The Irken Assassin Ch. 15 - Like Mortal Kombat!?
Dib quickly runs into the nearest building after Zerg orders him to get away from the upcoming fight. Certainly there was a way to help even if he wasn't on the front lines, though. He starts heading up the empty staircase, aiming to get to the roof as soon as he could, knowing it may be on fire by the time he gets there if he takes too long. He notices threw a window the two irkens beginning to fight as the flame spreads around them. Deciding there wasn't much time to spare, he runs up the stairs.
Back outside, the flames from the explosions earlier had begun to spread, reaching some nearby buildings, and beginning to melt the tar on the street, the flame snaking over the road over a line of old gas which must have leaked out from a car during the day. The flames could be seen reflected in the eyes of the two Irkens, burning like pure hate in Zim's. Zim watched momentarily as Dib headed off, then being caught in surprise as a clawed hand slammed across the side of his face, eight inch long claws just barely missing out of impaling his head, only scratching the side of his face as he is sent to the ground.
His mechanical spider legs automatically retracted as he hit the hot road with a grunt, and is momentarily lost in a daze. He came back to full consciousness in time to see a spiked boot coming down upon him, quickly rolling to the side to avoid being stepped upon by the much taller irken. Zim once more outstretched his spider legs, remaining for the moment on his back as one slipped around Zerg's backside, smacking into her spine and catching between the spikes on her shoulders. Zerg stumbled forward as the metal limb struck her back. The upper spikes fold down on the lower, ensnaring the spider leg as it started to lift her off the ground, Zerg grabbing part of the metal limb within reach.
Zim sits up and starts to come to a stand, the three free spider legs positioning themselves to fire their laser. His hooked spider leg lifts upward, pulling the assassin off the ground as the remaining three aim directly at her, a flash of green light emitting from them as they fire three individual lasers. Zerg yanks up on Zim's spider leg suspending her, her claws tearing through the metal, her then falling back to the ground with part of the spider leg stuck to her back, three flashes of green flying overhead like lightning bolts.
Landing back on her feet, the spikes on Zerg's shoulders release the spider leg, it clanking to the ground. Zim growls in frustration, retracting the damaged leg into his Pak, and steps back into the very nearby flame of the smoldering decoy capital building. Zerg smirks, a shadow passing under her eyes as she follows the invader into the slowly dying flames. In the distance the sound of a fire truck or two approaching can be heard over the roar of the growing flames, the heat of the area seeming to spike. Over the roar of flames Zerg calls out to Zim. "It's nothing personal, I'm only doing my job." she states. Behind the burning cardboard, Zim notices the generator keeping the shield running. "Hmm." He stands on top of it, and shouts out over the roaring flame, "Well then get your job over with!" As Zerg relocated him, Zim jumped up off the generator as Zerg slashed her claws at him again, striking the generator instead of the short irken.
As Zerg pulls her hand free of the generator, violet sparks of electricity flails off the machine, following her claws into the air as if on a trail. The machine itself suddenly combusts, and the shield protecting the city hall building fails and fades out of existence. The cardboard around the building falls over as the shield vanishes, embers glinting in the night as they floated down onto the white painted office, wooden areas soon catching flame as well. While she was distracted with the generator, Zim slipped into the capital building, leaving the door open behind him. Two fire trucks soon arrive on the scene, a few firefighters pouring out of the trucks and readying their hoses. Zerg frowns a bit as she sees the humans getting ready to stop the scene, then follows Zim into the capital building.
Back to the nearby building, Dib finally reached the roof, only in time to see the firemen coming to save the capital building and those neighboring. A few hoses are turned on, sending a rush of high speed at the building even he was now on. Noticing the capital was no longer protected, Dib curses to himself. "This is getting bad..." he comments, repocketing the warheads he still had with him. Looking over the edge of the rooftop, Dib notices a pipe leading from the roof to the ground. Quickly jumping without a thought, Dib grabs the pipe and heads down, then sprinting to the building, his shoes leaving prints in the melting tar.
Zim finally stops running when he reaches the now abandoned governor's office, Zerg walking in after him a minute later, closing the door behind her. The window had been broken along with part of the wall when the Quad-Doomer self destructed. Chunks of burning cardboard had landed on the governors carpet, causing flame to spread even in this room, though it wasn't so bad as of yet. The lights were out, the electrical system damaged by metal and flame by now. The only illumination now was the burning flame, casting nightmarish shadows along the still untouched areas of the room. "Well, I'll admit you're a unique target Zim. Most would have given up by now or found their selves much worse off." Zerg mulls, flexing her clawed hand. Her golden eyes flare violet momentarily, her making a gesture as if she were pushing something aside, the furniture and random parchments scattered along the room immediately becoming thrust to the side of the room, cracking the wall with the force of impact. Her eyes return to their normal tone as she stops using her telekinesis, then charging at Zim, bladed hand pulled back in preparation for a fatal blow. Zim quickly rises up on his remaining mechanical spider legs, the damaged one serving for balance by pressing against a nearby wall. As Zerg comes close, he strikes the mechanical spider leg ahead of himself at the assassin in a last moment hope for survival, the assassin's claws nearly upon him.