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It has always been happening.
This isn't new.
Bloodlust
Chapter 13.
Corpsegrinder
"GIMME YA LIV-" The last bandit yelled attempting to lop Sanford's head off with a machete, only for the Demoman to slam his hook under the bastard's chin and tear the lower jaw off. The Bandit let out a few gurgles and pitiful screams before the snub revolver found itself placed on his head and the trigger was pulled.
Groaning as he flexed his back, the Nexian glanced around the bloodied street. Though the bandits had makeshift guns, the sheer number of somewhat armored and better-trained soldiers overwhelmed the Bandits with their help.
It also didn't hurt that they had a rather enthusiastic Minotaur on their side who was cleaving through them like a hot knife through butter. After a few more minutes of fighting, the street had run red with blood and bodies.
Right now the surviving Alliance Soldiers were either capturing the Bandits who surrendered or were finishing off the injured bandits with a stab through their chest or slice to the neck. Sighing, he turned towards Deimos who executed a Bandit who had been crawling away with his pistol. The techie then pulled out a cigarette and lit it with his thumb, before smirking.
"What a day, eh?"
"Ain't over yet." Sanford shook his head. "We still got the Mag to worry about."
"Right…" Deimos's mood seemed to sour. "What time is it now? Three Am? Four? It was a fun siege and all, but now I wanna go take a nap to be real with you."
"Preaching to the choir, chucklehead." Sanford chuckled. "Come on, I might be able to make some makeshift explosives from the shit those bandits carried; could be helpful against the large lug."
As they were about to go and loot the bastards they put down, distant shouting caught their attention.
"SIR DEIMOS! SIR SANFORD!" A soldier rushed; his armor dented and worn but having held. "I HAVE AN URGENT MESSAGE!"
Deimos grinned at the notion of being referred to as a 'Sir,' but lowered the grin slightly when Sanford elbowed him. When the soldier made it to the two of them, he nearly fell but managed to keep himself steady as he gasped.
"Easy pal," Sanford began. "Take a breather and tell us what's up."
"Thank you, sir…" The soldier took as few gasps before collecting himself. "W-We have a major problem. The Giant who rampaged across the city is gone!"
"Woah, woah woah!" Deimos raised his hands. "What do ya mean, 'gone'?"
"After it left the residential district it headed to the commercial district! We were still fighting Black Dogs and Orcs there when it burst through a building and began to attack everyone!"
"Yeah, we heard about that earlier…" Sanford grimaced. "How are our losses then?"
"When the beast attacked, Commander Einthir suggested we focus on freeing some more slaves and evacuate the people from the district. We lost a few good men but managed to get most civilians to safety!"
"Presto!" Deimos smiled. "Sounds good, so what's the issue?"
"Well…" the soldier glanced around nervously. After we managed to bring the people to safety we tried to go back and finish off the beast; having hoped that the Black Dogs had done most of the hard work. However, when we got there all we found were chewed up bodies and uhh…giant-shaped hole through the northern gate…"
The two nexians blinked for a few seconds.
"Oh…" Sanford said.
"Fuck…" Deimos finished.
The Mag was on the loose, and he could be anywhere now in Eostia.
Joji's Tick-Tock blasted from the speakers of the gym-like structure inside Hank's mind as he wrestled with the shadow demon in the center of it all. All the while overtly muscular caricatures of Sanford, Deimos, Jebus, and even Tricky were all watching while working out, bench pressing, doing push-ups, and even squats as a miasma of sweat surrounded them like a thick fog, decorating their gliding bodies and muscles.
Hank's arms wrapped around the demon's frame, causing the Shadow to let out a moan as Wimbleton lifted him. He then slammed him down onto the ground, the sound of flesh echoing as it hit the mattress hard.
Wimbleton then jumped on top of the Demon pinned him down using his bulging arms and stared him deep in the eyes.
"Whose the master of this body?" Hank asked cruelly, causing the Demon to struggle and groan.
"Y-You!"
"That's right! I'm the boss here! You're my little bitch!"
"Of course master!" The Demon managed to stammer out weakly. "You're wish is my command…and I'll do anything to please you…"
"Good boy." Hank chuckled.
Deimos who really was a figment of Hank's imagination turned to Imagination Sanford.
"Yo, is it just me or is all of this really …Homoerotic as fuck?"
Hank turned and pointed at Deimos.
"SHUT UP, CRACKER!" he yelled causing Deimos to scream and be atomized.
His battered body still lay there now covered in wisps of darkness dancing around his frame. As the battles outside rang deeper into the night, his body began to twitch more violently. His wounds began to close up, leaving scar tissue that had an ominous red glow in a strange runic pattern. Missing and existing teeth were regrown into a more bestial shape, as they were razor-sharp and more shark-like. Muscle started to grow and his fingernails became more claw-like as black veins became more visible beneath the pale skin.
Dark whispers echoed all across the room, and Hank's eyes shot up; as his eyes glowed menencingly.
Letting out a gasp, he shot up to his feet, frantically glancing around.
His heart was pumping, his blood was on fire and his senses were on overdrive. He could make out everything from the simplest fly landing on top of a corpse five buildings apart to the exact blade being blocked by a shield outside.
If he closed his eyes he could even visualize his surroundings just from his senses alone.
But more importantly, he felt the need to slaughter.
He felt the dark urge to carve a path through the bodies of thousands and bathe in their blood. To maim anyone crossing his path and delight in their crimson puddles like a child dancing in the rain. He wanted to fight till there was no end, to kill, to torture, and to die violently only to return and relive it all again until the heat death of the universe.
Unsheathing his blade, Hank cackled.
For tonight many would perish and not Jebus, Sanford, or even Deimos would stop him!
Alicia cut down another Black Dog by gutting him and then finishing him off by pulling her blade out via kick. Flickering her blade to clean her sword, she turned back towards the Siege, staring at the Knights who were pulling the ram towards Lardle Palace's gate.
She huffed as the Ram slammed into the gate for the first time, denting the gate once. Lardle Palace was supposed to be one of the best-defended fortresses in Eostia and the first Defense against the North. It was a mighty bulwark and could hold sieges for months to no end.
Back when she was Naiv…when she was kinder, she had hoped they could try and reason with the Black Dogs because even though Lardle Palace could have held them off she had wanted to show some goodwill to them.
After all, regardless of their betrayal, the Black Dogs DID serve faithfully for years, and to simply dismiss that service would have seemed wrong.
She spat as she thought back to her younger self…a woman she had been merely a few months ago before the rape and torment. If she had met herself back then she would have cut her down for being so…spineless.
So foolish.
"SLAUGHTER THEM ALL!" She yelled, pointing her sword towards the gate. "LET NON LIVE AND FLAY THE ONES WHO SURRENDER!"
The Ram hit the Gate again, creating another dent.
"Pathetic…" she spat; Yet even though Lardle Palace was one of the best defendable positions, the Black Dogs managed to utterly fail in holding it…
This proved something to her…something she hated admitting yet burned with passion inside her heart: The Black Dogs had always been incompetent in the grand scheme of things…
She hated to admit it because it meant the Alliance was even worse…
And in a way it was; one of the main reasons the Seven Shield had used an excess amount of Mercenaries was due to the internal policies bogging them down. Bureaucracy and the demands from factions and nobility had been the parasite feeding and harassing the nation for centuries.
After all; who was it that funded the armies, the schools, the equipment, and the farms? Who was it that refused to spend more of their fortune on Celestine's demands claiming "They would need it more" only for them to use their funds to gorge themselves on excess and degeneracy?
Of course, Celestine was too kind… too nice.
She didn't wish to harass her allies and alienate them so she was tame…passive. This meant she would rely on mercenaries to fight their battles; barely trained warriors who would be thrown at the enemy in an attempt to keep the unending tide of monsters from overtaking them…
All the while the actual troops were held back…guarding the cities and unable to truly fight. They were trained…they had the equipment and discipline but lacked the experience.
And so the Seven Shield Alliance focused on the North, hoping that mercenaries would be able to save their nation. They would have been considered heroes! They would have been rewarded and given status!
But they betrayed them…and who helped them betray them? The ones they had been lenient with…the nobles…the church. They had been caught off guard by something they never anticipated; the Black Dogs were never the true masterminds except for maybe Volt.
It had been the nobles…or rather it was those who had lived in excess wealth that had been the real master minds…the ones who were born into wealth yet never understood that it was a privilege to be born like this and also meant one had the duty to its people.
The parasites…those filthy maggots who feasted upon the Alliance and stole its lifeblood and flesh only to slowly kill it with only them profiting from the loss of their host. The Black Dogs would NEVER have been able to Beat the alliance in an invasion.
They never would have been able to beat back their armies, knights, and forts if they had been an invading force from another nation. They only did because they knew the Kingdom's weaknesses…
They had contacts all over the Alliances…from scum like Beasly sneaking them into the city and destroying one of the entrances making the sacking much easier, to Crime Families in Ansur starting riots that diverted attention from the siege.
But by themselves? With no aid? No knowledge of their enemy?
They were a small fry.
She walked towards her army of knights; a few thousand soldiers fully fitted in plate armor as they stood proud and built a shield wall, with their spears up and tower shields blocking any attack.
"WARRIORS OF FEOH!" She shouted, dry blood still clinging to her exposed armor and skin. "TONIGHT WE RETAKE OUR HOME! WE RETAKE OUR DESTINY! THE TRAITORS WILL PAY TENFOLD AND WE WILL STRIKE THEIR NAMES FROM THE ANNALS OF HISTORY! WHEN THE SUN DAWNS I PROMISE YOU; FEOH WILL BE BACK IN THE HANDS OF THE ALLIANCE AND THE TYRANNY SHALL BE STRUCK DOWN!"
The soldiers began to chant, slamming their spears onto the ground while letting out an orchestra of 'uras' that echoed through the knight. Their blood was burning, and their fury was as thick as their armor. There would be no survivors tonight.
"SONS AND DAUGHERS OF FEOH!" She yelled and pointed her sword at the gate. "FASTEN YOUR ARMOR AND SHINE YOUR BLADES! FOR TONIGHT WE SHALL PUT DOWN SOME RABID DOGS!"
And so the Ram hit the gate again, finally cracking the door.
Splinters flew and as the Ram's bassy head peaked out of the broken gate; one more hit and they would be able to enter the Palace. John sneered from the back, overseeing the suckers who would buy him time for his extraction. Of course, they didn't know that, but some things were best left unsaid. As far as they knew, he would help them escape.
He never said he would help them, only telling them what to do. People under pressure were the easiest to manipulate; he should know since he was just like them a few years ago…
"GREENSKINS! GET READY!" The Sheriff yelled at the first line of defense; almost every single Orc he had been able to muster which were wearing armor and wielding tower shields. The next line would be made up of infantry also armed with shields and blades, with only the furthest line holding spears.
At the very back and on elevated positions were the Archers and Crossbowmen who all held their weapons and pointed to the gate.
"STEADY PARTNERS!" Smith shouted. " THEM SONS OF BITCHES BOUT TO BREACH!"
On cue, the ram slammed into the gate once more and the gate fell apart. "CHARGE!" a feminine voice howled from the other side behind a massive line of dust and knights. "FOR FEOH AND THE ALLIANCE!"
"ORCS!" Sheriff responded. "GIT EM!"
Letting out a monstrous war cry the Orcs charged head first into the army, their massive size and armor protecting them from the spears and they smacked their enemy Knights away with their mighty maces. They kept going for a few seconds, carving their way through the shield line.
However, their armor wasn't the same type as the Bulldog Knights of Ur and was merely scrap that gave minor protection. And so when the Knights retaliated with their spears and arrows, the Orcs ended up falling one by one.
"Well so much for those suckers…" Smith smacked his lips. "ARCHERS, DROP A VOLLEY ON THOSE SUCKERS!"
Before the Feohian Knighst had time to resume their charge, the Black Dog Archers loosened and the sky darkened as hundreds of arrows and bolts flew in the Invading Army's direction. Though most knights managed to hastily block their arrows or were protected by their armor, every 5th knight was struck down and either was gravely injured or flatlined.
"RELOAD!" the Sheriff smirked. "SPEARMEN! GO GIVE EM HELL!"
"FOR VOLT!" Several Black Dogs yelled and blindly charged forward with their shields and spears. Catching the Feohians still recovering they hit them hard, managing to cut down the first line of knights down.
"Well, I'll be damned." Smith chuckled. "A little bit of fire under their asses and they work like a well-oiled machine."
The enthusiasm however died down when not thirty seconds later the second line of Knights, now furious at the death of their comrades and recovered used their superior training and equipment to counter the Black Dogs and eliminate most spearmen.
"Shucks." The sheriff turned towards the Archers. "ALRIGHT, ANOTHER VOLLEY!"
"But, there's still some of our guys the"
"DON'T CARE!" Sheriff yelled back. "THEY'RE FUCKED EITHER DAY! TAKE DOWN THE KNIGHTS!"
Hesitating for only a second, the Archers nodded and loosed.
Too busy dealing with the Black Dogs at the gate, most Knights were not able to prepare for the arrows and took the full brunt of the attack. Though half of the Knights survived, the rest of the attacking Dogs and other Knights did not, joining the pile of corpses building up.
"BASTARDS!" the same female voice yelled from outside.
"ALRIGHT PALS!" Sheriff grinned and pointed at the gate. "SECOND LINE, FUCK EM UP!"
Though not armed with spears, the Black Dogs charged forward letting out a series of battle crys. The Knights on the other side, let out their own and also charged forward, weapons drawn and fury clear. The two armies clashed in the entrance of the courtyard as the symphony of screams, blades clashing and the horrors of war rang through the night. Shreiff smirked and pulled out a lever-action Winchester Model 1895.
"ALRIGHT BOYS!" He glanced at the archers. "CHOOSE YOUR TARGETS AND FIRE AT WILL! I'LL BE JOINING THIS HUNT, YEE HAAWWWW!"
Flipping it up and started gunning down the most armored knights, usually going for headshots before reloading as quickly as he could. In the back of his mind, he counted the minutes flying by, anxious for anyone to arrive.
As he was about to switch Targets the ground rumbled and one of the towers collapsed in on itself. Several warriors were distracted for a second, not sure which side of the battle caused this. A second later there was an explosion and an Armored figure with a halo floating over his head were flung out.
Jebus managed to slow his fall by slamming his sword on the ground. Red eyes glared beneath his Sunglasses, as he raised his head, wiping some blood off his bleeding scalp. His entire armor was scorched and worn, with the helmet having been destroyed somewhere. Looking up to the hole in the wall where he had been thrown out, flames spewed out and two red orbs still glared from behind the flames as Deppy stepped out, its gun-arm configured into that of a shotgun.
"INITIATING TAUNT 36898: You're as sharp as a rubber ball."
A laugh track boomed from its speaker before it began unloading the shotgun rounds in Jebus's direction. Christoff raised his hand and used the nexus shield to block the shells, however, due to his low energy couldn't raise a full shield and had some scraps hitting his armor. As he pushed it back towards Deppy, the shells slammed into the robot but only scraped some of the black paint scheme.
"RESISTANCE IS FUTILE."
Slowly the Robot marched Towards Jebus its gun configuring back into a buzzsaw as it the Savior hefted his sword up, ready to start cutting. Some nearby Knights who saw Jebus injured let out a warcry and charged at deppy with their swords raised in the air.
The Robot's eyes shifted.
"THREAT DETECTED!"
In an instant, a tube sprung out of its left shoulder that had a laser attached to it. A beeping noise echoed before a rocket shot out of it and slammed into the three knights; blowing them to gibs. At the same time, the explosion caused a shockwave that made most people fall and shook the palace.
Her vision blurred and her ears hurt.
Though blinking all she could make out shapes in the dark, as though she was drowning in a deep lake. The ringing in her ears didn't help things and only disoriented her further. After losing their first line, Alica stormed forward with her army; intending to finish this as fast as possible. The Dogs showed a surprising amount of tactics out of a sudden, and something in the back of her mind told her that it was fishy.
Lo and behold when they finally broke through and entered the battle-ridden courtyard she saw him; a Nexian like the four that aided them, but different. He wore a strange leather coat, and a large hat with a golden star on it, and wielded a strange rifle using a lever.
She didn't know who he was, and why he was fighting her knights, but all she knew was that her vision had gone red and she had prepared to attack the cur. However, the situation changed.
The Eastern tower exploded, Sir Christoff was flung out and a mechanical monster that gave them all a cold calculated glare stepped out. Three of her bravest warriors charged and were annihilated on the spot.
The explosion shook the earth and now alongside most she was on the ground, groaning and in agony as her senses were slowly coming back. At first, all she could make out between the strange slurred voices around her were dots in her vision.
Then she felt two armored hands grabbing her by her shoulders and dragging her away. She felt a faint wave of panic and disgust expecting the hands to grope her, but instead, all he fears began to dwindle when her vision slowly cleared to reveal Sir Christoff and one of her Knights dragging her away.
When he noticed she was coming too, Jebediah's golden halo glowed for just a second, and the next thing she knew her body felt invigorated. Her vision and earrings adjusted instantly and her eyes widened as she rose back up, gasping.
"What the…" She began, frantically glancing towards one of the Knights.
"My Queen! You're alright!"
"Status report!" Alicia coldly interrupted and tried her best to stand back up.
"Err, The Black Dogs are almost down…unfortunatly however our newcomer is thinning our numbers!"
Her head snapped towards where she had been dragged off, and what she witnessed made her heart drop. A pool of blood surrounded the being at the center, his arms configured into buzzsaws as it sliced through her knights as though they were made of butter. Soldiers in suits of full steel plate were reduced into piles of flesh as it carved through them, splattering blood and guts all over its metallic frame.
Her knights fought on bravely; they did not cower or run but truly attempted to fight the metal monster. But it was no use and one by one they were being slaughtered, burned, or torn apart.
"W-What is that thing?!" She yelled.
"Killer Robot." Christoff strode next to her, his Sword drawn. He then pointed at the Sheriff who was cheering his Robot on. "This is the Sheriff, he used to be an acquaintance of mine, but foolishly believes he could try to make a power play by helping the Black Dogs and then betraying them in an attempt to gain power."
"So he's a snake…" Alica snarled.
"Precisely." Jebus hefted the blade over himself. "I suggest you try to take care of him; his Deputy is too powerful and has abilities to counter my Halo usage. The Sheriff is a coward by dangerous. Do not underestimate him, for a cornered animal is as dangerous as a wounded one."
"I see." she frowned. "Where is that bastard, Wimbleton? Why is he not with you?"
"Hank attempted to fight the Deputy," Jebus smirked slightly. "And he paid the price."
"Hmpf." Alice drew her blade. "Shame…I was hoping to punish him for defying my Orders."
"Careful Queen." Jebus glanced at her. "Though I detest Wimbleton, I highly suggest not underestimating him…"
"I know…" Alica stared downwards, her hands turning into fists. "But he ruined everything…"
Jebus didn't reply, for he did not believe she would like his answer. He didn't like it either, but if he had to be without bias, then he would admit that Hank's plan succeeded and only the fact that Sheriff was here to derail things was at fault for their current situation…
Instead, he charged passed her, his sword drawn and letting out a battle cry.
Deppy had raised his arm and let the buzzsaw spin as one of the downed Knights raised his arm in a display of mercy. As the saw came down, however, Jebus's binary blade blocked it, causing sparks to shower around him. Jebus merely glanced at the Knight for a second.
"Go!"
Nodding the Knight crawled away, leaving Jebus and Deppy to duke it out. Jebus raised his other arm and let a blast of nexus energy slam into the Robot. Deppy took the full brunt of the attack and was tossed away, letting out a few beeps and blurts as it was thrown away. When it stood back up, red eyes pierced the darkness and zeroed in on Jebus.
"NEXUS USAGE DETECTED: COUNTERMEASURES DEPLOYED"
Another bolt was flung and Jebus managed to deflect the anti-nexus bolt from weakening him by deflecting it with his blade. He then rushed forward and slashed his sword at Deppy, which the robot blocked by turning his left arm into a riot shield. The Deputy let out a mechanical screech of sorts before configuring his other arm into a flame thrower and letting out a stream in Jebus's direction.
As the Savior dodged the flames, on the other side of the courtyard John let out a series of swears as he reloaded his rifle and took aim at Jebus.
"Hasta-La-Vista, Christoff." he snarked as his finger pressed on the trigger. He wasn't able to take the shot, however, as Alica's blade swung in his direction causing him to duck as her blade kissed the top of his hat.
"DAD GUM IT!" Sheriff yelled as he rose back up and caressed the spot where her blade cut his hat. "That's mah favorite hat! Why ya slimy snake!"
"Snake?!" Alica growled. "The only snake I see is you; he would side with rapists and monsters!"
"Oh please!" The Sheriff twirled his rifle back in his back. "I only sided with them bastards cause of the benefits; I overestimated them considering I'm fixin' to leave this shithole."
"And a coward…" Alica's stare was Ice. "Of course someone as treasonous as you would side with the Dogs…"
"Well, I prefer to say that my loyalty's flexible." He smirked, which then turned into a sneer. "Cause last time I was loyal to a cause I ended up with lead through the dome. Still, at least I'm not as slimy as your buddy Jeacon…"
Glass shattered.
Though battle and screams echoed all around her, she had fought for the past few hours and felt the pain from both her aching muscles and some injuries she had taken, the words the Sheriff had said stung harder than any blade.
"W-What…"
"I mean really?" John chuckled. "Ya think someone in your little resistance outfit would have figured it out, ya know? I mean I know ya nobles tend to have confusing alliances and all, but come on! Pretty sure everyone knew about how house Petial had close ties to Beasley."
A scowl spread on Alicia's face.
"N-No! NO! YOUR LYING!"
"Look, Miss." Sheriff raised his hands in mock surrender. "Normally you'd probably be onto something; however considering I've literally got nothing to lose and how fucked the Black Dogs are, might as well expose their dirty little secrets."
His head turned towards his arm for a second and he glanced at the ACE he was holding. A fine smirk formed and he turned back to her.
"Besides, throwing him under the bus may save my ass in the future ya know!" Sheriff smacked his lips. "Especially since I was only here to Americanize this place. Jeacon though? Oh boy, now he was gross. Kept talking and hollering about how he'd only help Beasley if he gave you to him; After all, with Volt havin' bitten the dust and no one else to lead the Black Dogs, it made sense that Beasly would try and lead em! And with no Volt around ment, Beasly could also get his spoils! "
"I mean why would he still need 'spoiled princess harlot' when he can get the 'goddess' as a trophy? So getting that scumbag Jeacon to work with him with the promise of you as his wife was easy as pie."
Alica's breathing hitched and her body felt cold.
She hadn't known Jeacon for long…however, he had seemed like her greatest supporter. He urged her to fight honorably to reclaim Feoh, He also tried to comfort her, tried to almost build her confidence…perhaps in her weakness surrounded by people like Hank or those who seemed to doubt her like Drachis, she had latched onto him.
Was it all a lie? A farce?
Another traitor stabbing her in the back at her weakest? Whom could she trust? Was Drachis also an agent for the Black Dogs? Was Lady Alma also a traitor? Were Jebediah and Hank?
As her thoughts gathered, however, they were interrupted by an odd sound in the distance. She blinked a few times and then her eyes narrowed as she glanced up towards the Horizon. Thereupon the moon, she could make out three large shapes getting closer by the second as they were followed by quickened flapping.
Two of the shapes were the same size; large enough to compare to a dragon but nothing like the one in the center which made the two other shapes dwarf in comparison.
"What the…."
The flapping got louder and louder causing even the few combatants to look up; confusion and slight dread creeping into their hearts. Alica snapped back towards the Sheriff who was grinning.
"Well looks like my boys finally arrived…" he shook his head smirking. "Probably should have called them in instead of getting wrapped up in this Ponzi scheme. Oh well…"
"Y-You…" Alicia began but couldn't put anything into words, still reeling from John's revelation. "Y-You were stalling…"
"I was!" He grinned. "Wasn't lying though; Jeacon's ya real traitor and I killed Beasley. The Dogs were useful but stopped when Hank and Jeb arrived. So here's how it's gonna go; I'm leaving this shithole, ya get your kingdom back, and we call it even. Ya try to fight and I have my boys blast ya all apart and then I'm leaving; it's yer choice."
"YOU SCUMBAG!" Blind rage filled her heart and Arcturus didn't hesitate for a second to charge at John with her Blade. The Sheriff managed to duck under the swing before sending a kick to her shin. There was no pain but Alicia was destabilized and fell backward, giving Sheriff enough time to pull out his six-shooter.
Alicia had only a second to see the gun pointed at her; she barely understood the weapons but from what she'd seen Hank and the others do with them, she understood what would happen to her next. So she rolled to the side, barely missing the bullets as Sheriff let out four shots. She managed to rise back to her feet but had to duck as two more shots were fired. The first missed but the second grazed her cheek, causing her to yelp and clutch her wound.
John was reloading and Alicia used that time to take a swing at him. The Nexian's cross widened for a moment before he sidestepped the attack, causing him to drop his pistol in panic.
Alicia raised her blade for a follow-up but stopped when the flapping became not just incredibly loud but wind cast from all directions. She looked up and her eyes widened as she gazed upon the three metal vehicles surrounding her.
Unbeknownst to her, these were two Huey's and a Chinook Helicopter; painted in black with the words MERC written on the side in bright Orange. Several hatches opened and ropes were flung out; followed by MERCs themselves.
Most of them were nexians in rust-colored camo-uniforms with ballistic vests over their bodies and had their face covered by balaclavas. They were armed with SMGs like Stenguns and M3 Grease Guns, with a few carrying the odd AK or AR-15.
"What a shame." Sheriff chuckled. "Ya should have wisen up by now."
Several MERCs took combat positions and started taking shots at both Knights and leftover Black Dogs while covered by Sniper support from the Hueys.
"Ya can't win this!" John laughed. "Jeb might have been able to fight off Deppy, but he's gonna be overwhelmed by my boys, I got three choppers and I got firepower! And the best part? Hanks fuckin dead!"
Glass Shattered again; however this time it wasn't a metaphorical reflection of Alica's mind. Shards of glass danced in the moonlight as a dark figure dashed through a nearby window toward one of the Hueys. A line of red cut through the night and a second later there was fire as the Huey was cut into two. Panicked screams echoed through the speakers in the other Helicopters as it crashed into the city as a flaming wreck.
All eyes turned to the lone figure responsible for this; standing on top of one of the towers, his blade hanging from his shoulder as crimson eyes glowed in the dark. Maskless the lip-less and jawless sight of Hank was a horrific one, but with the dancing shadows around his body, it made him look as though he was a demon grinning.
"I'M FUCKING BACK BITCHES!" Hank howled into the night, his voice filled with macabre glee at the upcoming slaughter.
"OPEN FIRE!" One of the MERCs said as he pointed at the shadowy form of Hank standing over them all. One of the Snipers in the other Huey aimed the Ninja and pulled the trigger. .50 BMG flew through the air at a speed that no normal human could trace; carrying with it was the power to create a temporary wound cavity LARGER than the average adult male human's torso.
By all accounts, Hank should have been torn into a pile of gore in that very instant.
Instead, however, at the nano-second that the bullet would hit its target, Hank pulled out his blade and deflected the bullet back at the Huey. A shock wave blew the tower he stood over apart as the stonework could not handle the sheer force behind it all. The .50 BMG that had been reflected, sped towards the propeller of the Huey causing it to break.
All of this took place in less than a second; to most, it seemed as though the Sniper had tried to shoot at Hank and instead the bullet turned and hit the Helicopter all while the Tower collapsed. The only two individuals who managed to comprehend the entire scene were Jebus and Deppy who only did so due to the Halo and the Robot's advanced calculating system.
"SHIT WE'RE GOING DOWN!" The Pilot screamed as panicked screams and warning signals blared into his ears as he attempted to stabilize the ride. Unfortunately for the MERCs the Huey spun a few times out of control and ended up exploding a bit further from the Palace as it slammed into the Church tower where Jebus had been sniping earlier.
"The earth is thirsty!" Hank howled and jumped off, zeroing in on some of the MERCS who opened fire on the Assassin. Hank's blade became almost invisible as it started to reflect all the incoming shots; making him look less like a humanoid and more like a mass of darkness with two glowing scarlet eyes.
Said mass then dashed forward and swung his sword in a single line as he passed several Mercs on his way. A second later ten Mercs were cut through the middle causing their torsos to go flying and their lower bodies became blood fountains, spraying red all over the place.
Hank's eyes scanned the area until he found his target; the Sheriff.
Letting out some animalistic scream, Hank rushed forward, his sword up and ready to carve the flesh of the unworthy. However just as he was close enough to taste John's blood, Deppy rushed in and blocked the swing. Another shockwave shook the courtyard causing most to fall to their knees.
Red on Red glared as the shielded arm twitched and sparked slightly from Hank's swing. The Assassin then glared and shadow stepped behind Deppy before slashing at the robot's frame. The sheer force behind the swing caused the metal to bubble a boil as Hank's katana cut through the armor searing the metal and leaving the cut glowing hot.
"ERROR; CRITICAL DAMAGE SUSTAINED!" Deppy managed to spark out while clutching his "wound". Hank sent another swing, which Deppy blocked via his buzzsaw, causing sparks to fly that lit up the night. The two broke off their scuffle and each took a step back as they eyed each other.
"REIVALUATING TARGET: COMBAT PROWESS HAS RISEN BY 200%. NO NEXUS USAGE DETECTED. RESULTS; INCONCLUSIVE!"
"I'll give ya results you fuckin scrap heap…" Hank grinned before cackling.
Almost instantly the assassin rushed back forward going for a lower swing, that Deppy countered. However what Deppy was unable to block was the fact that what he had blocked was Hank's afterimage, as Hank sent a few more swings toward the Robot; cutting his right arm off and breaking apart a few more plating.
Deppy nearly fell backward for a second; most of his frame having been damaged exposing the wiring and endoskeleton as sparks flew and smoke emanated from his body.
"UNIT'S CURRENT STATE; CRITICAL. EMPLOYING EMERGENCY SUBROUTINS."
Deppy lifted his left arm and it began to shift into a four-barreled missile launcher. Four HEAT missiles were already armed in it and a second later deployed as they all shot toward Hank. Instead of dodging, ducking, or even charging forward, Hank stood his ground but slouched slightly forward. Then four shadow-like hands jumped from his back and grabbed the Missles mid-flight and proceeded to throw them back at the Robot.
The explosion that followed could be heard for miles as a small sun manifested at the center of the courtyard for just one second. Deppy's broken and destroyed frame was flung towards a wall; smoldering and scrapped as most of his limbs were torn asunder; the only thing still "intact" was the torso and head which were currently burning.
"E-E-ERROR, DAMAGE SUSTAINED, I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS"
The light shining from his right eye barely shone and dimmed up and down as it twitched on the ground. Looming over the machine, Hank let out a maniacal laugh as dark flames danced around his frame. It was the only sound besides the flapping of the Chinook's propeller that could be heard as Jebus, Alica, John, and the rest of the survivors; Knights or Black Dogs could only stare aghast.
Hank was already a terrifying individual to most people; he was the red-eyed demon of Nevada, the slaughterer of Boulder City, the bloodletter of the dunes. His mere presence brought terror and nervousness to most.
But now?
With strange new powers? With horrendous might and horrific joy at the carnage, he brought upon?
He has become a walking nightmare…
For a moment, no one said a thing as they could only stare at Hank, who was still cackling madly. Then Jebus was the first one who decided to take a step forward, careful to not make a sound and not to seem too sudden.
It didn't help one bit, as Hank's head snapped in Christoff's direction making a cracking snap at the same time; crimson glowing balls staring right into Jebediah's soul
"JEBBY YA BALD FUCK! THERE YA ARE!" Hank grinned and spread his arms. "WHERE TH FUCK WERE YA PAL?! ARE YA TRYING TO MISS THIS MAJESTIC FIESTA?!"
That…wasn't the response Christoff expected. Oh, he expected the swearing and being referred to as Bald…but the tone didn't sound hostile.
He didn't like that.
"Wimbleton…are you alright?" Christoff asked, taking another step forward.
"ALRIGHT?! ALRIGHT?! I'M FEELING FUCKING FANTASTIC JEBSY! I FEEL LIKE I CAN TAKE ON THE WORLD BABY! WHOSE THE MAN? I'M THE MAN! I'M THE MAIN MAN! I'M THE BIGGEST AND BRIGHTEST, THE ALPHA AND OMEGA JEBSTON! I AM THE MOTHERFUCKING MAN!"
"Why are you giving me these names…" Jebus asked only for Hank to stride forward and inch uncomfortably close to the Savior.
"I MEAN WHY WOULDN'T I! CAN YA SMELL IT JEFFRY? CAN YOU FUCKING SMELL WHATS COOKING?!"
"...Are you high?"
"I SURE FUCKING AM! I AM HIGH ON LIFE BABY! AND WHY WOULDN'T I?! I CAN FUCKING SMELL IT!"
Jebus's hand inched to the Judge, but he made no sudden moves; he just wanted to be ready.
"And what exactly is that?"
"WHAT ELSE?! THE BLOODSHED! THE CARNAGE! THE BATTLE! THE FUCKING WAR! ITS FANTASTIC JEBIRUS SERIOUS!"
He teleported forward, Jebus wanted to pull out the Judge but a clawed hand grabbed his tightly and pressed with a force that caused Jebus to let go. Christoff was about to glare and use some powers from his Halo to use a disintegration beam from his eyes; but when he stared into Hank's eyes a chill ran down his spine.
He could feel the sheer BLOODLUST emanating off the assassin; it was as though he stood in a desert made of fresh corpses that turned into an endless mass of flesh and blood boiling and screaming as they burned in the fires of battle and murder.
"DON'T YOU GET IT JEBIMUS PRIMUS! I FUCKING LOVE WAR! I WANT TO FUCKING KILL PEOPLE FOR MONEY AND DESTROY CULTURES AND HISTORY JEBS!"
Jebus knew something was deeply wrong.
Hank was a Monster, a demon, a Fiend.
All of what he had just proclaimed felt like Hank's MO; To Jebediah, this was Hank fully admitting to the world his vices, and all of that fit with the way the Psychopath acted.
The issue is that Hank admitted to it.
Wimbleton might crack a joke, might insult and harass people…but he was usually reserved. He didn't act this unhinged, this crazed….
The way Hank was acting reminded Christoff more of Hofnarr…
However just as Hank's Mania seemed to be reaching some sort of boiling point, his grin dropped and his face started to sink. It was as though someone had pulled the plug from a toaster, as the shadow and flames seemed to wash off his body revealing his previously injured state, though with most bleeding having stopped.
The Assassin slouched for a second and blinked a few times.
"Huh that's weird," Hank said, his voice seemingly having returned to normal. "It's not my bedtime."
This was then followed by the jawless nexian tumbling forward and slapping the ground like a slice of cheese. For a few seconds, no one said anything, as they just stared at the slumbering Hank agape. Then Jebus sighed and turned toward where Alica and Sheriff had been standing.
"Now then John lets end"
But stopped when he noticed John wasn't standing where he was. Alica turned and realized this too, frantically looking around.
"Wait?! Where did he go-"
"AHAHAHA, SUCKERS!" the Sheriff's voice cut through from above them. While everyone had been distracted by Hank's tirade, John snuck off towards the Chinook's rope and climbed up. As they glanced up they saw Smith grinning and holding an RPG 7 in one arm.
"I'd way it was a pleasure to meet y'all." Sheriff grinned. "But that would be lying! DEPPY GET YOUR ASS ON BOARD!"
On command, Deppy's head detached from his broken body and shot up like a rocket toward the Chinook. One of the MERCs tried to capture it but only ended up with a metallic head slamming and sticking onto him, killing the thug instantly. Sheriff shrugged and then aimed at the group.
"Time to pour on the fire and call in the dogs! YEAAAAAAAHAW!"
The trigger was pulled and the rocket flew. The knights in panic began to flee and Alica raised her shield in a futile attempt to block the explosion. However using powers from his Halo, Jebus raised a glowing red shield to shelter everyone as the rocket slammed into it and exploded. Nexus energy burned Jebus for a few seconds but the shield held.
When the air cleared and the people recovered, the Chinook was flying on the horizon, slowly becoming smaller and smaller as the sun began to rise.
Alright then, another year another chapter, this one rather late.
Gotta apologize for that; the last few days and weeks have been...difficult. See normally I write my chapters a few months in advance and look over them with Spirit and others. I had a lot of plans for this but...honestly?
I didn't want to write this chapter.
Why? Because of some issues with the Madness Community in general. I...I was a huge fan of Madness Combat, I've been a fan all the way from around 2009 till now. I've seen this fandom grow and wane, I've met some of the community's champions and even chatted with Krinkles himself. Hell I cosplayed as Hank back in 2019 at a Comic Con! I even documented it with CRM and people urged me to get drunk there and do funny stuff! I used to LOVE this community! The People I met man!
But fuck me, this community has turned into an actual cesspit! One group is made of of the edgiest of assholes you'll find online with a superiority complex so fucking high, Narcissus himself would tell these people to chill the fuck down. One group is made of of actual degenerates ranging from Pedophiles to Zoophiles, and I KNEW some of those people! Imagine waking up one morning and finding out the guy you were sharing memes with one night ago decided to hit on a 13-year-old! Jesus fucking christ! And then there's the other part of the fandom made up of Shippers and FNF fans. I don't even hate FNF, the creators are funny guys and it bleeds Newgrounds edge, especially in the comics they did (like the GF abortion one lmao) but HOLY FUCKING SHIT the Fandom makes my chin recede by the sheer amount of cringe it produces.
And because of the Tricky mod, it's latched on to Madness Combat, and now imagine these three groups trying to get along.
So yeah I've basically cut myself off, or rather I'm basically waiting for it all to blow over. It might take a few years but I'd rather return to the Madness Community when it got its shit together and the fuckos left instead. Been hanging in the Elder Scrolls and Bionicle Fandom which are SO much more chill. Like holy fuck it's goddamn night and day I tell ya waht.
Does that mean the fics dead? Nah I'm still updating yearly. It's just...you might have noticed that this chapter wasn't up to the usual standard. Truth is I wanted to get it done so I can work back on Wasteland Soul, The Oblivion Fic, and a Bionicle thing I've started INCLUDING my Novel...a Novel which I've had to start from scratch cause fuck me the original concept didn't stick imo.
It also didn't help that the past few days I had a bunch of shit flung my way from a relative having an emergency, me having to take a plane across half the world and then having to deal with a friend who had a uhh incident.
So again, Sorry if this chapter is poopy; I might write a sort of epilogue to the Act to flesh a few things out.
But hey here's a positive! WE'RE FINALLY OUTTA FEOH! So next arc is gonna be THE TRICKYLAND ARC! Hope yall excited cause goddamn I've been waiting for that arc for the longest time!
Anyway onto comments!
nquangminh199: Based and Mount and Blade-pilled. Probably not, but she's definitely gonna be more unhinged
Super heavy weapons guy: Glad to hear! Hopefully, this chapter wasn't too bad!
nantono: I can confirm that Doc is planned to be added, he was supposed to even make a Camo in this chapter but since I basically rushed through it all I'll add his scene in the epilogue. Also I did put a gabriel reference, he's a member of the AAA here.
Mancubye: Yeah, though at least I've been getting back on g1. Got the GWP this year and earlier I bought a Takanuva from bricklink. Takanuva was always my favorite toa alongside Jaller so I always wanted to get him but couldn't. So getting him all these years later?...feels good man.
Fannofikku: Yes.
MysticSpider: Hey man, Billy was a Legend; we respect the classics here.
Hunger Man: Celestine...is weird. She's kind, respectful, shy and I do think she has the best intentions...the problem is that she's both incredibly naive and completely incompetent. I mean from what I've understood due to the VN and other sources the main reason they had to rely on Mercenaries was due to the Chruch and Nobility not wanting to fund the war anymore...the CHURCH WHO WORSHIPS HER REFUSES TO FUND HER FUCKING WAR. And she just goes with it?! Like HOLY FUCK, I'm all for belevolant gods but sometimes you just gotta OLD TESTAMENT on a motherfucker and remind him WHO YOU FUCKING ARE. My goal is to make it clear that she's really nice and all but WAY too trusting and WAY too kind for her own good.
Also she's a dumb fucking elf so bullying Leaflovers is always fun, lmao.
Poundweed: Glad to hear; I know that "LE REFERENCE = FUNNY!" is an overused trope and peak millennial cringe writing but I'm happy to hear that its not too bad.
Guest 1: My fics in general are like this; I upload chapters when I get enough of them done, then I publish each chapter every 2 days, giving me time to look them once more before posting and also change any last details I might not like.
Guest 2: Maybe, but I have more respect to Perseus at this point than fucking Cethic "Yo where the dog at".
MTM: Huh! Didn't even notice! Nice!
Guest 3: The trailer was amazing! And I think they only added the tanktop because they probably realized how weird it would look. I mean in Krinkle's old art Sanford is shirtless so that's what I based him off. And glad to hear you like the Nexian thing; I wanted a neat middle ground between the grunts and humans since making them full humans would be kinda weird.
ZINGNIZE-Fan: Tick-tock Heavy like a Brinks truck Looking like I'm tip-top Shining like a wristwatch Time will grab your wrist Lock it down 'til the thing pop Can you stick around for a minute 'til the ring stop? Please, God. Tick-tock Heavy like a Brinks truck Looking like I'm tip-top Shining like a wristwatch Time will grab your wrist Lock it down 'til the thing pop Can you stick around for a minute 'til the ring stop? Please, God
your-other-uncle: Mods! Crush his Skull!
heavyupdatewhen: Thanks! Sorry for being late.
Mancubye (again): WRONG! (Again sorry.)
Anyway see ya all next time. Gonna go eat my birthday cake now.
