[center][h1]Necro - Denver Alleys[/h1][/center]

The sound of struggle ensued as Necro observed with several big goons against this young man he was sure that he was dead. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, he was short on good corpses and he would make an excellent one if the goons didn't go overboard. As the struggle escalated he heard one of the goons refer to himself as "Murderface" which just sounded sad, like an insecure teen trying to think of a tough name. He pulled the bone motorcycle helmet over his head and re-shaped it into the skull mask he normally used, which also made him think how lame of a gimmick it was. Necro poked his head out again to watch and the kid was doing well, totally unscathed, considering his circumstances would mean parahuman. [color=lightcoral]"So much for that"[/color] Necro whispered to nobody in particular. Frank the zombie glanced out from behind the corner as well, [color=SlateBlue]"shouldn't we do somethin' boss? kid looks in trouble"[/color]

Necro looked up at frank, [color=lightcoral]"Yeah, probably."[/color] but he didnt direct his zombies to do anything so they stood idle with him. The fight continued and this kid yelling about evil, scum of the earth. Necro had to smile at that, he was no farther than a dozen yards from someone who uses corpses to do the heavy lifting. Now one man was laying on the ground with a shattered hip, incredibly painful but not life threatening at all. Then however a gun went off, Necro wasn't sure about how the kids powers worked but he knew guns where still a great equalizer. If you didnt have a suit of armor or steel for skin, bullets would kill you just as dead regardless how many trains you could lift. He directed his zombies to come up on the scene from the shadows, while they where not actually very stealthy the battle was plenty of a distraction for them to get closer. They sprang into action a few yards from the fight, just as someone else shouted into the group. [color=lightcoral]"Damn it!"[/color] hissed Necro coming to a halt next to the guy with a broken hip. He didnt hear what was said but it was a less than helpful change of situation. He instantly directed Derron to investigate the voice, while Frank blew by the indestructible kid and tackled the guy with a knife. The zombie's bulk and super charged strength easily taking him to ground, with a pair of quick strikes from frank bashing the goons head against the concrete. Necro instantly knew the man was dead and could feel his corpse, if nothing else he had a third body if this became another brawl. 

He knelt down, ignoring the kid with the crowbar, next to the guy with a broken hip. [color=lightcoral]"Will you shut up! you are not going to die. you have a fractured hip and possibly a cracked femur, but the kid doenst look strong enough to break that."[/color] he said at the guy in agony clutching his hip. Looking straight past Zach [color=lightcoral]"Frank, come pick this guy up we will need to get him to a hospital. I can't fix these bones without a surgical suite."[/color] After that he regarded Zach for a moment before moving on to examine the thug with damaged arms. He looked up again, first wondering what was taking Derron so long, then looking straight at Zach. [color=lightcoral]"Im Nec-"[/color] he coughs heavily, spitting up a few drops of blood that show very clearly on the white bone of his gauntlets. He turns his head, stifling the hacking cough until it stops. [color=lightcoral]"Im Necro.."[/color]