.

________-sama forbid it.

Live. Live. Live. Live. Live.

Rena knew that she had to kill everyone else before they had the slightest idea on killing her. It was that simple. Yet... she knew better than to throw her life away recklessly. She would only end up dying to someone, she needed to hide. Hide for now, kill later.

Live. Live. Livelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelive.

Even if someone were to reach out their hand to her, Rena refused it. Just like a wolf in sheep's clothing, she saw that as nothing more than a lie. She couldn't trust anybody. Only ________-sama could be trusted.

❝ Must... live... and then... kill everyone... I have to... ❞ She continued on, getting herself to take cover while in the streets. Really, it felt like this was it. The end of everything as she knew it. That it was all-

The teenager finally remembered something important.

Ah, how could she forget?

________-sama just reminded her. Granted her the opportunity to remember.

❝ ... I... I'm supposed to be dead? Along... along with... -HRRK!! ❞ She spoke with a cleared mind full of terror, and that in itself was short-lived as a tight force began to choke her out. Deep red imprints around her neck that loosely resembled hand marks, as if someone that couldn't be seen was strangling her.

Livelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelivelive!!!

❝ Shhh... you're not allowed to talk anymore, piece. Wait, piece, what does th- Don't interrupt me, I only acted as your false god to see what the world outside was like, you only served as a means to do so. Even in certain death, your existence was that delusional to the point where a lone Witch like me could swindle control without trouble. Ironic that your current string of fate even with this false second chance would only lead to the same kind of death for you. A death where your own delusions stained your own purity, and resulted with you bringing the absolute and despairing demise to yourself and your friends. ❞

Every time Rena tried to speak over this Witch that spoke in her voice, she found herself choking again and again. By doing so, the Witch couldn't speak her mind.

❝ Tch, you're too talkative for me. Plus, you chose to forget about your own death in order to selfishly live, which in itself, is an absolute lie. Humans can be so hypocritical... so I have no choice but to punish you appropriately. ❞ Rena couldn't believe the words that this... this... this self-proclaimed Witch was saying with her voice. She had to be hallucinating. There was no way that she was being played around with by a Witch!

First her voice, now she lost control of her arms, which forcefully guided her hatchet towards her mouth. Her eyes widened in horror, trying to will herself to prevent the inevitable.

Nonononononononononono.... why me? Why does this have to happen to m-

Alas, it was no use. Blood splattered everywhere, staining herself and the hatchet that crudely cut out her tongue. Her mind was thrown into utter chaos from the pain and disbelief that this was actually happening, so much that this might as well snap her out of her fit of insanity.

Agonizing screams and choking coughs were the only sounds that came from the real Rena, and not the Witch who seemingly borrowed her body.

❝ Better. Not the way I would've done so, but there's only so much I can do with this manic-filled body. I can afford to lose a tongue and nothing more. ❞ "Rena" sighed despite the audible suffering of the body's actual owner, as if Rena's voice was stolen to the point that the Witch could speak using it despite the severed tongue. Deliberately separated from the pain, the body stood up to marinate on the current situation at hand.

❝ Hm... so this is what it's like outside the Metaworld. Nothing like what I was told, but they knew I was a curious sort despite my role. ❞ A clash of emotions could be seen on Rena's face. While it was obvious that she was under so much pain, the body was forced to smile, because the Witch wished so.

❝ Well, I always wanted to get involved in these things, and this is a rare opportunity for the Witch of Purity to finally have this kind of thrills. ❞ The forced smile curled up even more, showing no empathy to Rena and the others present.

❝ C'mon now, don't be shy. This piece named Rena had enough fun, so why don't you enlighten me, Purezza, more about this game we're playing? I'm only a beginner after all~ ❞

@Yun Lee @Takumi @Jeremi @Atomic Knight @Sark @Lucky @DistrictBStreets​

 

[Sark]

"What? N-No..." Marianne shook her head, noticing that telltale collar around the man's neck. "It's alright...you're just trying to get out like everyone else." Just like Haytham and that lady in the opera house. Just like that nice sir knight in that shopping center. All good people who she had ruined. And if she wasn't careful, she'd do the same to this man, too. "...here. To show I mean no harm." Following the lead of Haytham, Marianne fumbled with her collar to transfer what she had to this man. As she did, the last words Haytham spoke to her stung in her mind. He was right about her...but even so, it hurt to actually hear. At least after this man, she'd never have to speak to another person again. Just thirty two more hours...and then it would all finally be over.

@Sark

CASINO
//CREDITS ADDED// CURRENT BALANCE: 33,000//
"Well... that was astoundingly simply... Fuck..." 45 shrugged. "Well, if we're on the same page..." Jyuto placed his hand upon Marianne's back and slowly lead her out of the alley. "I suppose our 'business' has concluded. The YCPD thanks you for your dona--"

[SSSKKKKKKKRRRRR]

An armored truck screeched past the jaws of the alley, bowling Jyuto and Marianne back down the alley and into a trash can.

"You fucks!" Jyuto exclaimed. "Where the fuck did you learn how to drive? The Village Fair? The Go Kart Arena?"

A siren sounded from inside the car.

"Oi! Don't think you can scare me off like that! I know that trick! I practically invented that trick! Get your ass out here--" Jyuto knocked on the car's tinted windows. The driver didn't respond. He pulled upon the door's handle. The door came swinging open. The driver fell out on top of him. Flood from the man's manged face poured down the Cop's white shirt. "The Fuck... What the F--"

[SSSSKKKKRRRRRR] [SSSSSKKKKRRR] [SKKKRRRRRR]

Three more armored trucks skidded to a halt before the Casino. The doorman ran out to greet them, a scowl pinned to his face.

"This is a pedestrian street! You can drive here! You can't park here! You can't--

"Lock-down!" A soldier screamed, poking his torso out through his truck's sun roof. "This whole block is getting locked down! Clear the streets! Now!"

The growing crowd of gamblers didn't budge. Some stared in confusion. Some reached for their phones. Others just stood there and complained.

Lock-Downs were a District C problem. Lock-Downs were a poor people problem. Damn soldiers. They must have come to town to ruin there holidays. Yes. That was the only rational explanation. Unwilling to leave their roulette wheels and winnings behind, the crowd refused to disperse. Some returned to the Casino as if nothing had happened, happy for dwindling competition.

"Listen to us! You need to get out of here!" The Soldier sounded his siren. "It's not safe! You need t--- AGGHHH!"

A grey hand reached up through the sky roof and dragged the wounded soldier back down into the vehicle below. The flash of three gunshots illuminated the car's windows. The vehicle went silent.

"The fuck...?" 45 muttered to himself, squinting through the mirror of the armored car that was blocked the edge of the alley. He was oblivious to the changes that were overtaking the corpse at their feet.

"Only chicken shits blame everyone else for their shitty live," Bad Girl almost instantly started to get up. The pain was nothing but fuel for her to push forward and finish this. With her bat in hand she aimed to smash his knee with her bat. "Don't worry you piece of shit." If the first hit had been successful she'd plant her bat right across Chuck's face. "Your little girl didn't have to see what a fucking loser you ended up becoming!"

DISTRICT B/C STREETS
"That makes two of us!" Chuck snapped, stepping out of the path of Charlotte's sloppy swing. He contemplated putting a bullet in her then and there. No. That was too good for her. She might have just killed his daughter. She deserved to suffer. She deserved to endure ever last painful minute of her short, short life. "That makes two of us..."

It was a good thing that Chase had learned to process fast as a bionic being. All he had wanted to do was to stop the champion in the amusement park, but then everything had gone to Hell. He had taken the time to assess the danger and while nobody was paying attention to him, he would put up his force field and moved silently, making sure to go unnoticed as possible. While beng as silent as he could, he would get behind Chuck who had been the one causing the most trouble, slowly drop his shield and just as quickly change into his laser bo and attempt to stab through the heart if he went unnnoticed. Just as quickly as he did that, the second the deed was done ( or if he was noticed before it was done), he would pull back and put the force field back up.

❝ C'mon now, don't be shy. This piece named Rena had enough fun, so why don't you enlighten me, Purezza, more about this game we're playing? I'm only a beginner after all~ ❞

Despite his best attempts to sneak up on Chuck, Chase's stealth attack was ultimately unsuccessful. With his back still pressed against an abandoned car, Chase couldn't effectively approach him from behind. The maniac caught him in the corner of his eye. He swung around, hate burning in his eyes. He attempted to strike the boy with the butt of his gun, but Chase's shield saved him from a concussion. His weapon bounced off of the boy's barrier and shattered the car's rear glass.

[SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE]

The car's alarm screamed. It was a shrill, horrible cry. It could be heard for miles and miles around.

"You stupid fucks!" The soldier screamed, raising her weapon. "You've killed us all!"
Her hands started to shake. Her once iron facade started to slip. Her eyes widened. She turned on the spot, pointing her weapon at every shadow and every alley she could see.
The sound of shuffling feet was closing in on the Hunters. It was closing in from all directs.
"I know that sound..." Chuck muttered to himself. "I know that sound..." He cautiously fell back towards his bike. "I know that sound! Tormo!"
The hologram was gone.
"Get back here! Get your ass back here!"
The holograms continued to loop OBLIVION Energy drink ads.
"Oh... oh... you better hope that the demon chick can save you..." Chuck cried out to the remaining Champions. "Better pray that whatever Rena's becoming is enough... Because by God... We've all fucked..." He threw his leg over his bike's side and revved his engines. The shuffling grew louder. "I need to get back to the safe house... No... I need to find Tormo... Got to get the cure off of him... unless he's already cured Katey... no..." He ranted to himself. Several shadowy figures stumbled to the edge of alleys, their faces obscured by the darkness. "Gotta find him first... don't want to see her if... No... gotta find Tormo." A stream of smoke poured from his hind wheel as he completed a burn-out and turned his back on the amusement park. He couldn't bare too face the corpses. Not again. "Gotta go... Gotta to... Gotta Go!"

Yashamaru nodded. "Okay. Prototype, take Ouka. I'll get Charlotte to the hotel." He was already indebted to Arcade as it was, why not try to get more out of him? If Charlotte allowed him to, he would pick her up and make a mad break for the hotel once Ouka was properly bandaged up. Time was running out, so he'd use every ounce of Tengu magic at his disposal to use speed and wind to get them there in enough time.

"?!" Ouka's eyes widened, as blood hit his cheek a moment. He stumbled back a half step, before his gaze traveled down to the severed limbs on the ground.
He grit his teeth and swallowed the scream that tried to make it's way up, his left hand moving to clutch what remained of his right arm and work to heal it. Or at least, set it on the path to healing quickly anyway.
Yashamaru was barely noticed as Ouka took shaky breaths as he tried to focus his magic into attempting to heal the wound as best as he could.

DISTRICT B/C STREETS ---> HOTEL AVENUE
[[PARAMETERS ACCEPTED]] Blade Wolf nodded. He moved swiftly and silently. He swept Ouka off of his feet and raised him up onto his back. Ouka's magic had helped to close his wound, but, judging by the dark marks that were speckled across his shoulder, it was already infected. He had brought himself sometime, but he would still need to reach a physician soon if he wanted to leave the arena alive. Prototype wrapped his tail-wire around Ouka to keep him in place as the pair sprinted northward towards the Hotel.

"Off limits! This part of the city is off limits..."
The Knightblade's protestations were lost to the winds as the 4 hunters charged towards the Hotel.

Prototype was one of the few people in the Arena capable of matching Yashamaru's speed. Perhaps he was even capable of surpassing it, but he held back from charge at his max-speed. He thought of leave his master behind and failing in his Prime Directive... it chilled him to his mechanical core. He wouldn't leave him. He couldn't leave him beh---

BANG

A projectile shattered the window of an abandoned pharmacy beside the Hunters. A hail of broken glass washed over them, the pain of which was enough to send them tumbling to their knees. It took a moment for Blade Wolf's visual-receptors to reactivate. He cancelled out of a dozen error screen and took a micro-second to survey the projectile that had been launched their way--

---The Headless Body of Victor Saltzpyre.

VICTOR SALTZPYRE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED
FATE: BEHEADED BY THE FINAL HUNTER

If Prototype had hairs, they would be standing on end. He turned on the spot and raised Ouka back onto his back. He watched over Yashamaru's body as the samurai recovered from the shock of the fall. His audio-receptors were working over time. He was listening for something. Anything. He was picking up footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Rhythmic footsteps.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

They were getting closer. Closer and closer. He had to remove Ouka from the situation. His master had commanded him. He was a good dog. He had to obey. He turned and fled. He charged through the rubble of a toppled building. He climbed upwards until he reached the rooftops. He turned back to face his wounded master.

A beat.
A choice.
A decision.
A poor one.

He set Ouka down atop the rooftop. He could see the hotel from here. If he ran from roof to roof, he could likely reach the hotel in a matter of minutes. He could see the amusement park, too. He could see a large-headed man battling two other hunters atop a shakey roller coaster. Blade Wolf wouldn't accompany him to either location. He couldn't. He had to disobey orders. He had to be a bad dog.

Prototype returned rubble 'stairs' that had carried him to the rooftops. He returned to the burning storefront. He returned to the sea of glass. He returned his master.

He was a bad dog.

The stalking stranger was closer now. He could hear his footsteps. He could feel them shaking the ground. He was a breathe away. A step away. Blade Wolf turned to face the brick wall that stood behind them.
He was coming.

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

The wall was shattered like glass. A large, burned hand reached out towards the mechanical dog. Prototype didn't dodge it. He couldn't risk it hurting his master. He could risk it hurting his master's charge. He had surveyed the stranger's mass. He had surveyed his size. He had accounted for his weapons and abilities. Prototype knew that he couldn't kill the strange. He couldn't stop the Final Hunter. But he could slow him. Every second he brought was a second his master could go on living.

Prototype leaped towards the Final Hunter's hand. He let the strange crush his mechanical throat. He let Victor's fresh blood pour across his armored flesh. BW plunged his chainsaw tail deep into the stranger's rips. The stranger barely flinched. It was worth a shot. He unleashed a volley of knives into his chest. He pounded his feet against the Final Hunter's chest. The stranger stumbled back half a step. His anger rose. But BW didn't care. He had brought his master half a step of safety. It was all worth it. His kicked him again. And again. And again. He unleashed a stream of oil upon him and ignited it with a spark from his tail. Even the flames barely slowed him. But he'd be damned if he didn't try. He hammered the glass from his shattered visor into the Stranger's West.

He was a Bad Dog, after all. Bad Dogs don't like strangers. Bad Dogs bite strangers.

The Final Hunter crushed BW's skull with his other hand. He dropped him onto the curb. He stepped upon his torso. If Blade Wolf could have smiled, he would have done so as his optical senses slowly died. It had all been worth it. He had slowed the stranger down. Just a little.

He was a Good Dog. Good Dogs keep their masters safe.

BLADE WOLF HAS BEEN ELIMINATED
NO BOUNTY AWARDED

A rumbling, bestial groan rumbled from deep inside the Final Hunter's belly.

"Hunnnnttttteeedddd...." He gurgled. "Hhhhuuunnnttteeedd...."

"HHUUUUNNNNNTTTEEEDDDDD!"
Nemesis bellowed, the force of his breath burning Charlotte's skin.
"HUNNNNTTTEEDDDD!!!"
The Hotel is only a block away.
Fight or fly.

2 MINUTES UNTIL CHARLOTTE SUCCUMBS TO FROST'S POISON.

Neir. Samus. The Solider at 45 Rabbit's feet. Victor Saltzpyre. Their bodies started to twitch and spasm. They slowly pushed themselves up onto their hands and knees. Blood continued to pour from their fresh wounds. Their jaws swung loose. They stared at their fellow hunted with cold, empty eyes. The Dead Stumbled forward. Something was dragging them groaning and moaning back to the land of the living.

OBLIVION ENERGY PRESENTS
Complete Bounty List- 2,000,000 Per Kill*
Bounty List: Complete!​

1. Akuma, NPC, Credits: 4,011,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 8]​
2. Aliceviel von Einzbern, Credits: 000 @York ELIMINATED?​
3. Allison Argent, Credits: 11,000 @Lucky [INSANITY SCORE: 9]​
4. Assaj Ventress, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 2]​
5. Boba Fett, NPC, Credits: 000 ELIMINATED?​
6. Charlotte Birkin/Bad Girl, Credits: 11,000 @Jeremi [INSANITY SCORE: 9]​
7. Chase Davenport, Credits: 20,000 @Lucky [INSANITY SCORE: 3]​
8. Chise Hatori, Credits: 11,000 @Takumi [INSANITY SCORE: 0]​
9. Chuck Greene Credits: 6, 001,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIAC]​
10. Daniel Diaz, Credits: 11,000 @Atomic Knight [INSANITY SCORE: 0]​
11. Dengar, NPC, Credits: 0 ELIMINATED!​
12. Frank West, NPC, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 3]​
13. Frost, NPC, Credits: 1,000 ELIMINATED? SKEWERED BY RHAAST​
14. Gen, NPC, Credits: 000 ELIMINATED! Neck snapped by Yashamaru Kurama?​
15. Greedo, NPC, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIAC]​
16. "The Phantom", NPC, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIAC]​
17. Haytham Kenway, NPC, Credit: 11,000 [???]​
18. Helena Douglas, Credits: 000 @Minerva ELIMINATED?​
19. Higgs Monaghan, Credits: 11,000 @amwexia ELIMINATED?​
20. Hit, NPC Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 0]​
21. IG-88, NPC, Credits: 0 ELIMINATED!​
22. Jetstream Sam, NPC, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIC]​
23. Katey Greene, NPC, Credits: 5,000 [???]​
24. Eight Hearts @Jeremi [INSANITY SCORE: 5]​
25. Juri, NPC, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 9]​
26. Kayn and Rhaast, Credits: 6,021,000 @Ottonomous Ghost [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIAC]​
27. Kurome Ankokuboshi, Credits: 11,000 @Raynar Saassin ELIMINATED?​
28. Lucas Kellan/ Shadow 1-8, Credits: 511,000 @dark ELIMINATED?​
29. Marianne von Edmund, Credits: 22,000 @Yun Lee [INSANITY SCORE: 9]​
30. Markus Kruber, Credits: 2,011,000 @Crunch [INSANITY SCORE: 2]​
31. Namae Ouka, Credits: 11,000 @Takumi [INSANITY SCORE: 5]​
32. Narancia Ghirga, Credits: 11,000 @amwexia [INSANITY SCORE: 0]​
33. Neir, Credits: 11,000 @Gummi Bunnies ELIMINATED?​
34. NEMESIS-T TYPE, NPC, CREDITS: 14,577,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 11] [MANIAC]​
35. Maya "Echo" Visari,Credits: 000 @dark ELIMINATED?​
36. LARGE HEADED AMUSEMENT PARK HUNTER, NPC, Credits: 2,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 9]​
37. Rena Ryugu, Credits: 11,000 @Gummi Bunnies [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIAC]​
38. Ridely, NPC, Credits: 000 ELIMINATED?​
39. Samus Aran, NPC, Credits: 000 ELIMINATED?​
40. Sean Diaz,Credits: 511,000 @Atomic Knight [INSANITY SCORE: 0]​
41. Seto and Sai, Credits: 000 @Jackythejack ELIMINATED?​
42. Starlord, Credits: 0 NPC, ELIMINATED?​
43. T-888, Credits: 11,000 @York ELIMINATED?​
44. Trace, Credits: 11,000 ELIMINATED?​
45. Trudgen Ren, NPC, Credits: 0 ELIMINATED?​
46. Uzume Tennouboshi, Credits: 11,000 @Raynar Saassin ELIMINATED?​
47. Vamp, NPC, Credits: 11,000 ELIMINATED!​
48. Victor Saltzpyre, Credits: 2,022,190 ELIMINATED! BEHEADED BY NEMESIS!​
49. Yashamaru Kurama, Credits: 501,000 @Yun Lee [INSANITY SCORE: 5]​
50. 45 Rabbit, NPC, 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 8]​

23 Hunters have been eliminated...?
27 Hunters remain.
Only 20 of which are still sane.
***​

 

[Lucky]

Chase Davenport

Chase was slightly relieved that the attack didn't work as he was not sure what he was gong to do after that. He saw the dead rise and he was starting to get nervous. He had to compartmentalize that fact and fast. The last thing he needed right now was for the Comando App to activate. He took a deep breath and kept his shield up and looked for any clear vantage point. If he could find a higher ground, he would take it, but he needed to be careful. While he could use two powers at once, he also knew that the last thing he needed right now was to go unconcious. " I think we need to get out of here and fast, if anyone wants to protect anyone, get them close to me and I cna hold them in my force field" he replied, knowing that car alarm was starting to become a problem for him.

@Atomic Knight @Sark @District B/C streets

 

[Jeremi]

Yashamaru nodded. "Okay. Prototype, take Ouka. I'll get Charlotte to the hotel." He was already indebted to Arcade as it was, why not try to get more out of him? If Charlotte allowed him to, he would pick her up and make a mad break for the hotel once Ouka was properly bandaged up. Time was running out, so he'd use every ounce of Tengu magic at his disposal to use speed and wind to get them there in enough time.

@Sark @Yun Lee @Takumi @Jeremi @Atomic Knight @Gummi Bunnies @Lucky
@Streets -> Hotel​

"You better fucking not play any grab ass!" Bad Girl warned him. She was contemplating it...maybe there was still a chance.

CASINO
//CREDITS ADDED// CURRENT BALANCE: 33,000//
"Well... that was astoundingly simply... Fuck..." 45 shrugged. "Well, if we're on the same page..." Jyuto placed his hand upon Marianne's back and slowly lead her out of the alley. "I suppose our 'business' has concluded. The YCPD thanks you for your dona--"

[SSSKKKKKKKRRRRR]

An armored truck screeched past the jaws of the alley, bowling Jyuto and Marianne back down the alley and into a trash can.

"You fucks!" Jyuto exclaimed. "Where the fuck did you learn how to drive? The Village Fair? The Go Kart Arena?"

A siren sounded from inside the car.

"Oi! Don't think you can scare me off like that! I know that trick! I practically invented that trick! Get your ass out here--" Jyuto knocked on the car's tinted windows. The driver didn't respond. He pulled upon the door's handle. The door came swinging open. The driver fell out on top of him. Flood from the man's manged face poured down the Cop's white shirt. "The Fuck... What the F--"

[SSSSKKKKRRRRRR] [SSSSSKKKKRRR] [SKKKRRRRRR]

Three more armored trucks skidded to a halt before the Casino. The doorman ran out to greet them, a scowl pinned to his face.

"This is a pedestrian street! You can drive here! You can't park here! You can't--

"Lock-down!" A soldier screamed, poking his torso out through his truck's sun roof. "This whole block is getting locked down! Clear the streets! Now!"

The growing crowd of gamblers didn't budge. Some stared in confusion. Some reached for their phones. Others just stood there and complained.

Lock-Downs were a District C problem. Lock-Downs were a poor people problem. Damn soldiers. They must have come to town to ruin there holidays. Yes. That was the only rational explanation. Unwilling to leave their roulette wheels and winnings behind, the crowd refused to disperse. Some returned to the Casino as if nothing had happened, happy for dwindling competition.

"Listen to us! You need to get out of here!" The Soldier sounded his siren. "It's not safe! You need t--- AGGHHH!"

A grey hand reached up through the sky roof and dragged the wounded soldier back down into the vehicle below. The flash of three gunshots illuminated the car's windows. The vehicle went silent.

"The fuck...?" 45 muttered to himself, squinting through the mirror of the armored car that was blocked the edge of the alley. He was oblivious to the changes that were overtaking the corpse at their feet.

DISTRICT B/C STREETS
"That makes two of us!" Chuck snapped, stepping out of the path of Charlotte's sloppy swing. He contemplated putting a bullet in her then and there. No. That was too good for her. She might have just killed his daughter. She deserved to suffer. She deserved to endure ever last painful minute of her short, short life. "That makes two of us..."


Despite his best attempts to sneak up on Chuck, Chase's stealth attack was ultimately unsuccessful. With his back still pressed against an abandoned car, Chase couldn't effectively approach him from behind. The maniac caught him in the corner of his eye. He swung around, hate burning in his eyes. He attempted to strike the boy with the butt of his gun, but Chase's shield saved him from a concussion. His weapon bounced off of the boy's barrier and shattered the car's rear glass.

[SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE]

The car's alarm screamed. It was a shrill, horrible cry. It could be heard for miles and miles around.

"You stupid fucks!" The soldier screamed, raising her weapon. "You've killed us all!"
Her hands started to shake. Her once iron facade started to slip. Her eyes widened. She turned on the spot, pointing her weapon at every shadow and every alley she could see.
The sound of shuffling feet was closing in on the Hunters. It was closing in from all directs.
"I know that sound..." Chuck muttered to himself. "I know that sound..." He cautiously fell back towards his bike. "I know that sound! Tormo!"
The hologram was gone.
"Get back here! Get your ass back here!"
The holograms continued to loop OBLIVION Energy drink ads.
"Oh... oh... you better hope that the demon chick can save you..." Chuck cried out to the remaining Champions. "Better pray that whatever Rena's becoming is enough... Because by God... We've all fucked..." He threw his leg over his bike's side and revved his engines. The shuffling grew louder. "I need to get back to the safe house... No... I need to find Tormo... Got to get the cure off of him... unless he's already cured Katey... no..." He ranted to himself. Several shadowy figures stumbled to the edge of alleys, their faces obscured by the darkness. "Gotta find him first... don't want to see her if... No... gotta find Tormo." A stream of smoke poured from his hind wheel as he completed a burn-out and turned his back on the amusement park. He couldn't bare too face the corpses. Not again. "Gotta go... Gotta to... Gotta Go!"



DISTRICT B/C STREETS ---> HOTEL AVENUE
[[PARAMETERS ACCEPTED]] Blade Wolf nodded. He moved swiftly and silently. He swept Ouka off of his feet and raised him up onto his back. Ouka's magic had helped to close his wound, but, judging by the dark marks that were speckled across his shoulder, it was already infected. He had brought himself sometime, but he would still need to reach a physician soon if he wanted to leave the arena alive. Prototype wrapped his tail-wire around Ouka to keep him in place as the pair sprinted northward towards the Hotel.

"Off limits! This part of the city is off limits..."
The Knightblade's protestations were lost to the winds as the 4 hunters charged towards the Hotel.

Prototype was one of the few people in the Arena capable of matching Yashamaru's speed. Perhaps he was even capable of surpassing it, but he held back from charge at his max-speed. He thought of leave his master behind and failing in his Prime Directive... it chilled him to his mechanical core. He wouldn't leave him. He couldn't leave him beh---

BANG

A projectile shattered the window of an abandoned pharmacy beside the Hunters. A hail of broken glass washed over them, the pain of which was enough to send them tumbling to their knees. It took a moment for Blade Wolf's visual-receptors to reactivate. He cancelled out of a dozen error screen and took a micro-second to survey the projectile that had been launched their way--

---The Headless Body of Victor Saltzpyre.

VICTOR SALTZPYRE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED
FATE: BEHEADED BY THE FINAL HUNTER

If Prototype had hairs, they would be standing on end. He turned on the spot and raised Ouka back onto his back. He watched over Yashamaru's body as the samurai recovered from the shock of the fall. His audio-receptors were working over time. He was listening for something. Anything. He was picking up footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Rhythmic footsteps.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

They were getting closer. Closer and closer. He had to remove Ouka from the situation. His master had commanded him. He was a good dog. He had to obey. He turned and fled. He charged through the rubble of a toppled building. He climbed upwards until he reached the rooftops. He turned back to face his wounded master.

A beat.
A choice.
A decision.
A poor one.

He set Ouka down atop the rooftop. He could see the hotel from here. If he ran from roof to roof, he could likely reach the hotel in a matter of minutes. He could see the amusement park, too. He could see a large-headed man battling two other hunters atop a shakey roller coaster. Blade Wolf wouldn't accompany him to either location. He couldn't. He had to disobey orders. He had to be a bad dog.

Prototype returned rubble 'stairs' that had carried him to the rooftops. He returned to the burning storefront. He returned to the sea of glass. He returned his master.

He was a bad dog.

The stalking stranger was closer now. He could hear his footsteps. He could feel them shaking the ground. He was a breathe away. A step away. Blade Wolf turned to face the brick wall that stood behind them.
He was coming.

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

The wall was shattered like glass. A large, burned hand reached out towards the mechanical dog. Prototype didn't dodge it. He couldn't risk it hurting his master. He could risk it hurting his master's charge. He had surveyed the stranger's mass. He had surveyed his size. He had accounted for his weapons and abilities. Prototype knew that he couldn't kill the strange. He couldn't stop the Final Hunter. But he could slow him. Every second he brought was a second his master could go on living.

Prototype leaped towards the Final Hunter's hand. He let the strange crush his mechanical throat. He let Victor's fresh blood pour across his armored flesh. BW plunged his chainsaw tail deep into the stranger's rips. The stranger barely flinched. It was worth a shot. He unleashed a volley of knives into his chest. He pounded his feet against the Final Hunter's chest. The stranger stumbled back half a step. His anger rose. But BW didn't care. He had brought his master half a step of safety. It was all worth it. His kicked him again. And again. And again. He unleashed a stream of oil upon him and ignited it with a spark from his tail. Even the flames barely slowed him. But he'd be damned if he didn't try. He hammered the glass from his shattered visor into the Stranger's West.

He was a Bad Dog, after all. Bad Dogs don't like strangers. Bad Dogs bite strangers.

The Final Hunter crushed BW's skull with his other hand. He dropped him onto the curb. He stepped upon his torso. If Blade Wolf could have smiled, he would have done so as his optical senses slowly died. It had all been worth it. He had slowed the stranger down. Just a little.

He was a Good Dog. Good Dogs keep their masters safe.

BLADE WOLF HAS BEEN ELIMINATED
NO BOUNTY AWARDED

A rumbling, bestial groan rumbled from deep inside the Final Hunter's belly.

"Hunnnnttttteeedddd...." He gurgled. "Hhhhuuunnnttteeedd...."

"HHUUUUNNNNNTTTEEEDDDDD!"
Nemesis bellowed, the force of his breath burning Charlotte's skin.
"HUNNNNTTTEEDDDD!!!"
The Hotel is only a block away.
Fight or fly.

2 MINUTES UNTIL CHARLOTTE SUCCUMBS TO FROST'S POISON.

Neir. Samus. The Solider at 45 Rabbit's feet. Victor Saltzpyre. Their bodies started to twitch and spasm. They slowly pushed themselves up onto their hands and knees. Blood continued to pour from their fresh wounds. Their jaws swung loose. They stared at their fellow hunted with cold, empty eyes. The Dead Stumbled forward. Something was dragging them groaning and moaning back to the land of the living.

OBLIVION ENERGY PRESENTS
Complete Bounty List- 2,000,000 Per Kill*
Bounty List: Complete!​

1. Akuma, NPC, Credits: 4,011,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 8]​
2. Aliceviel von Einzbern, Credits: 000 @York ELIMINATED?​
3. Allison Argent, Credits: 11,000 @Lucky [INSANITY SCORE: 9]​
4. Assaj Ventress, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 2]​
5. Boba Fett, NPC, Credits: 000 ELIMINATED?​
6. Charlotte Birkin/Bad Girl, Credits: 11,000 @Jeremi [INSANITY SCORE: 9]​
7. Chase Davenport, Credits: 20,000 @Lucky [INSANITY SCORE: 3]​
8. Chise Hatori, Credits: 11,000 @Takumi [INSANITY SCORE: 0]​
9. Chuck Greene Credits: 6, 001,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIAC]​
10. Daniel Diaz, Credits: 11,000 @Atomic Knight [INSANITY SCORE: 0]​
11. Dengar, NPC, Credits: 0 ELIMINATED!​
12. Frank West, NPC, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 3]​
13. Frost, NPC, Credits: 1,000 ELIMINATED? SKEWERED BY RHAAST​
14. Gen, NPC, Credits: 000 ELIMINATED! Neck snapped by Yashamaru Kurama?​
15. Greedo, NPC, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIAC]​
16. "The Phantom", NPC, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIAC]​
17. Haytham Kenway, NPC, Credit: 11,000 [???]​
18. Helena Douglas, Credits: 000 @Minerva ELIMINATED?​
19. Higgs Monaghan, Credits: 11,000 @amwexia ELIMINATED?​
20. Hit, NPC Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 0]​
21. IG-88, NPC, Credits: 0 ELIMINATED!​
22. Jetstream Sam, NPC, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIC]​
23. Katey Greene, NPC, Credits: 5,000 [???]​
24. Eight Hearts @Jeremi [INSANITY SCORE: 5]​
25. Juri, NPC, Credits: 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 9]​
26. Kayn and Rhaast, Credits: 6,021,000 @Ottonomous Ghost [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIAC]​
27. Kurome Ankokuboshi, Credits: 11,000 @Raynar Saassin ELIMINATED?​
28. Lucas Kellan/ Shadow 1-8, Credits: 511,000 @dark ELIMINATED?​
29. Marianne von Edmund, Credits: 22,000 @Yun Lee [INSANITY SCORE: 9]​
30. Markus Kruber, Credits: 2,011,000 @Crunch [INSANITY SCORE: 2]​
31. Namae Ouka, Credits: 11,000 @Takumi [INSANITY SCORE: 5]​
32. Narancia Ghirga, Credits: 11,000 @amwexia [INSANITY SCORE: 0]​
33. Neir, Credits: 11,000 @Gummi Bunnies ELIMINATED?​
34. NEMESIS-T TYPE, NPC, CREDITS: 14,577,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 11] [MANIAC]​
35. Maya "Echo" Visari,Credits: 000 @dark ELIMINATED?​
36. LARGE HEADED AMUSEMENT PARK HUNTER, NPC, Credits: 2,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 9]​
37. Rena Ryugu, Credits: 11,000 @Gummi Bunnies [INSANITY SCORE: 10] [MANIAC]​
38. Ridely, NPC, Credits: 000 ELIMINATED?​
39. Samus Aran, NPC, Credits: 000 ELIMINATED?​
40. Sean Diaz,Credits: 511,000 @Atomic Knight [INSANITY SCORE: 0]​
41. Seto and Sai, Credits: 000 @Jackythejack ELIMINATED?​
42. Starlord, Credits: 0 NPC, ELIMINATED?​
43. T-888, Credits: 11,000 @York ELIMINATED?​
44. Trace, Credits: 11,000 ELIMINATED?​
45. Trudgen Ren, NPC, Credits: 0 ELIMINATED?​
46. Uzume Tennouboshi, Credits: 11,000 @Raynar Saassin ELIMINATED?​
47. Vamp, NPC, Credits: 11,000 ELIMINATED!​
48. Victor Saltzpyre, Credits: 2,022,190 ELIMINATED! BEHEADED BY NEMESIS!​
49. Yashamaru Kurama, Credits: 501,000 @Yun Lee [INSANITY SCORE: 5]​
50. 45 Rabbit, NPC, 11,000 [INSANITY SCORE: 8]​

23 Hunters have been eliminated...?
27 Hunters remain.
Only 20 of which are still sane.
***​

She pointed her bat at Chuck. "Bitch you're so fucking gone you don't make any fucking sense anymore. Better yet, drag your fucking ass back to your girl and look her in the face. You fucking failure." With that, she took up Yashomaru's offer and they rode. Can't get any worse than this a few minutes from death...

...

Shit just got worse. For once Bad Girl didn't have a snippy comeback or a witty reply. "Fuck this." She still had a choice. A choice of how she died and no fucking way was she going let that rejected fetus monster be the one to do her in. Dying of poison was more dignified.


@Sark @Yun Lee @Takumi @Jeremi @Atomic Knight @Gummi Bunnies @Lucky

 

[Ottonomous Ghost]

Rhaast
@Sark @Takumi @Capri @Jeremi @Lucky @District B/C Outpost
​

Frost did his best to force Rhaast away from him... but he was exhausted. He was already blooded, bruised and burning. He summoned the last of his strength and raised his hands to greet his foe. It wasn't nearly enough.
"BASSTTAARR--AAGHH---AGGHH!!!!"
Rhaast skewed Frost. With an final gasp and gurgle, his tail twitched for one, last time. His jaw swung loose. His eyes rolled back. He stopped fighting.

FROST HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
FATE: TURNED INTO AN ALIEN KEBAB BY RHAAST

//BOUNTY ADDED// CURRENT BALANCE: 8,021,000//

"Yo, Rhaast!" Mr.HC cried out as his garbage truck drifted to a stop at the edge of the bridge. He unintentionally placed himself between Chise, Eight Hearts and the Generator. "Get a load of this!"

He waved out of his window and waved a small blue vial about in the air.
"Either this is the antidote you're after, or I've just crawled through a ton of trash for a bottle of jack shit! Unless this is... fucking heroine or some--- shit!"

A sniper's shot sent the test tube spiraling out of Samatoki's hand and across the bridge. It struck the concrete with a light click and slowly rolled across the outpost until...

It came to a stop at Chise and Eight's feet, revealing them to their fellow Hunters.

"Fuck!" HC cried, taking cover behind his truck. Aerosmith's swoop-by swiftly drew the sniper's attention away from the bridge once again. "Fuck! Fuck guns!"

"Ghh!"

Narancia's arm seemed to have burst!

How? How could this have happened?

"FUUUUUCK!!!"

Narancia was enraged, infuriated even. He began to kick at the nearest wall.

"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!"

The damaged Aerosmith still continued to let out his barrage, but it tried it's best to weave around the projectiles. Its speed was hindered by the damage, but it could still dodge.

"VOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLAVOLA!"

Narancia cried out his cry, as he unleashed a volley of bullets on one of the snipers, intended to kill.

"VOLARE VIIIIIAAAAAA!!!"

The last thing Aerosmith did was unleash the singular bomb underneath him on the three snipers. When it lands, it will blow up, potentially causing massive damage to the base and killing the snipers.

Aerosmith then, in a haze of violence, disappeared from the sight of the snipers and landed right on Narancia's arm.

The Darkin cackled joyfully at Frost's corpse, burrowing into his body and absorbing the alien's flesh. "Hahaha! No one mourns you, Frost!" he laughed victoriously, "So much futile desperation, all for naught! Your failure mocks this world..." Rhaast felt more revitalized than ever before, his body stickily repairing all of his wounds, thanks to Frost's flesh and blood. "Ahhhh, delicious! I'd gotten so used to killing humans I forgot what it was like to consume other things..." he purred.

But he wasn't in the clear just yet. Once the high wore off, he felt the poison course through him even still. It refused to dissolve, no matter how much he diluted his blood. He still needed to find that antidote, or he would lose his chance to take more lives. He clenched his fist, sick with the thought that Frost would get his revenge from beyond the grave.

Rhaast's eyes seemed to soften, ironically, as Mr. HC came back with the antidote. His antidote. The Darkin smiled. "Well done HC... you've earned my respect! Truly." He enjoyed that Samatoki knew his place, fetching the item that would save him from a humiliating defeat. He took a step forward-- until gunfire made the human drop the precious liquid. "NO, YOU FOOL!" Rhaast screamed, rushing toward the vial. He took no notice of the other hunters, focusing solely on the antidote.

The Darkin found bullets rushing past him; he dissolved into shadows in response and danced across the ground. He finally picked up the vial and sprinted toward cover-- just in the nick of time before Narancia's bomb went off. He proceeded to drink the antidote.​

 

[Atomic Knight]

"Sean, let me help!"

"No, Daniel! No way!"

The younger Diaz was screaming at his older brother now, his panic and anxiety growing with every passing moment. Sean had forbade him from using his powers up to this point, but Sean had no idea if either of them could afford that for much longer. All of this shit was seriously like out of a video game! Even the dead were coming back to life now...!

"Daniel, get inside that guy's force field!" Sean commanded, for a split second thinking he could stay out and protect Daniel in some manner. After a moment's thought, he knew hos stupid that was, and Daniel thought so too, judging by the look on his face.

"Are you kidding me?!" Daniel said, sounding angry. He grunted and tossed Sean toward Chase so that he would fall into the force field. Daniel then turned on the living dead, letting out a pained cry. His eyes narrowed on Samus in particular. Daniel found himself letting out a light sob as he remembered the bounty hunter fighting for him back at the mall.

"This isn't right!" he screamed. Unconsciously, telepathic energy began to emit from the boy, picking up a gust of wind in the area. Daniel's clothes whipped in the wind as his power grew steadily. Sean's pleas to reach his brother were falling on deaf ears.

@Sark @Yun Lee @Takumi @Jeremi @Gummi Bunnies @Lucky​

 

[Gummi Bunnies]

A light chuckle garbled out of the bloodied mouth that once belonged to Rena. This Witch, Purezza as she called herself, was on a whole new high upon deciding to take the reigns from here, not like a dead body could pull their own weight forever. It was a given that such a feat wouldn't be original, considering that the fallen of this hunting game were defying their own deaths but only half way there.

Then there was what happened to be a fearsome foe, whom had an appalling resemblance to a human being. That much was giving such a thing the understatement of the century. As much as Purezza wanted to have her fun with it, her magic was solely wasted to use Rena Ryugu after the teen's death for this occasion, and... well, that meant the Witch of Purity was cut off from anything else that could be considered magic.

❝ Guess that's too bad for me... there's only so much I can do alone, even when I'm not supposed to be here. I shall leave that disgusting existence of an enemy to the rest of you. ❞ Purezza simply shrugged with that twisted smile on her face, casually waving her hatchet in a dismissive manner towards the Final Hunter.

She turned her attention to the undead Hunters, almost like she were assessing which toys would break the fastest. Paying no mind to the fact that Bad Girl was on the brink of a poisoned death, that Chase was trying to protect the other surviving Hunters, that Sean was calling out to Daniel helplessly amidst this chaotic play.

She paid them no mind when she wanted to have a bit of fun in such a setting.

Although Rena and Nier never crossed paths, the Witch found a particular interest in what remained of the swordsman.

❝ Don't mind if I do, vile remnant of a living human being. ❞ She cooed out innocently before swinging her hatchet right for the undead Nier's chest.

@Sark @Yun Lee @Takumi @Jeremi @Atomic Knight @Lucky​

 

[Sark]

She turned her attention to the undead Hunters, almost like she were assessing which toys would break the fastest. Paying no mind to the fact that Bad Girl was on the brink of a poisoned death, that Chase was trying to protect the other surviving Hunters, that Sean was calling out to Daniel helplessly amidst this chaotic play.

She paid them no mind when she wanted to have a bit of fun in such a setting.

Although Rena and Nier never crossed paths, the Witch found a particular interest in what remained of the swordsman.

❝ Don't mind if I do, vile remnant of a living human being. ❞ She cooed out innocently before swinging her hatchet right for the undead Nier's chest.

@Sark @Yun Lee @Takumi @Jeremi @Atomic Knight @Lucky

DISTRICT B STREETS
Purezza's hatchet cut straight through Nier's chest, turning his 'insides' into 'outsides'. But he didn't stop. His chest mangled beyond recognition, the man once known as 'Nier' continued to stagger forward, his arms reaching out towards the living meat pie that stood before him. He wrapped his trembling fingers around Purezza's head and drew her head towards his gaping, stinking jaws.

Chase was slightly relieved that the attack didn't work as he was not sure what he was gong to do after that. He saw the dead rise and he was starting to get nervous. He had to compartmentalize that fact and fast. The last thing he needed right now was for the Comando App to activate. He took a deep breath and kept his shield up and looked for any clear vantage point. If he could find a higher ground, he would take it, but he needed to be careful. While he could use two powers at once, he also knew that the last thing he needed right now was to go unconcious. " I think we need to get out of here and fast, if anyone wants to protect anyone, get them close to me and I cna hold them in my force field" he replied, knowing that car alarm was starting to become a problem for him.

The only route towards higher ground would take Chase through the burned-out remains of a pungent restaurant. The air was thick and hard to swallow. It was enough to make even an iron stomach wrench. When the chefs abandoned their posts, the otherworldly delicacies they had been preparing must have spoiled. That was the only explan--

[BANG]

The saloon doors that separated the kitchen from the dining hall swung open. The source of the stench stepped emerged from the poorly lit chamber. The head-chef's once white uniform was stained black with old blood. A large, septic bite-mark stained his cheek. A carried a bloody cleaver in his right hand. By the looks of things, he still remembered how to use it. He took two steps towards Chase before swinging his weapon clumsily- yet quickly- from side to side. Before Chase could aptly react, the kitchen doors swung open again. A bloody, dead-eyed sous chef stepped into the dining hall. The swung open again. Two dishwashers. The swung open again. Three customers staggered out.
A horde was forming inside the seafood restaurant.
The route towards higher ground- a staircase to the restaurant's second floor- sat to the Chase and Sean's right. Reaching it would involve running towards the Undead. They'd be stepping into slicing-range of the Chef's hatchet...
But if they were fast enough, they might've been able to reach to upper-floor with their heads attached...

"Are you kidding me?!" Daniel said, sounding angry. He grunted and tossed Sean toward Chase so that he would fall into the force field. Daniel then turned on the living dead, letting out a pained cry. His eyes narrowed on Samus in particular. Daniel found himself letting out a light sob as he remembered the bounty hunter fighting for him back at the mall.

"This isn't right!" he screamed. Unconsciously, telepathic energy began to emit from the boy, picking up a gust of wind in the area. Daniel's clothes whipped in the wind as his power grew steadily. Sean's pleas to reach his brother were falling on deaf ears.

Samus lumbered towards Sean, bloody still weeping from her shattered visor. Despite her sudden transformation, the Bounty Hunter remaining as calm and collected as ever. She didn't moan like the others. She didn't groan or gurgle. Somehow- despite her rapidly worsening condition- she remained somewhat... composed.
"Sean..." She wheezed, reaching out with her blaster hand. "Sean... help..."

@Atomic Knight @Lucky @Gummi Bunnies

The Darkin cackled joyfully at Frost's corpse, burrowing into his body and absorbing the alien's flesh. "Hahaha! No one mourns you, Frost!" he laughed victoriously, "So much futile desperation, all for naught! Your failure mocks this world..." Rhaast felt more revitalized than ever before, his body stickily repairing all of his wounds, thanks to Frost's flesh and blood. "Ahhhh, delicious! I'd gotten so used to killing humans I forgot what it was like to consume other things..." he purred.

But he wasn't in the clear just yet. Once the high wore off, he felt the poison course through him even still. It refused to dissolve, no matter how much he diluted his blood. He still needed to find that antidote, or he would lose his chance to take more lives. He clenched his fist, sick with the thought that Frost would get his revenge from beyond the grave.

Rhaast's eyes seemed to soften, ironically, as Mr. HC came back with the antidote. His antidote. The Darkin smiled. "Well done HC... you've earned my respect! Truly." He enjoyed that Samatoki knew his place, fetching the item that would save him from a humiliating defeat. He took a step forward-- until gunfire made the human drop the precious liquid. "NO, YOU FOOL!" Rhaast screamed, rushing toward the vial. He took no notice of the other hunters, focusing solely on the antidote.

The Darkin found bullets rushing past him; he dissolved into shadows in response and danced across the ground. He finally picked up the vial and sprinted toward cover-- just in the nick of time before Narancia's bomb went off. He proceeded to drink the antidote.

DISTRICT B/C OUTPOST
"Let's can the insults, fucker!" Mr.HC called out from behind his overturned truck. "I own your ass!"
Maybe that last part was a little too far. He was rather attached to his arms, after all.
"You owe me one, I mean. I just saved your sadistic-ass life!" He reiterated. "The least you can do is use your fucking manners and try to pay me back!"
ANTIDOTE CONSUMED. POISON NEUTRALIZED.
"Christ... Good thing that Baseball-Bitch went her own way... Frost only packed a single dose..."

Narancia's arm seemed to have burst!
How? How could this have happened?
Narancia was enraged, infuriated even. He began to kick at the nearest wall.
The damaged Aerosmith still continued to let out his barrage, but it tried it's best to weave around the projectiles. Its speed was hindered by the damage, but it could still dodge.
Narancia cried out his cry, as he unleashed a volley of bullets on one of the snipers, intended to kill.
The last thing Aerosmith did was unleash the singular bomb underneath him on the three snipers. When it lands, it will blow up, potentially causing massive damage to the base and killing the snipers.

Aerosmith then, in a haze of violence, disappeared from the sight of the snipers and landed right on Narancia's arm.

[BOOOOOOOM]
The Outpost burst into collapsed in upon itself. Flames soared high above Prudence's Poorest District. The sky was scarred with spoke. The City. itself seemed to tremble with fear. Yes. Fear. That must have been the reason the ground was shaking so violently.

"Oh... you fucking moron..." HC berated. He tried to climb back up onto his feet. The tremulous were too much for him. He fell against his truck for support. "You absolute fucking--"

[BOOOM]

The bridge buckled, its supporting posts destabilized by the sudden explosion. Large chunks of concrete crashed into the waves. Samatoki's truck screeched down the slanted street and into the foam and the spray.

"She's coming down!" Samatoki cried. "Pick a side and pick it now! District B or C!"

@Jeremi @Lucky @Ottonomous Ghost @Takumi​

 

[Capri]

NARANCIA GHIRGA
@Sark @Takumi @Lucky @Jeremi @Ottonomous Ghost

Narancia ran across the bridge as it buckled, choosing District B.​

 

[Lucky]

Chase Davenport

" Good news is that my forcefield is strong. The bad news is that you are going to have to stay real close to me because it is within a very small projection range if you want to get through with your head." He would look at Sean, waiting on him to make a decision. "I think the smartest way is to get past these chefs. I don't know much about the dead, but I don't want to know what the exploding thing can do."

@Atomic Knight @Sark

Allison Argent

" I do think you all should pick B. We kind of pissed off the mayor of C..... and I really don't want to stick around for the ramifications of that development."

@Sark @Takumi @Jeremi @OOttomonnous Ghos @Capri

 

[Atomic Knight]

Sean nodded shakily at Chase, really wanting nothing more than to stay as close as possible to anyone who could protect him here.

Fucking zombies, seriously?!

He took a glance toward his brother, who was still keeping his distance away. "But, Daniel..." Sean shivered, not just as he could sense Daniel's emotions rising, but also for the sudden moaning he could hear all around him. One of the haggard voices sounded different though. A female voice cut through them, sounding pained but coherent. Fuck, it was that bounty hunter who'd been helping out Daniel, wasn't it?

Daniel heard the voice too. Though he was still gathering energy around him, he suddenly seemed disarmed. He was entranced, watching as the bounty hunter reached out with her gun arm. Sean felt his heart leap into his throat and he cried out quickly.

"She's gone, Daniel! Dead! You can't trust it!"

Daniel let out another angry sob. "I-I know, Sean! I know!" The boy cried out wordlessly and raised his hand. Despite what he said, he made no move to attack Samus, instead focusing his telepathic energy on a solid wall in front of him, in case anything suddenly came his way.

@Lucky @Sark​

 

[Sark]

" Good news is that my forcefield is strong. The bad news is that you are going to have to stay real close to me because it is within a very small projection range if you want to get through with your head." He would look at Sean, waiting on him to make a decision. "I think the smartest way is to get past these chefs. I don't know much about the dead, but I don't want to know what the exploding thing can do."

RESTAURANT--> SECOND FLOOR
Chase's attempt to push past the Chefs was initially successful. All he had to do was keep on running and---
[SSSSSsssssss]
Something sizzled against his shield. The scent of brimstone burned its way into his nostrils. The blistered fingers of the Undead slowly peeled back shield slayer by layer. The bodies of the chef and the sous chef weight down Chase's barrier as he charged up the stairs. The Head Chef forced his face through the barrier and coughed up a foul, stinging acidic liquid over the pair. A single prop of spit was enough the cut straight through their clothes and into their flesh. If both chefs succeeded in wriggling their heads through Chase's shield, the two hunters would be boiled alive.
View attachment 7826
The second floor was somehow deadlier than the first. The restaurant's patrons slowly lifted their heads upon from their plates. Freshly spoiled birthday cake still clung to their faces. Their chairs fell back behind them. Two dozen party-goers staggered towards the hunted, bowling over wrapped presents and pinatas alike in their dazed march. A dozen groans caught the pair's attention. The Zombies they had barged past downstairs had made their way up onto the second floor. Their only means of retreating had been cut off.

Chase and Sean were sandwiched between two undead frontiers. Now would be a good time to start praying.

@Lucky @Atomic Knight

"She's gone, Daniel! Dead! You can't trust it!"

Daniel let out another angry sob. "I-I know, Sean! I know!" The boy cried out wordlessly and raised his hand. Despite what he said, he made no move to attack Samus, instead focusing his telepathic energy on a solid wall in front of him, in case anything suddenly came his way.

Samus' armor clattered against Daniel's barrier. Groaning and gurgling, the Bounty Hunter collapsed at the boy's feet. In her first life, Samus and her suit had existed as one, collective entity. But her body was slowly turning against her. She could barely function her old equipment. It was little more than a shining, orange coffin now. She looked back up at Daniel and stretched out her free hand.
"Please..." She wept, her sight obscured by crimson. "Arcade... He said he could save Katey... He could.... please Daniel... please help me... it hurts... it hurts so much..."

@Atomic Knight @Gummi Bunnies

Narancia ran across the bridge as it buckled, choosing District B.

" I do think you all should pick B. We kind of pissed off the mayor of C..... and I really don't want to stick around for the ramifications of that development."

@Sark @Takumi @Jeremi @OOttomonnous Ghos @Capri

DISTRICT B/C BRIDGE---> MOTEL
DISTRICT B CAMPAIGN- WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR?
Towers of pale smoke rose from the remains of the Border Bridge as it finally crashed down into waves below. The Hunted who decided to sprint toward District B had made it back onto solid ground with mere seconds to spare. Cough up a cloud of soot, Ventress and Mr.HC fell to their knees at the foot on a large, overflowing dumpster. Even with the such power at her disposal, even Ventress could not call upon the force to sustain her forever. She needed to rest. She leaned her head against the cold steel behind her. The Hunted's chests rose and fell as they slowly recovered from the day's ordeals.
Half an hour crawled by.
Then another half hour melted away.
You were exhausted. Your sense of time was practically nonexistent now.
You just need to catch... your... breath...
"We made it..." Ventress panted. Mr.HC looked over the gathered Hunters.
"Anyone seen that chick in the purple cat suit?"
[BZZZZZZZ[
One of holographic billboards above the Street River motel back to flicker and flash as it tuned into an emergency broadcast.
View attachment 7827
[Citizens of District B...] The young, holographic woman sighed. [I stand before to you today with a heavy heart. We're marching into unsettling times... This game of Tormo's... this 'Champions of the Arena'... It's harming our Great District more than we'd care to admit. The men of District A gamble as we suffer. They grow fat and rich as we struggle to keep our District a-float. And the men of District C? They are just as black hearted...]

A second hologram appeared before the Mayor of District B. Ventress clenched her fists.
"She dares?"
The Destruction of the District B/C bridge was played back in glorious HD.
The faces of the District C Hunted- and the faces of Rhaast and
Mr.HC- were projected across the city.

[Earlier today, a handful of state sponsored terrorists sent by Mayor Cluth of District C launched an attack on our Noble District. The destruction of the Border Bridge is clearly a disgusting attempt by the men of District C to declare their 'Independence' from the wider city. They will no doubt use their newfound egos to destroy more symbols of District B's unity and strength. Will your homes be next? Your businesses?]

A third hologram appeared before the Mayor. It displayed the burning, empty streets of the Northern Sector of District B.
[It has already begun. Cluth is do doubt responsible for the bio-terror attacks that have been crippling the Northern Sector of District A- and more importantly, the North of our Great District- since yesterday. They are clearly attempting to distract our defense-forces whilst their prepare their own armies for war... or worse yet, they intend to wipe us out with this strange, new pestilence, then roll their tanks out over our corpses.]

A forth hologram appeared before the Mayor. It displayed an satellite of the King of Beggar's forces amassing at his factor.
[Whilst Cluth programs the last of his War Machines, his brother rallies the misguided men of his district at their factory headquarters. It's only a matter of time before these impure cretins play their hand. We must play ours first. Thus, I, Nemu Aohitsugi, Lord-Mayor of District B, formally declare a De Jure war on District C. We must reignite this old conflict and settle it, once and for all. We must crush these rebels before they can drag our Holy City down into their squalor. Volunteers are to gather at the foot of the City Advertising Tower and prepare to take up arms. The City will cover your insurance. Should you fall in the battle to come, your debts shall be forgiven and your families shall be compensated fairly. It's time to reminded these men of their place on the food chain. May the Goddess Bless us all.]

In a flash of blue, the hologram vanished. The OBLIVION Energy Mascot danced and jived in its place.
"Forget Nexium! What you need is OBLIVION! The greatest tasting energy serum in the galaxy! It gives you so much energy, we can't legally call it an 'energy drink' anymore! Ignore the haters! Ignore the doctors! You want OBLIVION! You need OBLIVION! Only at the available at the White Wall Mall!"

"Little sis..." Samatoki muttered to himself. "You've really done it this time... you've really put you're foot in it... Looks like your Big Bro is gonna have to bail you out of this mess again..."

"Needless to say, we've screwed up..." Ventress sneered, jumping back up onto her feet. She cracked her neck and took a moment to breathe. "We all chose to enter District B instead of District C. We all chose a shot at getting off this damn planet over play political games. That said... where there's War there's wealth. We could make good money playing the Mercenary Game. I'm sure Nemu would pay us good money for information of Cluth and the King too... Food for Thought..."

"Credits or no credits, I'm heading to the advertising office." Mr.HC dismissed the remaining Hunters with a wave. "Come. Stay. That's up to you. I need to pay my sister a quick visit Looks like there's no rest for the wicked after all..."

@Capri @Takumi @Jeremi @Lucky​

 

[Takumi]

Being swept off his feet, he didn't have time to protest before everything became a blur of movement. The sound of glass shattering and everything jolting to a stop was the only thing he had as a warning before he grew tense as his senses told him danger was near, a threat was coming towards them. Before he could respond to the flight or fight instinct that started to come over him, he found himself swept off his feet again by Prototype.

"Huh?" Ouka blinked as he was set down onto the rooftop after Prototype placed him there. Squinting to get a look at the Hunter's fighting in the distance, he knew that he couldn't get involved in it in his currently bruised and battered state. Besides, the ride itself looked unstable. With that, he turned and headed for the hotel from the rooftops. He was lucky enough his magic stopped the bleeding, even if he could see an infection had settled in, spots appearing on his shoulder.

Jaw clenched, he kept his senses on high alert despite the ache that settled through him.

He needed to get back home to Haijima-Sensei and Shou.

He was sure she'd be sad if he died. He didn't want to make her cry or be scared anymore.

He wanted her to smile.

He wanted her to smile because he made her feel like smiling instead of crying. Because he loved her.

That's what people who were in love did, wasn't it? She wouldn't smile if he died, so he'd just have to find a way to get back to her. First, he had to see if this Arcade would heal him.

@Sark @Yun Lee @Jeremi @Hotel

Chise winced as the bridge started to come down, and once they were across the thought occured to her that Juri might have stayed behind in District C to return to the King of Beggars. She seemed to like him quite a bit, anyway.

"It's just one thing after another." Chise grumbled with a sigh. She, personally, didn't like the sound of trying to double cross both the Mayor or the King of Beggars like this, though the general thought of double crossing anyone didn't really sit right with her regardless. They only had so much they could do in this situation, unfortunately unless an alternative to their limited options presented itself, well it's what they had so far.

@Sark @Jeremi @Capri @Lucky @District B

 

[Yun Lee]

With the blood of the Tengu within him, Yashamaru held a connection with animals stronger than most ordinary humans did. Even if there was metal in place of fur, even if oil served as blood...Prototype was an animal, and more than that a companion. In a situation like this where every minute could be your last, emotions run high and attachments are made in a fraction of the usual time. He'd been connected to Gen, and lost him. He'd been connected to Prototype, and lost him too. What was next? Sean? Daniel? Himself? Could anyone be saved? What if he couldn't save Ouka, or Charlotte, and they became another notch on Tormo's scoreboard?

He had to try. Prototype gave his life for this. And he'd be damned if he didn't let his companion down.

Ouka was off running, and Yashamaru followed his lead. He'd get back to the Diaz boys once he knew these two were safe. Hopefully he could reach them before that...abomination did. If he failed the brothers now, after all they'd been through...he'd never forgive himself.

@Sark @Jeremi @Takumi @Hotel

---

Before she realized she was a beast, Marianne had been fascinated by them. Monsters, creatures...to a child, the very things that scared you drew you in, made you learn all you could about them in the daylight so you could have grotesque nightmares when darkness fell. In the Edmund estate was a library filled with all kinds of books, and Marianne had enjoyed sneaking a few of the 'older children' ones out, back when she had nothing to fear. One in particular chilled her to the bone: a story of bodies reanimated by arcane magic after their souls had left this world, no desires other than the blood of the living. Risen, they were called. And Marianne had never been more grateful that of all the misfortunes in Fódlan, Risen were not one of them.

But seeing the corpse at this man's feet, Marianne's eyes widened, and instinctively she raised her hand, back on the battlefields once more. A beast is meant for thoughtless slaughter, after all. "Watch out!" That was the only warning Jyuto got before she sant an offensive bolt of Light Magic at the corpse. Nothing that would give her healing, though. The life energy of the undead had to be tainted in some horrible way.

@Sark @Casino​

 

[Jeremi]

RESTAURANT--> SECOND FLOOR
Chase's attempt to push past the Chefs was initially successful. All he had to do was keep on running and---
[SSSSSsssssss]
Something sizzled against his shield. The scent of brimstone burned its way into his nostrils. The blistered fingers of the Undead slowly peeled back shield slayer by layer. The bodies of the chef and the sous chef weight down Chase's barrier as he charged up the stairs. The Head Chef forced his face through the barrier and coughed up a foul, stinging acidic liquid over the pair. A single prop of spit was enough the cut straight through their clothes and into their flesh. If both chefs succeeded in wriggling their heads through Chase's shield, the two hunters would be boiled alive.
View attachment 7826
The second floor was somehow deadlier than the first. The restaurant's patrons slowly lifted their heads upon from their plates. Freshly spoiled birthday cake still clung to their faces. Their chairs fell back behind them. Two dozen party-goers staggered towards the hunted, bowling over wrapped presents and pinatas alike in their dazed march. A dozen groans caught the pair's attention. The Zombies they had barged past downstairs had made their way up onto the second floor. Their only means of retreating had been cut off.

Chase and Sean were sandwiched between two undead frontiers. Now would be a good time to start praying.

@Lucky @Atomic Knight


Samus' armor clattered against Daniel's barrier. Groaning and gurgling, the Bounty Hunter collapsed at the boy's feet. In her first life, Samus and her suit had existed as one, collective entity. But her body was slowly turning against her. She could barely function her old equipment. It was little more than a shining, orange coffin now. She looked back up at Daniel and stretched out her free hand.
"Please..." She wept, her sight obscured by crimson. "Arcade... He said he could save Katey... He could.... please Daniel... please help me... it hurts... it hurts so much..."

@Atomic Knight @Gummi Bunnies


DISTRICT B/C BRIDGE---> MOTEL
DISTRICT B CAMPAIGN- WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR?
Towers of pale smoke rose from the remains of the Border Bridge as it finally crashed down into waves below. The Hunted who decided to sprint toward District B had made it back onto solid ground with mere seconds to spare. Cough up a cloud of soot, Ventress and Mr.HC fell to their knees at the foot on a large, overflowing dumpster. Even with the such power at her disposal, even Ventress could not call upon the force to sustain her forever. She needed to rest. She leaned her head against the cold steel behind her. The Hunted's chests rose and fell as they slowly recovered from the day's ordeals.
Half an hour crawled by.
Then another half hour melted away.
You were exhausted. Your sense of time was practically nonexistent now.
You just need to catch... your... breath...
"We made it..." Ventress panted. Mr.HC looked over the gathered Hunters.
"Anyone seen that chick in the purple cat suit?"
[BZZZZZZZ[
One of holographic billboards above the Street River motel back to flicker and flash as it tuned into an emergency broadcast.
View attachment 7827
[Citizens of District B...] The young, holographic woman sighed. [I stand before to you today with a heavy heart. We're marching into unsettling times... This game of Tormo's... this 'Champions of the Arena'... It's harming our Great District more than we'd care to admit. The men of District A gamble as we suffer. They grow fat and rich as we struggle to keep our District a-float. And the men of District C? They are just as black hearted...]

A second hologram appeared before the Mayor of District B. Ventress clenched her fists.
"She dares?"
The Destruction of the District B/C bridge was played back in glorious HD.
The faces of the District C Hunted- and the faces of Rhaast and
Mr.HC- were projected across the city.

[Earlier today, a handful of state sponsored terrorists sent by Mayor Cluth of District C launched an attack on our Noble District. The destruction of the Border Bridge is clearly a disgusting attempt by the men of District C to declare their 'Independence' from the wider city. They will no doubt use their newfound egos to destroy more symbols of District B's unity and strength. Will your homes be next? Your businesses?]

A third hologram appeared before the Mayor. It displayed the burning, empty streets of the Northern Sector of District B.
[It has already begun. Cluth is do doubt responsible for the bio-terror attacks that have been crippling the Northern Sector of District A- and more importantly, the North of our Great District- since yesterday. They are clearly attempting to distract our defense-forces whilst their prepare their own armies for war... or worse yet, they intend to wipe us out with this strange, new pestilence, then roll their tanks out over our corpses.]

A forth hologram appeared before the Mayor. It displayed an satellite of the King of Beggar's forces amassing at his factor.
[Whilst Cluth programs the last of his War Machines, his brother rallies the misguided men of his district at their factory headquarters. It's only a matter of time before these impure cretins play their hand. We must play ours first. Thus, I, Nemu Aohitsugi, Lord-Mayor of District B, formally declare a De Jure war on District C. We must reignite this old conflict and settle it, once and for all. We must crush these rebels before they can drag our Holy City down into their squalor. Volunteers are to gather at the foot of the City Advertising Tower and prepare to take up arms. The City will cover your insurance. Should you fall in the battle to come, your debts shall be forgiven and your families shall be compensated fairly. It's time to reminded these men of their place on the food chain. May the Goddess Bless us all.]

In a flash of blue, the hologram vanished. The OBLIVION Energy Mascot danced and jived in its place.
"Forget Nexium! What you need is OBLIVION! The greatest tasting energy serum in the galaxy! It gives you so much energy, we can't legally call it an 'energy drink' anymore! Ignore the haters! Ignore the doctors! You want OBLIVION! You need OBLIVION! Only at the available at the White Wall Mall!"

"Little sis..." Samatoki muttered to himself. "You've really done it this time... you've really put you're foot in it... Looks like your Big Bro is gonna have to bail you out of this mess again..."

"Needless to say, we've screwed up..." Ventress sneered, jumping back up onto her feet. She cracked her neck and took a moment to breathe. "We all chose to enter District B instead of District C. We all chose a shot at getting off this damn planet over play political games. That said... where there's War there's wealth. We could make good money playing the Mercenary Game. I'm sure Nemu would pay us good money for information of Cluth and the King too... Food for Thought..."

"Credits or no credits, I'm heading to the advertising office." Mr.HC dismissed the remaining Hunters with a wave. "Come. Stay. That's up to you. I need to pay my sister a quick visit Looks like there's no rest for the wicked after all..."

@Capri @Takumi @Jeremi @Lucky​

"There really is no good in this city is there?" Eight Hearts replied with a heavy sigh with those that ended up in District B. "When Hell itself is the more amicable place then you probably need to start questioning your priorities." He started to solemnly follow Mr.HC. "I'll stalk you like the pointless ghost I feel like..."

@Capri @Takumi @Jeremi @Lucky

 

[Capri]

NARANCIA GHIRGA
@Sark @Jeremi @Takumi @Lucky

Narancia totally didn’t feel like following the dictator’s brother, but he did anyways.

It’ll be one step closer to putting these tyrants out for good.​

 

[Lucky]

Chase Davenport

Goddamn it, now was a bad time for his forcefield to wear off. Like a real bad time. " So, how do you feel about flying?" He asked Sean, not really waiting for an answer before grabbing Sean close and starting to levitate off the ground and above the zombies. He knew how dangerous it was to be doing this.....especially since lowering the shield wasn't an option.... but he just had to hope he didn't faint before they escaped.

@Sark @Atomic Knight

Allison Argent

" Well, I guess sticking together has worked so far, so we might as well keep it up."

@Ssrl @Jeremi @Takumi @Capri