The Zombie Tournament

Act 48 : A Keen Resurrection

“There’s just the three of you, Haltein. Surrender yourself.” Zeno Gunnar announced,” My father will finish what he started, and it’s about time to yield, okay?”

Amongst Sanza’s group of perpetrator, only Haltein Jorgensen and the horseman remained in front. The bearded man stays survive against Zeno Gunnar’s elevated energy and could relay his own damage to the opponent with ease. Horse-zombie and its rider could also counter-acted against the legendary warrior and its courage-devouring axe. And on the rear, their magician appeared disinterested against many tragic results that happened. The pair of fiery bolas entangled to each other by connection of pure energy that persists.

It goes encircled around the man-in-robe’s arms, gravitated across the veins and circulated to the top shoulder for returning back to the palms in larger shape of fireball afterwards. At the very beginning of their confrontation, it started quite hand-grip in size, yet both of them has grown into triple-volume within the last five minutes of their battle and kept going stronger in each second of the warfare ahead.

On the other hand, the regular axeman of their group got themselves eliminated in blistering speed, complete with its own living dead to count. Two bowmen got flushed away by Damon and his petty stratagem to diminish their threat. Two headed-dogs has been pulverised at the very first time of its prompt of assault, also by the cold steel of Damon’s trustworthy keris at most.

In adverse, the bearded man has a curled-up lips adorned. He seemed petulant to the sudden outcome, yet having himself no other method to endorse otherwise. It is plain obvious to the man, as he was suffered in horrific loss of two allies in his group. That means ten person in a glance for the third stage. However, the imminent defeat appeared quite afar to Haltein, as he goes up to the conceited smile once more.

“You have no idea of the last two in our team, heh.” The bearded man boasted,”Release your power, Obahn.”

(bwoosh)

As their leader has called him to go forth, Obahn released the two fireball towards Tonado’s direction. Rather than floating in similar manner to its original form, the pair of bolas has been shifted to be more stream-figured and fired up straight towards their opponent’s position. Twice of Tonado’s caravan in terms of volume, Obahn’s range attack annihilated everything under the stream of fire and does so in a flash.

Tonado’s caravan has been overwhelmed by the scorching heat and burnt down to ashes. Frank Terino and Tanya Rushdi could evade, but Goni could never realized such practice on his own. A living dead has its own perks and downsides, for them to be unconsciously fended off against threats before it could reach themselves up to scratch, yet their physicality sustained the most of quality for doing so onwards.

(grooo)

“No!”

Frank Terino cried as he landed away from the burst of flame ahead. It is one loss to the Tonado fighting club amidst their sure victory earlier. A mortar-operator is pretty uncommon to have for the contender of the game. Their mobility is greatly in the most unfavorable form, as they have a stomach acted as the launcher for explosive shells, hence its consistent applicability in fixed position at most.

(grooo)

In the common sense of a man, one flame will be ceased out when it was ablazed, but Obahn’s inferno has flown in constant manner to the flame thrower of old. The magician’s palms influenced the flame to hover across the battlefield for burning everyone in its path. Indubitably, The horse-zombie has gotten out of the fire-controller’s reach, dragging out Deino Gunnar to avoid any circumstances that attracted him towards their current attacker on board. It surely happened because of an order, yet nobody could be seen in unwavering focus to the rows of instruction within their wristwatch at some point.

(bwoosh)

For the first, the stream of fire goes to the left. Tanya Rushdi was there with Frank Terino to hide behind a maple tree. Silly countermeasure to thrive against agonizing heat, of course, but they have no option left to deal with. They could always leave the crowd and stay put for fleeing away against such perilous situation. To add on the preference, Tanya Rushdi has been in this particular situation, back then, for her to growl out from the game to save herself against a gigantic zombie at the first round of survival game.

However, it makes Zeno Gunnar and Damon to be on the par in estimation to their opponent’s remaining ones that live to tell the tale. Four against four, indeed, but it could be a call of ultimate end for Tanya Rushdi’s partner in this contest because of their attempt to neglect.

So, no other alternative but to hang around and thinking of a way for mitigating the fire, otherwise.

“Urgh... being on the hinge has usually been my weakness lately.” Tanya Rushdi pouted. She smacked her own temple a few times afterwards. She closed her eyes to think of a chance in the split-second of the bursting flame, and her fellow struggled ones does the similar to find a way out in the god-forsaken circumstances before them.

(tang-tang)

“Haha, what about it? Who’s gonna cry now in the end, tough guy?” The bearded man insulted. To such ridicule that was thrown to the guts, Zeno Gunnar yield a slight grin to reply.

“Nah, you’ll see. My friends are tougher than what you have expected.” He answered.

In the slightly far south to their trouble, Zeno Gunnar lingers to have himself tied against Haltein Jorgensen. He wants to rescue both of them in advance. The man’s expression flared a devious stare to Haltein, which was more than happy to pat him with a wide beam of smile before launching another smash from his enormous axe.

“Heh-heh, Love to see you in distress.” Haltein chuckled.

(bwoosh)

Six seconds before the impact. It feels like forever to the both of currently-weakest crew of Tonado. Beyond many choices, they only have the fist-fighter zombie for a five seconds plan to muster. Rio has been programmed to follow them all this time because of his role as Tanya’s guardian against anything that threatened her safety. No overbearing firepower, at most, solely relished on the speed of its own fluttering arms to constrain a brawl regardless.

(click-click)

Suddenly, a clear-tone of idea glows into her mind when Tanya Rushdi peeked a glance to the fist-fighter zombie. She knows what to do with Rio’s zombified properties and gain benefits from such powers at this exact time around. Tanya Rushdi has no time to tell Frank Terino about it, as well as discussing of the most probable result, only to execute  and be finished in a nick of time.

(tap-tap-tap)

‘Fortified skin activated.’

(bwoosh)

Rio’s body stretched out to build a wall ahead of them shortly prior to the upcoming attack. It chews the very essence of the fist-fighter zombie’s skin within every seconds of the burst. The fortification subsists because of Juno Rumondor’s latest tweak. His skin replaced itself in milliseconds before the cells gone to dwell in flame. There are layers of them to spend, as much, so the creature could withstand any of them longer than his own yesterday’s feat.

A token of relief, indeed, for the young knight has been concerned to their security earlier.

(Jab)

“I should have killed you first. I’m apologize, Zeno.”

Damon unleashed Samila’s homing ability to reckon on Obahn’s heart at once. It wanders in bullet-speed by the ordinance of its owner’s deceased teammates. The magician’s deliberation to dominate the two underestimated warriors has him on the tip of the keris’ blade.

“Now there’s only two of you, now.” Zeno Gunnar taunted,”How’s that cry last night? Should be putting those bed to wet.”

The bearded man gritted his teeth,”Yes, I have overlooked that government puppet’s ability, but I’m also having something up my sleeves.” He replied,”Come forth, God-reaper. Show your worth.”

(kriek-kriek)

The horse-zombie rider’s lance gone deep within a thick shadow by Haltein’s command. A blaring growl emerged from its surroundings as soon as the rider puts the lance’s tip to the air. Deino Gunnar got himself blocked away because of the horse-zombie fangs’ formidable grip, giving a short-second timespan to its rider for a spell.

And then, a blinding light emerges from the tip of the lance.

“Hraaaa!”

Out of the blue, the living ones got resurrected as a zombie. One of the axemen, the rear-minding archer and Obahn has been re-animated once more. No warriors would like to be awakened as their sworn enemies, for them to be blind and ferocious towards anyone in their path. They acted in similar manners to the regular zombie’s ruckus after the nuclear explosion’s ramification occurred. Muscle memory and experience has been installed in their freshly-wounded brain. It somehow regenerates, even though Damon has them penetrated in direct blow.

(tang!)

“Hraaa!”

Damon’s advance to Obahn goes in failure. His skin has somewhat become impenetrable to any sharp object and bounced off considerably. No matter of how much the half-zombie tried to pierce, it always repelled by a mysterious transparent wall in-between.

“What? How could-“

(boom!)

Unfortunately, his opponent’s astonishment has created a gap for the magician to concoct a forked lightning towards the half-zombie’s direction, which was more than sufficient to knock him away by force of illumination afterwards.

“Ugh!”

(roll-roll)

Such abrupt electrocution has made Damon paralyzed. He groveled on the ground by the constant flow of static charge and shivered from it in every stings that arrived. For a speedster zombie to get struck by another haste-type of attack, it surely scarred the man for eternity if he actually survived. A physical trauma, one might say, because of such unpredictable projectile to the man’s body at most.

Obviously, the turntable has brought Haltein to utmost glee. He danced across many interrupted assault towards Zeno Gunnar and his dumbfounded stare.

“How’s that one for surprise? I’m not somebody you could make afraid of, and you’ll hand those medals to me.” He muttered.