"Well, hot damn." Negan grinned as he peeked around the corner at Bowser. "Snappy the Turtle is an absolute unit."
As he said this, Lucario hopped into the fray, attacking the Racoon and the oddly feminine boy who'd pulled out a sword. "I can deal with the guards. That guy with the sword looks a little tougher than them." Negan informed Vader. "Snappy is our wildcard, but as long as we work together," He smirked. "We'll pound these motherf*ckers into the f*cking dirt."
After this was said, Negan stepped out from the aircraft, swinging his bat at the nearest Guard, slamming Lucille into the guy's head. Out of surprise and Negan's brute force, the Guard fell back from the attack, giving Negan enough time to set Lucille down by his side, and yank the technologically advanced rifle from the man's hands. "Oh sh*t yeah!" He grinned, opening fire on the remaining two Guards that were stationed near the ramp, gunning them down, the blasts from the rifle tearing the men apart.
"F*ck!" Negan felt a boot slam into his gut, launching the weapon out of Negan's grip, knocking him back onto the ramp as the first Guard got to his feet. "That was a helluva kick..." The Savior groaned as he got to his feet slowly. The Guard ran in for a kick, slamming his boot into the side of Negan's face, who was knocked down once again. "F*ck me once, that's okay." Negan growled, getting to his feet again. "F*ck me twice?"
The Guard ran in for another kick as Negan reached up, and grabbed the Guard's leg. "Oh, that's a big f*ckin' no-no." He slammed his other fist into the Guard's nether-region, forcing the man to let out an audible groan, allowing Negan to finally get back up on his feet, stooping over and picking up Lucille. "Lucille hasn't been given any action this whole time I've been here." Negan told the guard, approaching him and shoving him over onto the ground. "And I do believe she is getting mighty jealous."
He wiped some blood out of the corner of his mouth. "And she hates it when I get hurt. You have no idea how much she hates it." Negan placed his boot on the Guard's throat. "So take this as a lesson." He stomped down, hearing a satisfying crunch as the Guard's throat was crushed. "From me, and from her." He took a step back, and raised Lucille, before bringing the barbed bat down hard, with a satisfying crunch, and blood splattering the ground, as well as splattering on Negan. He lifted the bat again, and brought it down again, again, and again.
Finally, he stopped, panting, as he took a step back from the body that no longer had a head, just a brain pancake. "Damn..." He breathed, looking at Lucille. "You're all dirty. My dirty f*ckin' girl."
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The battle had been turned off of the three individuals as the soldiers entered the fray. John had no diverted his attention from the older individual with the claws, and was blasting apart Soviet soldiers left and right. His energy shielding was beginning to deplete rather quickly, forcing the Spartan to dive for cover every few seconds, only to pop out and blast apart a few more individuals, even getting physical with a few that dared get close enough.
Some sort of robotic bipedal figure that easily dwarfed the Master Chief, leaped over a few Soldier's heads, propelled with it's own jet pack of sorts. It slammed into the ground in front of Chief, and started firing a weapon at him that made all the previous weapons seem like pea shooters.
John dove to the side as a few raw plasma blasts tore apart the ground he'd just been standing. Quickly rolling up onto his feet, John sprinted at the behemoth, jumping, and leaping onto its head, noticing through the dome on its head that there happened to be a soldier inside, as Chief had predicted. He slammed his fist into the dome, shattering the glass, his fist smashing into the soldier's face, instantly killing him.
With the behemoth disabled, John leaped off of it, pulling the massive weapon with him that he was easily able to wield, despite it being nearly twice the size of him as the now un-operated behemoth fell face-first into the ground. He opened fire once again, his new weapon obliterating portions of the advancing Soviet soldiers.
Logan groaned from his place on the earth, his recent wound still healing, the hole in his stomach nearly completely sealed up. It hadn't been enough to kill him, but it hurt like absolute hell. He was glad nobody was paying him any attention at the moment, just simply leaving him alone as the sage armor clad individual who'd dealt the damage to Logan earlier wiped out the advancing soldiers.
