Speak Softy Ned (Open)

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“Hush Ned!” The crazed Allenhart hissed maniacally as he violently thrust his shovel deep into the soft earth of the silent holy ground of the New Orlands cemetery. Allenhart had crawled from his noxious hole in the sewers about a block from his current position and he needed to leave this place quickly and quietly if he planned to take his victim unscathed. As he dug into the ground in a slow metronome, a monstrous creature crawled onto the headstone of the chosen corpse and beckoned at Allenhart like a starving puppy begging for a meal. The spliced abomination had not feasted in an hour and was growing erratic in its behavior, going so far as to question his allegiance to the dear Dr. Allenhart. Its protruding ribcage reverberated as he rose onto its front legs and released a blood-curtling scream like a wolf calling to the moon.

“Speak softly love alone and warm against your heart…” Allenhart moaned his favorite song, his silverfish eyes expanding as he tried to take hold of his bloody-thirsty impulse to assault his protector. He could see it now, gripping tightly onto the wooden pommel of the shovel and swinging it over his head and cutting deep into the monster’s chest, caving its ribs even more than they already were. The abomination would crash to the ground, its blood raining and a small puddle forming into the death riddled grass, painting on the canvas of corpses. He must keep himself calm, he must not draw attention to himself even more than this thing had already done.

‘Ned’ glanced at the doctor’s back and even with a lack of a jaw, the slender wet tongue wiped hungrily along the creatures face, sensing his need to feed slowly growing inside the pit of his stomach and it hurt the monster greatly to see such a delicious meal to just treat him like this. With a angry screech, the creature turned his long snake like body toward the doctor and dug its claws deep into the tombstone as it prepared to its ascent to Allenhart’s back.

“NED NO!” Allenhart spun toward the spliced creature in utter fury, clenching the shovel in his hand and throwing it upward at the creation like a gladiator battling a blood-thirsty… actually that pretty much was what it was really, just without the sword. “Don’t make me kill you! I knew I should’ve have brought a more experienced monster…” He began to lose himself in his thoughts. “Although, now that I remember, I think I forgot to fix a few things in your head Ned…” He must have, for no creature had reacted like this before at least in a while and the last time it had happened he discovered (after cutting it to pieces for trying to murder him) he forgot to rework a few minor things in its head, like listening to him! “God damn it.”

Ned snarled again as the shovel was thrown into his face, his long ravenous claws swiping at Allenhart, who retracted his weapon in thought. With a carefree shrug, as if he life was not in danger he raised his hand to Ned and whispered creepily, “No matter.”
And with those words, his long bony fingers formed into a tight fist and Ned suddenly exploded in a mass of guts and mistakes. Then, Allenhart shook his head and released a heavy groan, “Damn it! I wasn’t supposed to kill him…” He snarled angrily before twisting back around and continuing his leisurely dig into the dirt, trying to pick up the pace now that he had created quite the ruckus.

“Stupid Ned… stupid me… idiotic!” He howled.

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So...a necromancer? Before my accident, I wouldn't have believed they existed...then again, he may be entirely unrelated to the incident.

Several monstrous creatures had erupted from the sewer, earlier in the week. They had killed no one, a PIDA agent named Kaden Baccar had killed them nearly effortlessly. The man had then contracted the rather young detective to work the case, stating that he had potential, after Wulf had drawn his Spirit Sword.

Naturally, eager to prove himself to the PIDA and possibly secure a job with them when he was older, he took the job from the agent. It was likely this Kaden would take the credit, but alas, such was life. At least he was getting paid. Since his father died, he was the sole breadwinner for the family, his mother being a traditional Japanese woman.

He thought to himself, as he approached the necromancer, just how wise this really was? He would have to question him, at the very least, though. If his work wasn't related to the incident, he would merely report it to the PIDA without trying to bring the man in.

Though grave robbing was rather tasteless.

"Excuse me, would you mind sparing a moment to speak with me?"

Wulf stood a good distance away from the man, his right hand behind his back, index finger pointed outward as he gave a polite bow. He was readying his spirit gun, just in case. He had seen the man kill his own creation after it turned on him, but that wasn't unusual for a Necromancer.

His green eyes shining in a fashion that most would take as mischievous, it was actually his Spirit Sight coming into play. He could see the man's aura, confirming the dark magics of a necromancer. Then his eyes lost the look, and they looked normal again.

"Are you, forgive me for asking, a necromancer? I am...quite interested in the black arts."

Perhaps by speaking with him I'll learn what I want to know.

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The Necromancer continued to dig deep into the death encrusted soil which powdered on his tattered black clothes and after the flashy murder of his comrade, small flesh particles decorated his appearance. He knew of Wulf’s presence but the crazed doctor seemingly ignored him for a few moments before the red-haired man began to question him. He halted suddenly, the shovel still in his pale bony fingers as he was posed silently like a statute, no uttering a single word; even his breathing seemed to go deathly quiet.

Then, Allenhart could feel his maniacal impulses reacting to Wulf and the doctor shuttered each word as he stood there, “Speak softly love and hold m-me warm against your heart...” He questioned whether to attempt another murder but this man was not a simple pawn like Ned. He had to keep himself somewhat sane, since this new appearance had caught him in his acts. However, maybe it would be best to be rid of him, attempt to add him to his subjects. Yes, yes of course, that was the best course of action!

“W-what? Who are you?” And Allenhart lost his thoughts again, his body creaking as he finally moved from his still pose. The stitches on his body moaned from his sudden movement and his silver toned iris’ adjusted to the dark world outside the hole he was standing in, peering right into Wulf’s own strange eyes.

“Who wants to know me? I know who I am, who are you?” Allenhart babbled on, swinging the shoulder dangerously close to Wulf but had sense in actually harming him. “Oops, longer range then believe, sorry, oh sorry sweet love...” Allenhart was loosing his train of thought, something that unfortunately happened from time to time.

“Wait, did you mess up Ned!” Allenhart suddenly screamed, his tone loosing patience with Wulf just standing there politely. “Of course you did, beginners never know what to do...” He grumbled, smashing the shovel onto the ground before Wulf’s feet, the intensity growing quickly.

“What do you want!?”

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He seems...quite far gone. I'm afraid I won't get any useful information out of him. At least not by hiding my intentions. If I'm to get anything uot of him, I'll have to play it straight.


"I'm curious. Some...creatures came out fo the sewer and attempted to attack several people. Were they yours? They were quite...impressive."

He had to stop himself from saying innocent people. There was no real thing in this world called innocence any longer. Only varying degrees of guilt. The boy's tone of voice was still nonchalant, almost uninterested, despite having had to move his head to the side to not be hit by the shovel.

"And no, I did not mess up this Ned. You were the one who destroyed your creature."

Wulfgaard's calm exterior hid a bit of uncertainty. He knew he had probably bitten off more than he could chew, taking this job, but the payoff...Kaden had offered him twenty five thousand dollars. With that much money, he and his mother could live quite comfortably for a few months, at the very least. He could be a bit..calculating, he was told. But he got the jobs he was given done, and he got paid. That was what mattered. He had to be the man of the house, with his father gone, after all.

His Spirit Gun was ready to go at a moment's notice, and while he appeared calm and collected, almost indifferent to what was going on, he was as ready to fight as he ever was. Which really varied depending on what he had to go up against, and a Necromancer, even one as far gone as this one, was never truly an easy fight.

This man, though, looked as if he had been experimenting on himself, somewhat. At the very least, his eyes looked...alarming.

Instead of showing his emotions, Wulf smiled slightly. He was playing the apprentice dark magic user seeking a master, after all. Even if the man saw through his ruse, he could probably win by virtue of careful strategy, and of course the element of surprise, when it came to his spirit gun.

"In any case, my name is...Hiroyuki."

He really didn't want this man to know his true name.

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“Hiro… yuki…?” Allenhart watched the stranger, befuddled by this mysterious man’s name, for it reminded him of something. “A hero you are? I need a hero, a hero at the end of the night!” The Necromancer swiveled on his heel as he sang crazily in the corpses’ pit, his silvery eyes glistening as the night sky passed across them. “Impressive, most impressive I know.” He smirked, his eyes forming a creeping glow as he recalled his beautiful experiments which awaited his return with another brother to add to the collection. Actually, it was a sister this time, for pickings were extremely slim this month so Allenhart was forced to study with a lesser. “Oh well, no matter!” He beamed out of nowhere, bringing the shovel downward again before crashing it back into the earth picking up small dirt particles as he did. “Unfortunately Ned did not survive the ordeal… I must repair the damage done.”

An apprentice? Strange, Allenhart pondered. The doctor felt like he had one before, but thinking now, he did not recall what had happened to him. What was his name…? “Interested, in me? Ha, you’ve got to be joking. There is nothing special about me!” As he spoke, a loud bang echoed through the church ground as he had struck his prize. He grinned in joy of finally finishing the dirty work and tumbled to his hands and knees as he clawed the small layer of dirt protecting the cherry wood coffin. He could smell the delectable fumes of the undead body and a pleasing chill overwhelmed his senses as he opened the casket to reveal a ‘gorgeous’ skeletal form dressed in fine white garb and the luscious blonde hair on her noggin were now patches upon her hair and no longer fine but felt like crusted wire. “Ah, there you are my love…” He hummed, wrapping his lean arms gently around her waist. As he lifted her from the beautiful intricate chest, her body flopped like a ragdoll in his hands and a eerie snap resonated through the surrounding area. The woman’s head had lopped off and fallen right back into the strongbox, its empty sockets peering straight at Allenhart, who eyes grew like saucers from the empty spot on her shoulders.

“Aw man…. Don’t go a ‘head’ of me!” He laughed, the corpse rattling in his hands. Lifting it over his head her tossed the poor defenseless body out of the grave and he began to try and scramble out of the hole, his nasty fingernails gathering dirt with each stroke. “Hey Hero, help me please~!” He beckoned Wulf to take his hand to help him up, his white eyes peering into the strangers soul.

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When the insane "Doctor"v reached his hand up and bade Wulf to help, the Wulfgaard sharing his body gave him a strong feeling that said he should not. Instead, he knew almost immediately that while this...thing might not have been responsible for the creatures from the sewer, he needed to be brought in.

So Wulf pulled his hand out fron behind his back, and fired his Spirit Gun past the man's head, completely destroying the coffin and head underneath him. If he was spiritually aware, he would see a flash of blue light roughly the size of a softball. If he wasn't, the air around the thing was all he would see. A distortion of the air.

"I advise you to stay down there. I've got five more shots, and the authorities should be here any moment."

Keeping his finger pointed at Doctor Allenhart now, Wulf pulled out a cell phone and speed-dialed the PIDA.

"Yes, it's me. I may have found our culprit, and in any case, he's dangerous."

Wulf gave a calm smile as the woman on the phone said they were on their way. He continued pointing his finger, the necromancer must by now know that he was capable of destroying him with it. At least, Wulf estimated he could hurt him greatly with it. Maybe not kill him.

He slipped his cell back into his pocket, and spoke once more.

"I wouldn't call myself a hero, necromancer. Just one who does what one must."

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Allenhart did not flinch as Wulf’s Spirit Gun punctured the area surrounding him. He slowly turned his head to inspect the damage that had been done and grew deeply upset when noticed the girl’s head was only a pile of ash. “Rebecca, no!” He groaned, huffing in disappointment. “All my hard labor...” He pouted where he stood, his onyx hair slightly tousled from Wulf’s attack.

Then, the Necromancer grew quiet, listening to Wulf ask for backup so that he could take Allenhart to the PIDA. “No PDA...” He snarled, nibbling veraciously on his lips with his canine teeth. ”No PDA.” He repeated, his lean body began to tense up at the thought of imprisonment by that ridiculous organization! He recalled offering his services to them when he first established himself here long ago however they deemed him to volatile so he was excused from their facility. “Speak softy love...” He hummed, his voice quivering with fury, his silver eyes glazing over in rage.

Suddenly, the headless corpse jumped to life, extending a violent hand toward Wulf’s leg. Before long, the sound of creatures digging in the earth echoed through the ground, the dead beginning to rise from their caskets. The damage was different for each soul, some missing limbs while others missing chunks of flesh. As the mindless creatures totted slowly to Wulf, the ground bellowed as something large was traveling through the soil underneath, perhaps in the sewers.

“Mindy, my Mindy... daaaddyy needs help!” Allenhart called out to his beautiful pet, who let out another loud screech from beneath the earth just under there feet. Suddenly, a massive tentacle shot from the open grave and encircled itself around Allenhart, shooting him to safety. The crazed doctor shouted happily as he was placed quite a distance away from Wulf. “Whooo....! Now be a good girl Mindy and kill him for me!” He entire tone changed from carefree insane to bloodthirsty, his white iris’ glittering with the expected violence.

Then, Mindy appeared.

[Special Agent Cox]

It was times like this that Jesse hated the PIDA. It was late in the night; Jesse Cox had just finished recording when he got the phone call. It was an odd time to get a call from the agency he worked for, especially on one of his days off but this call was not n ordinary call. It was an emergency. Apparently there was some big fight going down at the local graveyard and Jesse was the closest one too it. A f*cking graveyard, were they kidding him? Jesse hated graveyards. Call him a coward if you want, but he couldn’t stand the place. Graveyards were scary places, especially at night. There were fricken corpses and ghost wandering around places like that. Jesse couldn’t stand ghosts and their damn creepiness. If that wasn’t creepy enough, the person he was going to be fighting against wasn’t some crazy demon or even a ghost, it was a necromancer. A necromancer! Out of all the damn things to fight in a graveyard it just had to be with someone that could sick zombies on him.

Jesse moved as fast as he could, getting himself dressed, grabbing his gun, and getting out on the road in only a few minutes, but not before sending his own call for assistance with a quick text to his circle of friends that worked in the PIDA for him. There was no way that Jesse could do this alone and he knew it. The agency didn’t tell him much when they called him, they didn’t tell him who he was supposed to be helping out, or how much trouble they were in. Whoever was fighting the necromancer could be dead for all he knew! They could even become one of the dude’s zombie slaves by the time he showed up. Even if they weren’t he and the other agent would be in big trouble. They would be greatly outnumbered by things that wouldn’t go down easily. It also didn’t help that Jesse wasn’t all that reliable in a situation like this. Nevermind the crippling fear at the thought of having to fight fucking zombies! Jesse wasn’t that skilled of an agent. He wasn’t very fast or physically fit. The only thing he had was his mimicking powers. How useful would those be now? What was he suppose to do? Mimic the zombies? Those damn powers didn’t even work half the time. He was more likely to get something stupid and fuck him and the person he came to save over.

He would definitely need the help in this one. He didn’t care who showed up, anyone would be useful right about now he couldn’t do this alone. But he just might have to do this alone. There was no telling if anyone would see the message by the time he got there. It could already be too late. Jesse sped down the road, not knowing if he should be thankful that no one else was on the road tonight or not, when he finally came to the graveyard. He could already see the mass of zombies heading further into the graveyard, probably heading towards the agent that was already on the scene. “You can do this man, you can do this.” He muttered as he loaded his gun and got out of the car. The man hurried into the graveyard, trying his best to move undetected by the walking dead to find the agent that needed help. Lucky for him he found the guy. In the center of all the chaos stood too figures. The guy chilling in the freshly dug grave had to be the necromancer guy, which meant the other dude must be the one he needed to support. The kid looked too young to be an agent, but then again he couldn’t really judge anyone based on looks.

“TAKE A BULLET TO THE FACE ZOMBIE!” Jesse fired a shot at one of the zombies that came a little too close to the other agent and blew it’s head clean off. One down, 30 more or so to go. “Did someone call for support?!” he called out to the other agent. Jesse ran over to the other guy, taking out a few zombies here and there as he approached. Maybe he could do this after all? They were going down quicker than he thought they were. Any illusions of a quick victory however vanished the second that ‘Mindy’ arrived. Nope, never mind…they were totally fucked.

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"Well, thank god you've arrived, but he's getting-"

Wulf sidestepped a zombie gracefully, drawing his spirit sword and stabbing through its head. Zombies were slow and dimwitted, not enough to waste his last Spirit Gun shot on. But then that THING appeared. Mindy, as it was called.

"-Away....aw, crap baskets."

The forty foot creature erupted frmo the ground, and Wulf nearly lost his composure for a moment. Then he remembered the other Wulfgaard, or rather felt him swell inside him. As if telling him it was time. Time to call upon the ancestral spirit for the strength he so desperately needed.

"Hold off the zombies. I'll handle Mindy."

His voice was calm. Resolute. His body began to literally glow, with a blue outline, as his slight muscles became defined, although you couldn't see that under his clothing. His abdomen went from flat and girly to defined and powerful, and his arms and legs bulged enough to tear the seams of his clothing.

"We have twelve minutes before I lose this strength, I suggest we hurry!"

He moved, nearly seeming to disappear from where he was standing. Within a fraction of a second, he was slashing his spirit sword at breakneck speeds at this creature named Mindy. The sword was sharper than a razor, despite appearing to be nothing but a stick made of spirit energy. After four slashes, he jumped backwards and raised the sword.

It got bigger. Spirit energy surged into it. It became the size and rough shape of a claymore, or two handed sword. He then would rush forward again and make a vertical slash from the bottom up towards Mindy's abdoment, jumping as he reached the top of the slash to add more pain to this creature's life. Unlife?

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The monstrous Mindy bellowed menacingly as the new arrival approached the grounds of the dead, giving the tiny morsels standing before her a ravenous glare as she coiled around herself, blocking Allenhart from the PIDA agent’s view of his whereabouts. Currently, he was plastered on the wall of an alabaster stone crypt, his silverish eyes peeking every so often to observe the expected carnage. The Necromancer watch the curious man waddle to his red-headed comrade, defeating one of his minions. “Aw, poor Georgia. They are out of the beauty paegent.” The crazed doctor huffed sadly, wriggling his fingers together as he continued to raise the bodies from their caskets.

Allenhart gaped suddenly as he watched the petite hero almost explode on himself as rippling muscles protruded from his clothing and tearing them at the seams. His spiritual energy was massive almost instantly and Dr. Allenhart observed Wulf, fascinated. Reaching out desperately he muttered, “Must...have...”

The towering beast screeched angrily as its skin which from an up close perspective was much like flesh found on corpses in the freezing temperatures, the crusted skin like a thin outline around the protruding skeletal system. The fumes from the monster's wounds released a noxious gas which settled itself around the church cemetery like a cloud. As Wulf approached Mindy with a devastating attack, the large creature wiped its powerful tentacles in his direction, hoping to throw the young warrior off guard.

Allenhart, during Wulf's last assault had tiptoed to the next crypt, seeing the exit in site. Blocking his path was the plump human with the guns. The doctor observed the PIDA agent as the Nercomancer's horde of zombies approached closer and closer to the new arrival. Allenhart would sit tight for now and wait for the best time to move; for now he was to stay out of site and allow his creations to defend him. "Man, I wish Sheila had come..." This 'Shelia' was another of his favorite creatures but she had stayed behind to defend his work station for she was his crowning achievement. He had managed to gather DNA from the extinct Velociraptor and molded its strand to other creatures he found suitable. "I should have at least brought some of her pack, these zombies are weak!" He grumbled. If it got out of hand and Allenhart had still not reached his destination, he would just have to run and hope for the best.

ooc: i hope this post was alright! Ask if I need to change anything

[Special Agent Cox]

At first things seemed to be going fairly well for the duo. Sure there was a horde of zombies shambling towards them, eager to tear into their tasty flesh. But hey, zombies were known for being slow and weak right? Alone a zombie wasn’t that much of a threat; they were easy enough to destroy once you knew how to deal with. Lucky for him real life zombies seemed to follow the same rules as those in video games and movies. Aim for the head and the bastards went down. Jesse had already taken out a few to get to his fellow agent, and off another one that had come towards him. Maybe he could do this after all? Even with a horde here he could hold off a few on his own till they either caught the one in control of them or had to run for it. He just needed to think of this like he was playing left 4 dead or dead island. Only with less people to help him, no safe spots, no extra ammo in the form of loot, and no extra lives…

Okay, so maybe they were still totally screwed in the end but damn it the man was just trying to be hopeful. It was far better to try and look at the bright side of things than to surrender before he could even try. But the second that ‘Mindy’ showed up what little self confidence Jesse had vanished instantly. Even the kid, who up to this point had been relatively cool about having to fight a horde of zombies lost a bit of his composure. “Oh hell no…” the man looked at the monstrosity with wide eyes. “That’s some straight up dead space shit right there!” what the hell was that thing? Fighting zombies was one thing, but giant zombie monsters? That was another story. He wasn’t Issac Clarke and neither was his partner. How were they going to fight that thing?

Suddenly there was a change in the air and Jesse looked over at the boy beside him. Though he couldn’t see the blue aura surrounding him he could certainly feel it. It looked like this kid was something special after all. That was good; it was going to take a lot more than just a few guns to take Mindy down. That and now maybe Jesse’s little talent would be more useful. There was no guarantee even if he was lucky to get the same powers that the necromancer had that he would be able to control the undead and turn them against their maker. But if he mimicked his partner, they could increase their power and give that bastard a run for his money. It’s worth a shot he thought, there was nothing like taking a little bit of risk in a life or death situation. He just had to hope that lady luck was on his side tonight. “Don’t worry; I got a trick or two up my sleeve. You just take care of big bad and ugly over there and leave the rest to me.”

Taking a deep breath Jesse focused his attention on his partner, on the power that was quickly rising and radiating from him in waves. Soon he could feel a tingling sensation running throughout his entire body. When he could see the brilliant blue of the boy’s aura he knew that it worked. Though Jesse didn’t transform in the same way that the kid did he felt different, stronger even. He could feel a strange cold energy flowing into him, wrapping him in the same blue shimmer that his partner was in. When he focused this new energy a blade emerged in his hand and he smiled. He may not be a buffed out bad ass but this power was more than enough to get the job done. Jesse charged forward and swung at the first few zombies that came towards him, taking their heads clean off. Damn this was awesome! He even felt a little faster too! Sadly his victory was cut a little short when the gas struck. “Oh god, what the hell!” the man coughed. Man the stench was damn near unbearable! And worse, it clogged up his vision. A zombie nearly got him in the moment he was distracted but he recovered in time to dodge and attack back. This fight needed to end quickly, and the only way to do that was to beat the necromancer…he just needed to find that jerk first.

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The noxious gasses didn't seem to effect Wulf, as his spirit energy was making a slight wind around him, blowing it out of his face before he breathed. He looked up at the forty foot creature, taking it into account. It looked like a damned Hydralisk, and if there was anything Wulf's crappy old computer could run, it was the original Starcraft.


Now, according to Starcraft fan fiction, Hydralisks had weak necks. He knew it was a longshot, but he would go for it. He vaulted into the air again, this time using all his leg strength to hit around the height of the damn thing's neck, and swung full force at it with the two-handed spirit sword. As he began to descend, for good measure, he fired his second Spirit Gun shot at the thing's face. Just in case its head didn't come off.

When he landed, he swung his sword around and cleaved the heads off of two zombies. He also, however, looked winded. Firing that spirit gun had been something of a bad idea. It had been juiced up by his enhanced form, and resembled....some kind of ball bigger than a basketball.

Goddamn, he hoped that thing was dead.

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“Ah, my dear lady how dare they harm you!” Allenhart gasped, a fake English accent awakening from his terrified throat as he watched in horror of the bloodshed transpiring between Mindy and this ‘hero man’. The insane Necromancer moaned as the young warrior sliced at Mindy’s throat and created an enormous gash along the front of her larynx which caused her to erupt in a loud shriek which echoed for miles across the midnight New Orland sky. “Such a disgrace, trying to destroy such a beautiful creature like my baby Mindy!” Allenhart whimpered, wiping with his dirty sleeve a small tear that trickled down his cheek from the ache in his heart for his dearest child. The fury in his soul began to grow faster and faster; the undead heart in his stitched chest was beating loudly in his ears and his clenched his fists again around the shovel still tight in his grip. “Deliver us my child… deliver us from evil…” He babbled, his teeth gritting together in anger. With a forceful hop he shot to the roof of the catacomb and stood, trying his best to intimidate the enemies around him. “Die nonbeliever!” He howled and swung the shovel above his head in mass hysteria and tossed it forcefully at the path of the Spirit Gun, desperately hoping that it would intercept to save his beautiful girl.

He didn’t even wait to discover if it had worked before he was rushing toward Agent Cox with excessive speeds, his modified legs carrying him farther and farther from the scene between Wulf and his Mindy. “Boom comes the Allen train!” He drew out the final syllable as he charged faster and faster, the zombies continuing to rise all around him and following in his footsteps. If this human fired his worthless guns, he would be ready for them. Although, Allenhart knew that after this battle, he would have to fix himself up. A man was not a man with bullet holes in his body. “Try not to be to rough with me!” He giggled manically at Agent Jesse. “I’m quite the delicate flower!”

Unfortunately for Mindy, the shovel had not saved her life and the Spirit Gun continued on its path shooting straight through the wooden pommel and struck deep into her neck. Her head lopped slightly but with her bewitched soul she continued to hold on, struggling for her undead life. She waved her tentacles around in a craze, hoping to strike the enemy before her. She would not fail her creator, she would continue fighting until he was safe...

[Special Agent Cox]

Getting to the Necromancer was proving to be as difficult as he thought it was going to be. It was bad enough that they had to fight past a horde of undead, and some monstrous abomination of the crazed man’s own creation just to get to him, but now there was the gas. While the super saiyan like kid’s spiritual energy seemed to protect him from the blown of the noxus gas Jesse wasn’t so lucky. Even though he was a few good feet away from the crap it still billowed over to his side. And man did it stink. It was a damn miracle that he was able to hold his supper in his stomach. He didn’t know what was the worst part about it, the stench or the fact that it clogged his vision? The gas covered the entire graveyard, cloaking the swarm of the dead and their maker in its thick smog. Jesse was having a bad time seeing two steps in front of him, making it hard for him to defend himself from attacks.

Despite the huge disadvantage he had the man still kept fighting. And he was doing it well, surprisingly so. With this newfound power came a great boost in confidence. He probably wasn’t as strong as the guy he had mimicked to get them but he was strong enough to kick so zombie ass and that was good enough. And hey, this spirit sword was a much better defense against the zombies in the gas. It was much easier to chop up your enemies with little vision than shoot at them. At least he wouldn’t have to deal with lack of sight for long, the gas was already starting to clear by the time he sliced up a few more zombies. But still he couldn’t find the damn necromancer. Where the hell was that damn corpse loving freak? He didn’t run off already did he?

As if the man heard his thoughts Jesse heard the manic scream and then…holy crap the guy was running towards him like he was a god damn train! “Son of a b…”Damn he should be careful what he wished for! Jesse tried to duck out of the man’s path and at the same time swing his sword to strike at the crazy bastard. The dodge at least had been successful, he just barely dodge the charge. As for if he hit the guy he had no idea. Once he dodged the attack he turned on the few zombies that managed to get close enough to him in that time, taking off more heads before turning around to face the necromancer. “I’m going to give you one chance, and only one chance to surrender.” Jesse said. “Call off your little friends and come with us quietly. If you keep this up you will lose. I am not the only agent coming, there are going to be more and we will whoop your ass if you try to resist.” It was a bluff, Jesse may have alerted the others before he came here but he had no idea if anyone would show up. He hoped so, if this fight went past the twelve minute mark he would be the only man standing. This needed to end quickly one way or another and he preferred the route with the least amount of bloodshed.

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Wulf tried to stand up straight, but his body felt heavy. He knew that he had put too much into that last Spirit Gun, and now he was paying for it. It hadn't even been five or six minutes, and he was already falling out of his enhanced form, his spirit energy dwindling to that of a normal human.

"Agent...I'm sorry...I couldn't hold it as long as I thought..."

Wulf fell to his hands and knees in front of the creature just as it began to flail. He closed his eyes and waited for an impact that never came. Instead, he heard the noise of metal impacting on flesh.

"You two okay? Sorry I'm late, kiddo."

"R....Ryudo?!"

Wulf hadn't known Ryudo worked for the PIDA. He came quite often to see his mother and have his fortune read. Wulf's mother was a powerful psychic, and that was probably what had drawn the other Wulfgaard's spirit into him during the car accident.

"I'll handle it from here, Wulf. I'm impressed, though..."

Ryudo swung his sword again, this time attempting to lop off Mindy's other tentacles. He then pivoted on his heel and slashed at her midsection, his gigantic sword would easily reach the other side of her, neatly cleaving her in two from six feet above the ground. As Mindy's body fell backwards he would plunge forward, his sword piercing through her, as he ran up her body, essentially bisecting her vertically. He then jumped off and began to effortlessly cleave through zombies, the noxious gas from mindy seemingly not affecting him in the least.

"What....what is he..."

Wulf spoke as his body regained its normal musculature.