[img]https://media.altchar.com/prod/images/940_530/gm-22fbe8d1-78f2-40f5-be91-d4777d8a33de-ssbujoker.jpeg[/img][hr][hr][color=red]Level:[/color] 1
[Color=red]EXP[/color] 3/10
[Color=red]Word Count:[/color] 260
[color=red]Current Location:[/color] Dead Zone, Argent Tower[hr][hr] 

With every fighter's combined effort, they all seemed to be making good progress fending off the horde. With the ground covered, Joker went for a full assault on the demons in the sky, alternating between Arsene's curse attack and shots from his handgun.

They finally made it to the entrance of the tower, when it seemed something, or someone caught some of the groups attention. He looked behind him to see what had caused everyone to stop; A strange, silent soldier, fully clathed in armor and gore. Joker was kinda confused. Was he friend, or foe? Or was he neither, and just happened to be there? Either way, they all knew by first glance that the soldier was dangerous, moving out of the way when the big guy charged forward into the horde.

The thief watched in both awe, and slight fear, as the Slayer made mincemeat out of undead and demon alike. The creatures didn't even get a chance to attack the guy without getting torn apart! Joker turned his focus back on the group when the Slayer dissapeared into the horde, continuing the carnage. Everyone made their way into tower, the thief leaping off the van to help barricade the door.

They were finally safe again, that was good, right? Looking around at the survivors, Joker reminded himself that the killer is still out there, still among them even. He leaned against the wall, keeping a firm grip on his knife as he watched the others, visibly anxious but focused. It couldn't be that easy, he knew better.