[center][h3][color=sandybrown]Jak &[/color] [color=darkorange]Daxter[/color][/h3]
[b]Level 4[/b] - (9/40) (+2)
[b]Location:[/b] Dead Zone - Fleeing Redgraccoon Police Department
[b]Word Count:[/b]780[/center]

Jak quickly rolled into a long jump out of the hole he had made, which thankfully served as a proper escape and not another entrance for the horrifying masses of the undead and demons. Daxter ran behind, hot on Jak’s tail, all the while complaining about being too big to ride on Jak’s shoulder anymore. He paused a moment as Jones went out of his way to finish off the wraith then stick the ghost’s spirit into the survivor they had lost. [color=darkorange]”Hey Shooty McBang Bang, we gotta move it! Oh hey, what are you doing? Oh. Oh that’s…”[/color] Daxter averted his eyes once he realized what exactly was going on. That was something he didn’t necessarily want to see. 

Leaping down to meet up with Jak, it seemed that the rest of their group, the other survivors, and even some new reinforcements were coming in, ready and raring to go! [color=sandybrown]”Surrounded on all sides. Too many to count. A completely hopeless battle just to survive. I’m beginning to like this city.”[/color] Jak cocked his morph gun into vulcan fury formation.

[color=darkorange]”You just like seeing me have a heart attack, don’t you?”[/color] Daxter complained. Jak gave half a shrug with a smile, then roll-jumped over to Nico’s van where a well timed high jump situated him on top of it. 

Now that he had setup a good spot for the high ground, Jak readied his laser sight for the massive horde coming from behind and-WOAH WOAH WOAH! The van started to shake back and forth as the hat wearing dragon clambered up on top. Jak practically had to dive to the side to give the beast the room it needed just to lie down. With a small growl Jak regained his footing, stepping [i]on[/i] the dragon’s back and began unloading an ultra-fast torrent of high penetration blue eco rounds. Each shot went through at least half a dozen enemies, the power of which knocked some into the air, and of course the vulcan fury fired so fast that everything hit was hit by more than one round. Alas, as was always the case for blue eco guns it couldn’t maintain steady fire for long as all the ammo was depleted.

Jak swapped over to the blaster in time to witness Ratchet blowing huge swaths of enemies off the ground, courtesy of some sort of motorcycle driven by the monk. Jak frowned. No way that fuzzy lombax was going to beat his kill streak this time! Well that was fine, they could deal with the enemies coming from behind, and others could deal with the (relatively) smaller horde approaching from the front. Not many of them had the capability of taking on the enemies coming from above! Various winged demons and ambush zombies leaping from nearby buildings would hit them unawares if not properly dealt with, and Jak was just the man to deal with them.

Blam! Blam! Blam! Yellow eco shot and yellow eco shot fired off long distance with pinpoint accuracy, blasting lesser enemies to bits in the process. Bigger enemies took more than a couple hits but the blaster’s range was effective enough to cut them off from far enough away that it didn’t matter. That’s when a leaping zombie took a dive from a nearby rooftop, dropping straight for the van! Well, it’d hit the dragon first, which was also unacceptable! Three quick shots blasted it into chunks which rained down and bounced off the dragon’s scales.

He was about to shoot down a red arremer when it was suddenly blasted by Ratchet. Jak growled in frustration, then took in a deep breath. His whole body enveloped in a bright, holy light. Membranous wings of searing bright light grew from his back, and he took to the air. The morph gun swapped back to vulcan fury mode, now recharged from his own internal eco supply, and from the skies he let Hell loose on, well, Hell.

And where was Daxter during all of this? [color=darkorange]”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! THEY FORGOT MEEEEEEEEEE!”[/color] He ran as fast as his little legs could scurry (which, admittedly, was deceptively fleet), trying to keep up with the civilian runners, demons and undead constantly biting at his tail. His only true saving grace was the small shockwave emitted with every exaggerated step he took slowing his immediate predators down just enough that they missed snatching his tail by inches. And of course, his constant emitting of toxic spores, certainly no threat to the undead but to the demons with living physiologies… Well, Daxter was accidentally doing more than he thought or intended.