Zorin took a step backward as she watched Sinister knock the Iscariot paladin through a wall with minimal effort and then start toward them. "Just vat the hell is he?" She wondered aloud as she adjusted her grip on her scythe.
"…" The Captain didn't reply. Instead he leveled his Mauser C96 at Sinister's head and emptied an entire clip into the homunculus' mask. Sinister's head snapped back as the bullets punched through his skull.
"Is that the best you can do?" Sinister taunted as his head snapped back into place. The bullet holes vanished from his head as he swung his gigantic knife at Zorin & the Captain, forcing them to jump back. He pointed his left index finger at Zorin and it morphed into a large gun barrel identical to the Captain's Mauser C96. Black bursts of energy began shooting of the barrel at Zorin, mimicking the gun until it continued firing after a normal pistol would have ran out of ammunition.
"Vhat the hell?" Zorin yelled as she dodged the blasts. She swung her scythe and chopped off the gun hand with ease and followed up by decapitating Sinister's head. She landed behind the homunculus and was about to turn around when a bayonet appeared in front of her Adam's apple. "Well shit…" She muttered as Anderson stepped out of the hole in the wall.
"Pathetic," Anderson muttered as another bayonet appeared in his free hand.
"Agreed," Sinister commented with a laugh as his masked head and arm regenerated. The homunculus swung the gigantic knife backward toward Anderson and Zorin. Anderson jumped over Zorin and dodged the attack, but Zorin wasn't so lucky. The knife sliced deep into her right shoulder and knocked her through the wall opposite the hole Anderson had created earlier.
"Stupid Nazis," Sinister cackled as he watched Anderson turn around, his hands full of bayonets. "Can't even kill another midian properly, eh?"
"Aye," Anderson said and hurled thirty bayonets into Sinister's body, turning the homunculus into a walking pincushion. The huge homunculus toppled backward and let out a hiss as the blessed bayonets cut into its body. Anderson stabbed at Sinister's head with two more bayonets and impaled the homunuclus' masked head with the blessed blades.
"Captain! Lieutenant!" The Major's voice shouted over the comm system, "Alucard has arrived! He's in the hangar!"
The Captain's eyes visibly widened. The werewolf turned and took off down the hall, followed by Zorin moments later. They left a bleeding homunculus and a momentarily confused Alexander Anderson behind them, the latter of which took off right behind them, eager to sink his blades into the Nosferatu.
"Why'd you have to go and ruin my fun Hubris?" Sinister asked once Anderson was out of earshot. The homunculus continued to lay on his back as the fourteen foot tall and oldest of the homunculi rose from the shadows.
"We've got bigger fish to fry than an insignificant priest, a werewolf and a vampire with the power to cast illusions," Hubris retorted coolly as the blessed blades sunk into Sinister's skin. The smaller homunculus rose to his feet, completely regenerated.
"Let me guess," Sinister snorted, "Avarice needs us to pull his ass out of the proverbial fire again?" He shook his head in disgust. "Well, at least we get to watch someone else save his ungrateful ass."
Author's Note: Apologies for the lateness, I've been suffering from writer's block so I can't give a good estimate as to when the next chapter will be. Oh and I'm glad to know that everyone loves to hate Avarice, and no, he's not dead yet….unfortunately.