comic
Previously turnt3chGodh34d
Solid Snake
"Huh!" the soldier's quick and brief facial reactions were as quick as his reaction, noting his missile being matched by a projectile, Uratekumon using a piece of his own plating--and exposing what lie beneath. That, alongside the hole in his arm, could be exploitable. Even as the cloud of erupted smoke obscured vision between the two, Snake's Solid Eye provided the edge needed to calculate Uratekumon's own strategy as the mercenary dropped through the air- and counter-attack efficiently. Plus, it helped that Uratekumon was always yelling to give hints to his attacks and position.
Snake maintained his equal speed to his opponent, moving his arms and Uratekumon's own temporary blindness to his advantage by grasping onto the first fist that struck his way. While the initial strike registered with pain to the soldier, the fact he clung on seemed to ease it, as the fist pulled back as the other struck, and the momentum allowed Snake to swing himself backward, and attempt to place a mine in, on, or around the open wound of Uratekumon's suit before rapidly kicking off, pain resonating around his sternum where he'd been struck.
Leon S. Kennedy
Jammed? What the hell? Leon slapped the side of the shotgun, yet it continued to refuse to fire. "Ah, shit," the agent muttered gruffly under his breath, dropping onto his back as the second Licker lunged for him. Bringing his knees to his chest as fast as the creature moved, Leon used his legs to kick the mutated undead in its chest, launching it far higher than it intended to leap- directly toward the rooftop where Psyduck sat from as the man rolled to his feet, taking a step back from a deadly slash by the remaining Licker while he holstered the shotgun and returned Matilda to his hand, punching three bullets into the beasts skull, which was enough to make it shy away, crawling backward a bit with a hiss-like growl, its long tongue lashing angrily out from its mouth.
He didn't let it get away that easily, emptying his clip on it, and the creature fell dead. The remaining one had been launched up toward Psyduck, but that was the least of their concerns. Sounds had now erupted throughout the dormant and dead city. They had awoken it with their noise. The streets would be crawling with the undead soon, so Leon looked up beyond the roof he and the water fowl had fought on, eyes stretching along the sides of skyscrapers.
The high ground was needed here, in order to ditch the mobs of zombies, and to continue their conflict before anything WORSE showed up.
Revan
What's this? A surprise maneuver, and one to call for a modicum of respect from the gray Jedi, who felt his chest armor being slugged against by his opponent's legs, ending the attack and sliding Revan back a couple feet, a small grin appearing on his unshaven face. He twirled both blades in his hands once, before he thrust either arm outward, and both vibroblades shot away from him like bullets, disappearing in either direction.
"Intuitive," the man stated, reaching under his cloak. "Creative, you've impressed me as the foes I fell before you have. Perhaps you'd prefer I stop warming up?" Revan's small grin stretched a little more as two blades of light appeared, crimson and violet, electricity racing along his fingertips. "I'm fighting to kill, now," he warned.
"Are you ready?"
"Huh!" the soldier's quick and brief facial reactions were as quick as his reaction, noting his missile being matched by a projectile, Uratekumon using a piece of his own plating--and exposing what lie beneath. That, alongside the hole in his arm, could be exploitable. Even as the cloud of erupted smoke obscured vision between the two, Snake's Solid Eye provided the edge needed to calculate Uratekumon's own strategy as the mercenary dropped through the air- and counter-attack efficiently. Plus, it helped that Uratekumon was always yelling to give hints to his attacks and position.
Snake maintained his equal speed to his opponent, moving his arms and Uratekumon's own temporary blindness to his advantage by grasping onto the first fist that struck his way. While the initial strike registered with pain to the soldier, the fact he clung on seemed to ease it, as the fist pulled back as the other struck, and the momentum allowed Snake to swing himself backward, and attempt to place a mine in, on, or around the open wound of Uratekumon's suit before rapidly kicking off, pain resonating around his sternum where he'd been struck.
Leon S. Kennedy
Jammed? What the hell? Leon slapped the side of the shotgun, yet it continued to refuse to fire. "Ah, shit," the agent muttered gruffly under his breath, dropping onto his back as the second Licker lunged for him. Bringing his knees to his chest as fast as the creature moved, Leon used his legs to kick the mutated undead in its chest, launching it far higher than it intended to leap- directly toward the rooftop where Psyduck sat from as the man rolled to his feet, taking a step back from a deadly slash by the remaining Licker while he holstered the shotgun and returned Matilda to his hand, punching three bullets into the beasts skull, which was enough to make it shy away, crawling backward a bit with a hiss-like growl, its long tongue lashing angrily out from its mouth.
He didn't let it get away that easily, emptying his clip on it, and the creature fell dead. The remaining one had been launched up toward Psyduck, but that was the least of their concerns. Sounds had now erupted throughout the dormant and dead city. They had awoken it with their noise. The streets would be crawling with the undead soon, so Leon looked up beyond the roof he and the water fowl had fought on, eyes stretching along the sides of skyscrapers.
The high ground was needed here, in order to ditch the mobs of zombies, and to continue their conflict before anything WORSE showed up.
Revan
What's this? A surprise maneuver, and one to call for a modicum of respect from the gray Jedi, who felt his chest armor being slugged against by his opponent's legs, ending the attack and sliding Revan back a couple feet, a small grin appearing on his unshaven face. He twirled both blades in his hands once, before he thrust either arm outward, and both vibroblades shot away from him like bullets, disappearing in either direction.
"Intuitive," the man stated, reaching under his cloak. "Creative, you've impressed me as the foes I fell before you have. Perhaps you'd prefer I stop warming up?" Revan's small grin stretched a little more as two blades of light appeared, crimson and violet, electricity racing along his fingertips. "I'm fighting to kill, now," he warned.
"Are you ready?"