[center][color=burlywood][b][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190412/e4dbf397d85ea4a514a02d2553a44c17.png[/img] Level 2 - (16/20) + 2 = (18/20) Difficulty Level 1 Location: Dead Zone (Redgraccoon City) Word Count: 923[/b][/color][/center][hr] Gene stayed silent in the back of the van on the trip through the Dead Zone, munching quietly on an orange. He gave a few small chuckles at Daxter's antics, but for the most part he just didn't feel in a talking mood. Too busy getting psyched up for all the demons and zombies they were about to beat down in the city... And boy howdy, were there demons and zombies to beat down. Dead ahead were dozens, if not hundreds of zombies flooding the streets of Redgraccoon City. Some were weird... Bug demons, others were just standard undead. A sizeable chunk [i]looked[/i] like the other generic zombies, but with different deformities. A few were big and fat, some had strange boils around their face and neck with long, slimy tongues. Gene decided that he did [i]not[/i] want to deal with either of those two types of zombies. Soon enough, the van came to a stop, Nero stepping out to personally deal with the bug demons. Not long after, the three duos went to work, Ratchet & Clank, Jak & Daxter, and Banjo & Kazooie, alongside the monk Donnie, going to town on zombies. There were a few rough patches and close calls, but mostly, everyone was doing okay. The robot, Blazermate if Gene recalled, was staying back to heal anyone while her sentry took down any monsters that got too close. With a grin, Gene cracked his knuckles and stepped out of the van. [color=burlywood][b]"Haha! This is what I'm talking about! Time to go to town on these freaks!"[/b][/color] Without another word, he sprinted right into the fray, throwing himself forward a roll and ramming through a group of zombies in the process. Two went down without much else, while the others went flying. Gene whipped out his Roulette Wheel, praying for a Shockwave... The words "Divine Smash" greeted his eyes, and he charged forward, plowing through a zombie on the way to the others. Eh, close enough. Gene ran right at one of the zombies that was on the ground, and began to stomp on it repeatedly until, eventually, it died. In the meantime, however, the rest of the zombies had recovered and began to shamble towards him. So, Gene did what he always did... He ran in and threw a right hook. He began to unleash a flurry of blows on the zombies, who were too mindless to think about blocking or dodging, making this a piece of cake. Every once in a while a zombie would lunge for him; the first time, his instincts saved him from getting pounced on, but eventually he got the hang of occasionally dodging in between combos. This was starting to seem too easy... As if on cue, Gene heard what sounded like someone vomiting, and turned his head in the direction of the sound... Only to meet a spew of bile to the face. The smell was [i]rancid[/i], and the fat bastard that vomited on him looked almost [i]pleased[/i] with his undead self. [color=burlywood][b]"You... YOU! THIS COAT WASN'T CHEAP, YOU JERKOFF!"[/b][/color] He rushed towards the Boomer, delivering a flying kick to its belly... Which promptly exploded, showering him with [i]even more bile[/i]. On the bright side, he gained its Spirit, which looked vastly different from the other zombie spirits he'd been picking up. But that was about where the bright side ended, as now the rest of the zombies turned their attention from approaching the others... To focusing on him. Slowly, but surely, they began to shamble towards him, while a few sprinters came right at him. He defended himself rather easily against them, defeating them quickly, but considering he was stuck in the middle of a sea of undead who, mostly, were all focused [i]dead on him[/i], he wasn't too confident in his chances. He only had one option... Well, two, but one would look [i]way cooler[/i] so he decided to go with that one first. He whipped out the Roulette again, praying for La Bomba... The word "Grovel" appeared before him. [color=burlywood][b][i]'No... No. No! Oh I'm so screwed...'[/i][/b][/color] Against his will, Gene felt himself falling to his knees and bowing down before the undead approaching him. Needless to say, they didn't exactly give a crap about it in their mindless state. As Gene pulled himself back up, he knew there was just one thing he could do to escape... So, he clamped a hand onto the Deistic Brace, and ripped it off, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEpGs3STXMY]feeling the power of God flow through him[/url]. Arm glowing, Gene let loose, flying into the swarm of undead in a blur of punches and kicks. There were a few swipes and bites that got through to his body, but his skin was unbreakable; nothing could stop him when he unleashed the God Hand... Well, except another God Hand user that is. But Azel didn't seem to be around, so it was all cool! Gene powered through the sea of zombies, eventually breaking through and winding up back in front of the van again. And just in time too! He could feel the God Hand's power draining, and he forced the Brace back onto his arm despite wanting to just cut loose and whoop ass. Luckily, Blazermate's sentry was doing a fine job on the zombies. [color=burlywood][b]"Jeez! Almost got my ass kicked there! Lucky I had this bad boy or I would've been done for!"[/b][/color] He patted his bicep, staring out at the dwindling array of zombies. [color=burlywood][b]"God I need a shower... That fat boy vomited all over me!"[/b][/color] [hider=Note] Approx. 35 zombie Spirits collected by Gene, along with 1 Boomer Spirit. [/hider]