The Zombie Tournament

Act 15 : Zombie-Human Sense

 Something strange has occurred to the caped-assassin after the main controller’s imminent death. A rage of the living dead, one might say, as Damon was considered a half-blood of zombie and human at the same time. His reddened eyes glows slightly brighter than ever before, then it goes wrapped up shortly after. Both of the caped-assassin’s swelling muscle shrinks a little by the inactivity of the main controller’s chain of command to his body. It goes much to the upper-side areas, as well, since the man has no longer bounds within strict rules of the wristwatch’s forced-up growth nonetheless.

“argh!”

Damon was groveling under the pain, screaming within his heart and shredding tears over many instances of hurt. None of those would happen if the zombified human could travel towards Deino Gunnar’s advance and blocking them out from closing in to his master’s position awhile back. Despite his somber ambience against many teammates of Gorand industries’ headquarters, the main controller of their group was actually a kind and honorable man to be acquainted with, so it would be deemed as a great loss to the company nevertheless.

On the opposite side of the battle, Deino Gunnar’s triumph against both of the enemies’ tail was never meant to be an end of their track to victory. Damon still lingers down his throat for the time being, but will be going rampant soon after such painful dread subsided. On the other hand, they have a hefty homework to calm down the legendary warrior’s berserk mode, and it would be a difficult work to do anyway.

Yet, the caped-assassin’s forced pause means an opening opportunity to the grieving knight. He bathes in suffocating wrath, dwelling within a flow of empowering rush of adrenaline afterwards. In an anguish of his brother’s pitiful state, Zeno Gunnar has known for certain on what to do against such impudent brutality of the zombie-human.

To kill him without mercy, it is.

“Time for you to pay those foul deeds back, you piece of crap.” He mumbled to himself up close.

(tap-tap-tap)

Zeno Gunnar prepared the black sword on the front as he bolts out to the caped-assassin’s spot. The young knight glides away towards Damon’s position in speeding-up haste. Being drown in hate and vengeful spirit, he has forgotten of many oaths and promises of a knight for the time being.

First, to be respectful of your adversary and refute every opportunity to slay a man with no sword.

Second, to be proud of bearing a knighthood of Numonia.

Third, to prevent an assault to the back at all cost, unless your adversary has done the same.

The young knight would fail the first code this time, for sure. After neglecting the third, the man would overlook another one of the list.

(tap-tap-tap)

Much convinced to the bloodshed of his forthcoming assault, Zeno Gunnar raised up the black sword to the air. An overhead drop of the steel would instantly bear results, especially if it was happening under a rapid momentum of the man’s energy on the run. With cutting-edge bracket of the young knight’s sharpened meteorite, even the titanium-plated armor would stand no chance against such vertical movement of the sword.

(clang)

Unfortunately, Zeno Gunnar’s chance was burnt up into the ashes. Damon has reverted back to the wilderness of a zombie and got routed by an agonizing brawl against himself at the moment. His suffering was over and ended, with the caped-assassin’s true consciousness’ failure to present, as now the man’s other personality was situated within and deflected his attack with ease.

“Graaaooo!”

(clang-clang)

The beast has retained many factors of the red-induced attributes, even though none of such indicators was bleeping up against the man. It was fluent with both of Damon’s dagger, dragging many of its assault to clash towards Zeno Gunnar’s black sword in succession.

(clang-clang)

As their fight goes further, however, Zeno Gunnar felt a strain on his muscle tissue has begun to develop. Being in a constant streak of combat has weakened his muscle considerably. No wonder, a man’s threat on the battlefield has always been about their own stamina, so it was somewhat foreseeable to presume it happened afterwards.

(clang-clang)

Nevertheless, such unbearable source of discomfort was concealed under the young knight’s perseverance. An intake of adrenaline from his fury was sufficient for dealing with such pain. Zeno Gunnar’s never-ending frenzy has taken him into another form of level up, as well.

For him to be able on taking damage over the caped-assassin’s assault without feeling a tension of damage at all.

On the other edge of the battlefield, Deino Gunnar has completed his morning meal of the day. He can savor the taste of such delicacy from Gorand industries’ main controller of the group. To replenish more of the power, the beast had chosen to devour the flying zombie’s remains subsequently. It is indeed far lesser in energy than the moist structure of an energetic male for the beast, but a zombie has never felt a need to be selective in diet anyway.

(beep beep)

Deino Gunnar scans into the battlefield for the next threat to vanquish. The legendary warrior glances at the heated scenery before him and evaluate on the probability afterwards. Such a great knight of Numonia needs challenges to refine his own skills, hence the man’s instinctive resolution for finding a powerful foe to have a brawl against.

(Beep beep )

He found a small commotions on the northern areas of the combat zone. In it, there are four of them to be considered upon. In a short impression of the beast’s gaze, they were mostly fatigued and quite trouble-free to eliminate.

Regardless, Deino Gunnar’s acute sense decided to observe them more in details.

(beep-beep)

Firstly, He overviews the female zombie and scrutinized her in profound manner. The legendary warrior looked upon both of the latches on her gloves and quantifying on the chance for something hidden underneath. Nevertheless, Deino Gunnar’s thread of memories has no data on the living dead’s actual prowess, yet her crippled state has him uninterested at the moment.

On the other hand, the fist-fighter zombie’s fine stature has him wondering on the living dead’s actual power gauge. Deino Gunnar’s eyes ignored many bullet wounds on his back as it seemed non-lethal towards the beast’s whole body. The fist-fighter’s most recognizable element of attack, his own bare fist of knuckles, are perceived to have minor impact on a bout with the Golden Greatsword by the legendary warrior’s keen appraisal of its prowess.

Out to the female zombie’s rear, the remaining targets looked delicate to the beast’s lingering red-berserk eyes. Juno Rumondor’s broad shoulder and muscular physique would be fibrous to bite in one shot. In the opposite, Tanya Rushdi’s pale-looking skin has more tender meat on each side of her entire body.

(beep-beep)

Its head processed many values of worth. The beast’s nail-coffin was beaming in bright fashion after many considerations of treat before the legendary warrior’s eyes. On the course of meal and pure interest of awe-inspiring opponents, Deino Gunnar has exclaimed more to the latter.

‘Not a single threat discovered. Proceed to the next.’

An alarming sound of Zeno Gunnar’s wristwatch intrudes its master’s rage at the moment. Most of his father’s ruling would be transferred directly to the device, yet the young knight has overlooked all of the information heedlessly. Of all things considered, fury has commandeering every motions of the man right now, and his thirst for revenge has exceeded many other important things to patch-up.

(beep-beep)

As the legendary warrior has defined them to be a worthless stack of group to attack, it is time for Deino Gunnar to find out about the other source of warmth on the battlefield. He drives towards Damon’s direction and took a glance into its figure. Under the man’s wiped-out robe, the caped-assassin was engulfed in radiant heat of a living man, yet Deino Gunnar’s sensor estimated him to be a zombie in person.

Indeed, it was confusing for a man to be mistaken by a system as someone different, but Deino Gunnar’s primitive sense considered him as a perfect specimen of opponent to fight against. If the legendary warrior goes victorious, his whole body would be an additional meals for him to feed upon, so the beast has no other ideas to agree otherwise.

(bam! bam! bam!)

“Graaa!”

At the southwestern horizon, Minopia’s department store silhouette could be seen from afar. A fog of war has concealed its upper side structure, as it is close to dawn for Minopian’s early brawlers at the time. Most of the building around them has been demolished by the sheer-force of magician zombie’s tremor, with several of the town’s wooden house that were unharmed by the vicious earthquake for some reason.

(tap – tap – tap)

Deino Gunnar needs only five leaps for arriving to the southern regions of their current battlefield. His ferocious sprint reached halfway of a regular speedster zombie’s run. The Golden Greatsword clenched many forms of dread among human survivors in the radius, and it shares some of them into him as a token of appreciation towards Deino Gunnar’s unbeatable resillience in constant manner.

(swoosh!)

As the two warriors collide and starting to soak up in blood, the third will interrupt. Zeno Gunnar has a hunch of his father’s arrival beforehand. The young knight’s tingling sense of menace made him swept away to the left, and his limbic reaction has proved on the beast’s disembark against Damon’s attack shortly after.

“Graa!”

The caped-assassin has never faltered. In spite of Deino Gunnar’s sudden intrusion, Damon stays in place and braced himself against the beast’s abrupt attack. The Golden Greatsword crashed on top of the man’s twin dagger, pushing it down as the legendary warrior struck his weapon from above.

“Graooo!”

On the opposite side, red-eyed Damon’s veins were expanded consequently. Deino Gunnar’s force of madness has pumped flows of blood to every sections of the caped-assassin’s brawn. By the condemning coercion from the other end, Damon’s mind resolved them with loads of adrenaline to comply.

(clang)

Being stopped on pummeling a stunt, Deino Gunnar raised up his sword to the air for a second time in a row. The legendary warrior’s overhead strike was known for its ruthlessness in the past, so one botched chance of attack was shameful to Deino Gunnar’s mind. His muscle memory remembered of how mighty those move was, and it shudders to the loss that beckoned.

(boom!)

Another daunting volley of the legendary warrior’s blast has been received handsomely. Damon could withstand his opponent’s crushing power and relying on his dagger’s solid structure to parry such blast. For how long it would last, even Damon’s trusty dagger could answer. His keris is indestructible, yet the caped-assassin’s other weapon has none of such properties.

So, the third one would be his demise, and Damon was ready to obtain them all confidently in unconscious manner.

(roll-roll)

Across the verge of heated battle between Deino Gunnar and his prey, the young knight rolled a few times before rising up in his attacking stance once more. Out of the blue, a bold voice of command appeared on the young knight’s earpiece, shrieking in a hurry before it was obsolete for him to do so.

“Zeno, blow your meat-shield to your father! We have to snatch Damon up for our sake.”

No time for contemplation, just respond and answer. Zeno Gunnar does as the captain ordered and throwing his own meat-shield bomb towards the legendary warrior.

(boom!)

All done and dusted. Deino Gunnar has been entrapped, leaving Damon’s on the other side and saving him from complete obliteration.