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[INDENT][INDENT]There was an overwhelming sense of familiarity that came with fighting back to back with Heimdall as memories of his childhood best friend came flooding back to Thor as the pair kept the Gentleman Ghost and the Shadow Thief at bay. It was far from the first time the pair had faced a horde of foes together and it felt natural as they quickly fell back into rhythm with one another. Alternating between their two foes, Thor and Heimdall kept Craddock and his ally from landing any further blows against the two Asgardians as they parried and avoided each attempt. 

Suddenly, Craddock disappeared from sight, catching Thor off guard before suddenly he was thrown across the street. Set upon by Craddock’s zombies, Thor was forced to fight them off as Heimdall defended himself from the Shadow Thief and Gentleman Ghost. 

Despite being invisible to Thor, nothing could hide from Heimdall’s sight as he drove his blade through Craddock’s chest. The Gentleman Ghost faltering for the briefest of seconds before he began laughing as he took ahold of Hofund and pulled the blade even deeper into his chest.

[b][color=#faebd7]“That won’t be enough to stop me, lad.”[/color][/b] He chortled as Heimdall struggled to pull the blade back. From behind him, the Shadow Thief lashed out, her tendrils wrapping themselves around the older Asgardian as he was separated from his weapon. 

[b][color=#faebd7]“Kill him.”[/color][/b] Craddock ordered as the tendrils tightened around Craddock. Lightning flashed across the sky as it exploded towards the ground freeing Thor from the swarming undead, their bodies thrown every which way as he sprung forth from beneath them. Taking a hold of Hofund, Craddock suddenly cried out in pain as the weapon touched the hands of the Prince of Asgard.

[b][color=#faebd7]“N-n-no-” [/color][/b]The words barely had time to make it out of his mouth as Thor draw the sword, the weapon slicing Craddock clean in half as he was powerless to defend himself against one bearing noble blood. Banished from this plane by his defeat, Craddock suddenly disappeared as his armies suddenly ceased to move. Pulled back into the ground from whence they came, Thor turned towards the Shadow Thief as he brandished Hofund in his hands. The former assassin faltering for the second Thor needed to free Heimdall. 

Raising her hands, she knelt before Thor speaking for the first time during their entire encounter, her accent indicating she wasn’t of America as she asked the God of Thunder to spare her life.

[b][color=#1c4587]“I submit, return me to my cell.”[/color][/b][/INDENT][/INDENT]   
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[INDENT][INDENT]The shotgun blast had no visible effect as the possessed body dove towards Barbara, grabbing her by the shoulders of her vest as she found herself lifted into the air, the shotgun falling from her grasp. Glass exploded around her head as the ghost smashed her through the stained window of a nearby church, blood dotting her blonde hair as the pair crashed into the aged, wooden pews. The wind escaped Barbara’s lungs and she swore she had heard a crack from her ribcage as she gasped for air, tumbling along the floor of St. Hillan’s.

Rolling onto her knees, Barbara wiped blood from a freshly fattened lip as she quickly pulled her side arm, slotting a pillaged cartridge into the weapon as she capped the possessed body’s knees. A sound that could only be described as the ghost laughing at her emerged from the body’s broken windpipe as it simply floated back into the air. Rolling her eyes, Barbara ran for the doors, leading with her shoulder as the large wooden double doors flew open as Barbara found herself in the graveyard surrounding the old cathedral. 

The ghost possessed body gave chase as it flew after Barbara. Its hands clawed at her hair as she cried out in pain, fighting back at the body as it firmly took hold of her shoulders again, lifting her into the air as Barbara felt her back slam against the side of the church as she was dragged against the coarse stone exterior. Pulled upwards, the edge of the roof caught the top of her head as pain temporarily blinded Barbara before anger kicked in, boosting her adrenaline as she brought her legs up and pushed with all her might. 

Breaking free of the shade’s grip, Barbara fell against the sloped roof, her fingers scrambling for something to hold onto as the shingles tore at her skin, breaking several nails before she finally found a hold. She gasped in pain as the entire weight of her body pulled on her shoulder, her arm feeling as though it just dislocated as Barbara slowly pulled herself back up. Her feet scrambled to find a something to brace again before taking a hold of the aged eavestrough, the metal bending as it warped beneath her weight. Crawling up the sloped roof, Barbara saw the ghost turn around, as it flew towards her for another round. 

Rolling off of her stomach, Barbara lifted herself onto her palms, firmly planting her feet before launching off of the roof as she tackled the ghost midair. The spirit cried out from within its mortal shell as Barbara fought to manipulate its flight course. Suddenly she let go, dropping back to the roof below as the ghost turned its attention too late to avoid the antique weathervane atop the cathedral roof. 

A horrible scream filled the air as the body ceased to move, the weathervane piercing its torse. The cold iron dissipating the ethereal host within as Barbara sighed in relief. Allowing herself to fall back against the roof as she looked overhead at the clearing skies. Sitting up so as to look below, she watched in amazement as the remaining spirits suddenly disappeared into the ground, accompanying their undead allies as they too returned to their rest.

[color=#4682b4]“I’m glad that’s [i]fuckin’ [/i]over.”[/color][/INDENT][/INDENT]