SNK vs Capcom Prologue pt. 2
Seizing the opportunity presented before them, Heidern dove over to Demitri, and stabbed his spear hand into the Vampire's already gaping wound. With that, the count felt himself grow weaker and stumbled back almost faint.
After robbing their "host" of his energy with his ki draining technique, Heidern was ready as if he had regained a second wind, and pulled Leona up off of her knees and started to carry her. Ralf helped Clark up, and noticed he was clutching his ribs rather tightly. Pulling up Clark's free arm onto his shoulder to help support him, the group followed their benefactor's lead, making a run down the corridor. Finally, when Demitri regained his balance, the group had gained a good lead ahead of him.
"GET THEM, bellowed Demitri, as his feminine servants regained their footing and glided at hyper speeds across the floor in pursuit.
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B. B. Hood lead the way, precariously tossing about all manner of explosives to any hapless vampire to get in her way. As the group rounded a corner, they were met with a small, but obviously formidable army of Demitri's Vampire servants.
"Oh what are we to do?" mocked Ms. Hood, as she slapped her cheeks. With a sly grin, she reached her right hand down to the picnic basket dangling from her left arm, "BOYS!"
Pulling the cover off the basket quickly popped out two VERY large men, one dressed in leiderhosen and carrying a German rifle, the other one dressed in a Soldier's outfit brandishing a rocket launcher. Baby Bonnie Hood was now sporting an AK-47, and between the three of them, they leveled the whole room in less than 5 seconds.
As soon as the gunsmoke cleared, Ms. Hood pulled out a stop watch, "Not bad," she exclaimed with a smirk. Her friends disappeared back into the basket, and she turned to wave back to Heidern and the rest that it was safe to continue. She turned only meet with a suprisingly dumbfounded looks plastered across Heidern and Ralf's face.
"Where did..." Heidern was only capable of squeaking those words out as he continued their escape. Finally, they all came to a dead end.
"Oh SHIT, now what?" demanded Ralf. taking a step back, Ms. Hood yelled "CLEAR" as a rocket erupted from her picnic basket, and annihilated the wall.
"Damn, I gotta get me one of those," Ralf exclaimed as they jumped down a story to the ground. When Demitri finally caught up to the hole created in the side of his Palace, the group was out of site.
Though it would be simple for him to pursue, he just smiled and called his eager servants back. "Let them go, I want this mess cleaned up right now." He turned back to the night with a toothy grin, " Such rude guests."
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Reaching a clearing, and sure they were not being followed, BB Hood and company stopped to catch their breath.
"I hope you're damn proud of yourself," exclaimed BB Hood, "I've been working on that tag for weeks!"
"Not to sound ungrateful or anything but, who the Hell are you?" Demanded Ralf after setting down Clark. Ignoring his question, Ms. Hood turned her attentions to Leona and the arrow that was still protruding from her shoulder.
"Still a good shaft," BB Hood smirked as she grabbed the arrow and jerked the arrow all the way through Leona's shoulder. Leona had now regained her senses, and stayed silent with a straight face as in to make sure the Little Red Riding Hood character didn't gain any satisfaction from her pain. "Heh, you're a tough one," said BB Hood with a grin.
"Baby Bonnie Hood, a.k.a. Bulletta. Hitwoman of highest pay, yet prefers to work in secrecy," recited Heidern to answer Ralf's question. "She specializes in 'supernatural' targets, that would explain Bella Lagousi back there."
"Yeah, that one coulda been my retirement too," BB Hood said as she polished some of Leona's blood off her arrow and withdrew a cigar from her basket and lit it. "What were you people doing there anyway? Didn't think the Akari Warriors had any interest in this business."
"So you do know us?" asked Heidern.
"Have to keep up with who the competition is in the merc business," replied the girl. "Your girl here will survive, but your friend there looks like he may have a few broken ribs. Suprised he kept so silent with being jostled all over creation." Ralf checked Clark's ribs, and sure enough, there were three broken.
"He's out of commission commander," affirmed Ralf.
"Damn, now we're short. Someone set us up, this was no happen chance that we were close to being eliminated. Someone wanted us there to fight him," gruffed Heidern.
"Rugal?" asked Leona.
"Na, from what I know of the one eyed gimp, it ain't his style," replied BB Hood as she puffed out some smoke from her stogie. "Sounds like you guys have another friend who wants to play.
"Well the trail obviously is going to lead back through Demitri there," said Heidern. "Well, now that you are off of a case at the moment until he doesn't expect you anymore, I have a proposition for you."
"Heh, first you screw up a collar that's been months of work, and worth more than your miserable asses, then you want to solicit my services, you've got balls," giggled BB Hood.
Though a bit taken back by the girlish laugh, Heidern's resolve remained firm. "We are a wealthy organization and can easily compensate you for losses, as well as hire you for double of what you were to make on the hit we so grievously botched for you."
Removing the cigar from her mouth for a brief pause, the red clad girl finally spoke, "I'm listening." Before she could get her stogie back into her lips, Ralf pulled if from her fingers and asked "gonna finish that?" as he began to take puffs.
On a distant hill, two silhouettes were standing in the shadow of a tree. From the shadow stepped Rugal with his usual cocky grin.
"Excellently played, but why all this cloak and dagger BS? Why not let them know directly that I was involved?"
"Because you idiot, it would lead a trail not only back to you, but to me," said the second man standing in the shadows. "And I'm not ready to reveal myself anytime soon. Now let us return and check up on the progress of Major Bison."
Seizing the opportunity presented before them, Heidern dove over to Demitri, and stabbed his spear hand into the Vampire's already gaping wound. With that, the count felt himself grow weaker and stumbled back almost faint.
After robbing their "host" of his energy with his ki draining technique, Heidern was ready as if he had regained a second wind, and pulled Leona up off of her knees and started to carry her. Ralf helped Clark up, and noticed he was clutching his ribs rather tightly. Pulling up Clark's free arm onto his shoulder to help support him, the group followed their benefactor's lead, making a run down the corridor. Finally, when Demitri regained his balance, the group had gained a good lead ahead of him.
"GET THEM, bellowed Demitri, as his feminine servants regained their footing and glided at hyper speeds across the floor in pursuit.
______________________________
B. B. Hood lead the way, precariously tossing about all manner of explosives to any hapless vampire to get in her way. As the group rounded a corner, they were met with a small, but obviously formidable army of Demitri's Vampire servants.
"Oh what are we to do?" mocked Ms. Hood, as she slapped her cheeks. With a sly grin, she reached her right hand down to the picnic basket dangling from her left arm, "BOYS!"
Pulling the cover off the basket quickly popped out two VERY large men, one dressed in leiderhosen and carrying a German rifle, the other one dressed in a Soldier's outfit brandishing a rocket launcher. Baby Bonnie Hood was now sporting an AK-47, and between the three of them, they leveled the whole room in less than 5 seconds.
As soon as the gunsmoke cleared, Ms. Hood pulled out a stop watch, "Not bad," she exclaimed with a smirk. Her friends disappeared back into the basket, and she turned to wave back to Heidern and the rest that it was safe to continue. She turned only meet with a suprisingly dumbfounded looks plastered across Heidern and Ralf's face.
"Where did..." Heidern was only capable of squeaking those words out as he continued their escape. Finally, they all came to a dead end.
"Oh SHIT, now what?" demanded Ralf. taking a step back, Ms. Hood yelled "CLEAR" as a rocket erupted from her picnic basket, and annihilated the wall.
"Damn, I gotta get me one of those," Ralf exclaimed as they jumped down a story to the ground. When Demitri finally caught up to the hole created in the side of his Palace, the group was out of site.
Though it would be simple for him to pursue, he just smiled and called his eager servants back. "Let them go, I want this mess cleaned up right now." He turned back to the night with a toothy grin, " Such rude guests."
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Reaching a clearing, and sure they were not being followed, BB Hood and company stopped to catch their breath.
"I hope you're damn proud of yourself," exclaimed BB Hood, "I've been working on that tag for weeks!"
"Not to sound ungrateful or anything but, who the Hell are you?" Demanded Ralf after setting down Clark. Ignoring his question, Ms. Hood turned her attentions to Leona and the arrow that was still protruding from her shoulder.
"Still a good shaft," BB Hood smirked as she grabbed the arrow and jerked the arrow all the way through Leona's shoulder. Leona had now regained her senses, and stayed silent with a straight face as in to make sure the Little Red Riding Hood character didn't gain any satisfaction from her pain. "Heh, you're a tough one," said BB Hood with a grin.
"Baby Bonnie Hood, a.k.a. Bulletta. Hitwoman of highest pay, yet prefers to work in secrecy," recited Heidern to answer Ralf's question. "She specializes in 'supernatural' targets, that would explain Bella Lagousi back there."
"Yeah, that one coulda been my retirement too," BB Hood said as she polished some of Leona's blood off her arrow and withdrew a cigar from her basket and lit it. "What were you people doing there anyway? Didn't think the Akari Warriors had any interest in this business."
"So you do know us?" asked Heidern.
"Have to keep up with who the competition is in the merc business," replied the girl. "Your girl here will survive, but your friend there looks like he may have a few broken ribs. Suprised he kept so silent with being jostled all over creation." Ralf checked Clark's ribs, and sure enough, there were three broken.
"He's out of commission commander," affirmed Ralf.
"Damn, now we're short. Someone set us up, this was no happen chance that we were close to being eliminated. Someone wanted us there to fight him," gruffed Heidern.
"Rugal?" asked Leona.
"Na, from what I know of the one eyed gimp, it ain't his style," replied BB Hood as she puffed out some smoke from her stogie. "Sounds like you guys have another friend who wants to play.
"Well the trail obviously is going to lead back through Demitri there," said Heidern. "Well, now that you are off of a case at the moment until he doesn't expect you anymore, I have a proposition for you."
"Heh, first you screw up a collar that's been months of work, and worth more than your miserable asses, then you want to solicit my services, you've got balls," giggled BB Hood.
Though a bit taken back by the girlish laugh, Heidern's resolve remained firm. "We are a wealthy organization and can easily compensate you for losses, as well as hire you for double of what you were to make on the hit we so grievously botched for you."
Removing the cigar from her mouth for a brief pause, the red clad girl finally spoke, "I'm listening." Before she could get her stogie back into her lips, Ralf pulled if from her fingers and asked "gonna finish that?" as he began to take puffs.
On a distant hill, two silhouettes were standing in the shadow of a tree. From the shadow stepped Rugal with his usual cocky grin.
"Excellently played, but why all this cloak and dagger BS? Why not let them know directly that I was involved?"
"Because you idiot, it would lead a trail not only back to you, but to me," said the second man standing in the shadows. "And I'm not ready to reveal myself anytime soon. Now let us return and check up on the progress of Major Bison."