Before continuing any further let's put down the devices, shut off monitors, and all that. Let's do this so we can have a quick moment of silence for one of my childhood heroes, Stan Lee. If he was an important person in your life, please tell me about it.

[Commence Silence]

Thank you.

This first comment is from Amvmaster, "well I gotta say this was a better than my atempt, keep it up man looking forward to what you have in store"

I wouldn't say that, I'm sure your story is either just as good or better than mine.

Next is from Bomberguy789, "What a Skaggly name. Just joking, that's a pretty fun idea. Anyway, this should be fun."

I kinda thought about what you said and thought about what creatures I could add, and I was playing Borderlands 2 so yeah, just put them together.

Back to the story

[Somewhere in The thick forest of the island]

After Church landed he found himself walking, not running through the forest like a madman searching for a partner. He walked like he had no care in the world, when in all honesty, he truly had none whatsoever. Church had one goal in mind and one goal only: grab a relic and haul ass out of that place.

However he stopped and grew extremely hostile when he had heard the sound of heavy snarling. The sound was from that of a beast, "Two targets, size: 9ft to 9.5ft, About 750 to 1000lbs, 'bully mongs'." Church had answered.

The so called named bully mongs rose from their bushes to reveal their beastly faces. The monsters of the listed details had more brutish details in their character, their heads had slack jaws and miniature skulls. The forearms of the beast were built to topple over full grown trees and hurl boulders.

Church took out one of the revolvers labeled 'Bastard' and held it steady, waiting for the beast to strike.

The bully mong charged Church, bashing it's fist to the ground with every leap. It's drool dripping out of it's low hanging jaw, heavy clouds of foul smelling breath.

It tossed the heavy left arm over, sweeping at Church, where he leaned back from the hit. The beast swung right as Church made a huge step back and avoided another hit from the brute. The bully mong lugged a boulder at Church in attempt to hit. Church simply moved right as he took aim until he remembered the hard way, there were two of them.

The second bully mong uppercutted Church all the way back to a tree.

"Clever dick." Church complimented as he rubbed his shoulder from where he was struck. But as he rubbed his shoulder he felt something missing around his neck, something important. His dog tags were now in the palms of that disgusting monster.

"You...you...you son of a Bitch!!!" Church shouted as he gritted his teeth. He pulled out his second revolver, labeled 'Asshole' and began his assault. Church duck the mighty swing and with what have been punches were replaced with close ranged sniper shots. The beast had its arms blown off as it was being brutally shot in what was left of its torso by a flurry of haymaker shots.

The beast was riddled with holes as Church ripped the dog tags from its hand. The final one charged as it stopped in front of Church.

"Bub, fuck off." Church said as he counted his bullets. The monster didn't listen as it raised it's arms and was about to crush the man. But met two barrels to the face...

Bl-Blam*

...and had it's head blown back, with the smallest bits of its skull and brain being scattered around.

Church flipped his revolver chamber open to reload their rounds. He took two of the quick reloaders from his belts wrapped around his chest in any 'X' then reloaded.

"You can come out of the bushes now." Church said as he aimed his 'Bastard' at the bushes waiting for the person in them to stand up.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot." The kid known as Doc pleaded with his arms in the air.

For a moment the two stood there silently, just staring at each other for a long moment.

"Come on, we got to get moving." Church said as he began walking away.

"Wait, does this mean that we're on the same team?" Doc asked.

"You gonna stand there all day? Get your ass over here." Church demanded.

[With Tucker]

Tucker had just dodged another lunge from the dog like creature known as the skags, but needed to fight back. Luckily for him they had just given him enough time to pull out his weapon.

The weapon known to him as, "Lustful Blade", was a kitana, but the back end was glowing aqua. The front was seen with as nothing more than stainless; to the untrained eye, however when observed at a closer angle, the metal for the front was folded over a thousand times. The back part of the blade was heated for three days and nights in special coal that burnt blue at it's hottest, forever staining the backend. Tucker crafted this weapon himself after he learned how to do this from his master at the school he was taught at.

Tucker began going through the steps in his head, "Feet stance: good, both hands on handle: check. Now who's gonna be my bitch." He asked.

The first one attempted to charge at Tucker as he stood still as a statue. At the last second Tucker raised his sword ever so slightly and in an instant the skag's head was sliced down the middle, splitting it into two parts.

Another came behind Tucker with a wide jaw, before Tucker could react in time to respond. Luckily he was saved as Caboose's chainsaw on his Lancer Assault Rifle shredded diagonally from it's shoulder to it's flank. Caboose then proceeded to fire an endless spree of fire dust bullets at the skags.

While igniting six of them in flames Caboose little the area around them into fire. The thick forest was proven to be the best tinder for causing a forest fire. Tucker saw trees falling around them, "Time to go bud." He said.

Caboose was against running from a fight, "We can take them." He said.

Suddenly a tree engulfed in flames and nearly scorched entirely fell a few feet from their faces, "Yeah we can, but my sword doesn't slice through flames." Tucker joked as he grabbed Caboose's arm.

They both rushed through the fire as they caught their breath and had saved their skin and fur from the heat. When they were safe Caboose complained, "We could've beat them." Caboose grumbled.

"True, but we'd be burnt to a crisp, and I like my face rare." Tucker joked while explaining.

"Well maybe if you weren't my partner I'd win that fight." Caboose said looking away from Tucker with his arms folded.

"Woah, what crawled up your ass? I'm trying to help you, but clearly you don't understand what it takes to be a team player." Tucker said as he began walking away.

"I could be a team player, if I had good teammates." Caboose told Tucker.

"Says the immortal words of every 5-year old, playing video games, and trash talking his team." Tucker said as he began walking away.

Caboose had no more words as he grunted, making a childlike face and breaking a boulder with his bare hand. As they were leaving that scene they had missed the puddle of water where the ground begun to shake.

[With Simmons and Grif]

The two had met by complete accident, or coincidence, but somehow regrouped.

Simmons was keeping his gun up to spot incoming enemies from any direction. When all of a sudden his scanner on his backpack started beeping like crazy. Danger was approaching from his left side. Bushes were being scared as the shaking was beginning to draw near.

Suddenly Grif pushed through as he had begun to pant, due to him being out of breathe. Simmons placed his rifle in one hand as he helped Grif to his feet, "Hey, you alright?" Simmons asked.

"Yeah, just running from the Blood Gazers, nothing too bad." Grif said as three of the Blood Gazers slithered over the bushes.

These were not your usual Grimm, these had some humanoid features such as two eyes, two arms and a torso. But these creatures had multiple snakes upon it's head acting as more heads or the creatures hair. The bottom half of the beast was entirely reptilian, like a snake.

Grif had his bat ready to swing, but Simmons was shaking so much his aim wouldn't even fix on the beast. While incredibly intelligent, and trained in his burst assault rifle, his fears and lack of some strength will make him lose confidence in battle. Grif was different, his deviant behavior and lack of care made him feel anything but unprepared.

"Cover me." Grif said as he rushed in with his bat.

Simmons still shaking reached towards his arm with the touchscreen device on his forearm. He pushed it with a few clicks, in moments his eye was assisted with a reflex sighted aim sight and the antenna on his backpack now had a machine gun barrel.

Grif swung first, the 1st Blood Gazer dodged, the 2nd one swooped in for an attack but met the bottom end of the bat being rammed down it's mouth. Grif held the bat in place with one hand, and with the other slammed down on the top part until the bat crushed through the beasts head.

The 1st one pinned Grif with it's claws like hand cuffs, placing each arm on the ground. It began snarling with its venomous breath and drool in Grif's face, as it's jaw began to unhinge.

Braka-ka*

The sound rang as the Blood Gazer had it's back pop with its flesh exploding into black blood. It turned around to hiss at the shooter to be staring at Simmons and his burst rifle and shoulder machine gun.

Simmons panted for a moment, "You one ugly mother fucker." Simmons said as he fired his burst assault rifle and his shoulder machine gun. The beast was shredded with the heavy accuracy and fire rate of the weapons.

Grif got to his feet, originally to thank Simmons, "Wait, wasn't there a third one." Grif asked resting the bat on his shoulder.

HSSSSSSS*

Simmons turned his head around to see the third one standing or positioning right behind him. His instinct took over and he ran as fast as he could to Grif who was getting prepared to swing. Simmons became more cautious, "Don'tswing Don'tswing Don'tswing" He said until he slid on his knees and ducked under the bat's range. "Swing." He said.

Crack*

The bat met the bone marrow of the Blood Gazer as it was now attempting to escape by crawling away. But neither of the two boys would allow that Grif kicked the monster onto it's back, "Night night." Grif said as he crushed it's head and Simmons blasted it's chest.

"Thanks, pal." Simmons said as he reloaded his gun.

"No problem bud." Grif said as he polished his bat, "So teammates?"

"Teammates." Simmons reassured, "I found out where we should head to next. It's not too far just over a hill up North, through the brush up ahead and bam, we get our relics."

"Nice, because I am way too winded to keep running." Grif said as he held his bat to his side.

[Somewhere Else]

Lopez had his toolbox resting on his back like a backpack as he walked towards the center where the relics would be. His stare was focused, and concentrated on his objective almost as though nothing could stop him. The only person that could rival this stare would be Church, the White Tiger faunus.

But something did stop him for a moment, a branch crunching next to him. Lopez faced right so fast it might have hurt others, but Lopez wasn't like others. His arms were now plugged into the two rotating, four barreled miniguns.

The began to tear through the trees, faster than any chainsaw or ax could with the best lumberjack. Bullet casings rained down at his feet and piled into a small puddle of golden-bronze metal. The trees chipped to their stumps as chips flew through the air as though they were fresh snow.

When the threat was assumed to be erased, that is when he put the attachments back in the toolbox. While the threat may have been eliminated, the real culprit survived.

"Wow, you sure know how to make it rain on a guy, do you?" The cat faunus Donut asked with one hand on his hip and the other on his leg as he bent forwards in a suggestive pose.

Lopez had no reaction in his eyes but smiled as he extended out his hand, "Amigo?" He asked.

Donut was confused but somehow understood, "Well, a-mi-and you should start to go." He said as he shook Lopez's hand soon knowing something interesting about, "Oh my God, you have a strong grip. Do you work out?" Donut asked.

[End of Chapter]

Author's note: Now it's been a while since I started this chapter but I'm going to explain why I've been lazy. Some things came up and well, I was in a strange situation for a moment. But back on track.Also someone remind me I have an important announcement to tell, in the next chapter.