[i]The only thing odd about the dead running around was the feeling in the air. Now, I'm not talking emotion. Pressure. The crackling of energy, the flux of winds coursing through the town set ablaze, the sudden drop and rise of temperatures. Although it all could be dismissed as the Chaos in the air, it had one noticeable point of origin, and yet... it disappeared. A lone, cloaked silhouette crested the horizon, it's forest green cloak whipping in the winds that were soon to engulf the town. It followed him like a wall; a force of nature, never to be reckoned with. Bits of hail soon rained on the town, an omen of bad things to come as the temperature suddenly dropped dramatically. Yet, with all this going on, the body temperature of all things living stayed the same; as if Mother Nature selected whom she had wanted to reign supreme over, to exact judgement upon. As the man drew closer, the undead soon noticed. They charged him, like a tidal wave of bodies, and he lifted a single hand outward. The girl and her companions saw nothing of his actions behind the wall of bodies, but they did hear their screams as individual spikes of pure ice pierced their cold, undead hearts. As if they had run upon a spiked barricade, yet the barricade had moved to them; the icy blue hue of the frozen water sent crystalline refractions of light bouncing off every object like a disco ball. It's beauty was lethal, as the crystals grew in size till the undead hoisted on their tips were ripped in half. When the bodies fell, the figure was gone. And a heavy rain engulfed the town, it's fires dying yet not fully starved. A sense of uneasiness settled on all the living and undead, as if an earthquake were a bout to happen, or in the anticipation of a tsunami. The dead may have continued their onslaught, but the weird phenomenon caught the attention of the more powerful independents. With a crack of lightning, the whole sky lit up, and in front of the girl just a few metres away the cloaked figure appeared. The golden sigils adorning the fabric glowed with an aura repulsive to the undead, and the tear in his combat pants glinted to reveal the metal armour underneath. His left arm also shone in the light of the fires, the gunmetal grey prosthetic hanging by his side just like his real arm. And as they observed the figure, his golden brown eyes stared them down menacingly.[/i] [b]Who's first? Maybe the girl, and her companion? Or the armoured man standing near her? I always did like the term "ladies first"...[/b] [i]His voice resonated throughout the air like that of a dragon's, the booming bass sending shivers down their spines. The aura he gave off was extremely uncomfortable for them; like they stood in front of a higher being, someone capable of catastrophic levels of destruction. And for the most part, that assumption was right.[/i]

[spoiler]Just... Focus on other RPs for now. My big ass reply disappeared and I've lost all motivation.[/spoiler]

Sakuret Ceiko showed up nearby the girl and her associate, red gauntlets on his arms as the rain got his trenchcoat wet. Hooked claws attached onto chains dropped from the gauntlets and looked they weighed a ton, which they did. The plasma coating activated and he started to swing his blades around wildly, to slice and dice through undead with little to no effort to reach the two. "Thank fück my trenchcoat ain't getting me wet." The old looking man said as he approached the two. "Stand down you two! If not then I will not hold back!" He shouted in the rain, offering peace instead of death...strange for Sakuret.

[b]The plasma light, and loud yelling, seemed to be a favorite among undead creatures. Almost immediately, most the ripped apart heads turned to you with a scream. Some shuffled along, while others began running in a crazed, drunk like manner. One would have to get rid of them first, before taking on what appeared to be a leader. They climbed through the hours and toppled over each other, just to get to you. Oh boy. [/b]

Sakuret, being reasonable and smart started to spin around and the claws started to lift in the air due to physics as he spun around. The plasma made a blue trail of light as he spun, any undead unlucky enough to enter his premises would be doomed to missing a bisection. This was all a mere annoyance to Sakuret to be quite honest.

[spoiler]I promise you, I will RP on this post. I just need to get on my PC. I will though! Don't think I've forgotten; I've read this over multiple times, just gotta type[/spoiler]

"Gold squad ready." [i]"Blue ready"[/i] [u]"Green ready"[/u] [i][u]"Red ready and ready!"[/u][/i] [i]"-blam!-ing hilarious, Slick."[/i] [i][u]"Shut up Snow!"[/u][/i] [b][i][u]"Go in now. Now!"[/u][/i][/b] [b]From the Dojo pathway down a dozen men, each of them opening fire upon the zombies[/b] "[i]Moving in."[/i] [b]From the right side emerges a second squadron, this one ten soldiers.[/b] "Flanking." [b]From the left side of Dojoville moves in a third squadron, fifteen troops[/b] "Going in sir." [i][u]"Standing by Commander. Ready to assist where needed." [/u][/i] [b]The three squads make there way into the village, shooting and cutting the zombies down [/b]

[spoiler]Which challenge did you choose •-•[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Fight![/spoiler]

[spoiler]Alrighty! [/spoiler] [b]By now, the noise had attracted the creatures towards the squads. Every time one fell, it would get back up, brains or no. In fact, even when blown apart, they would continue moving, hands, fingers, heads, etc. They would not stop until they were unable to move. This could casual several problems. [/b]

"Sir, they don't seem to be staying down!" [i]"Same problem here sir!"[/i] [u]"Over here to. What's going on?" [/u] [b][i][u]"Keep up the pressure. Flame throwers move in." [/u][/i][/b] [b]One member from each squadron steps forward, unleashing a wave of fire at the zombies [/b]

[b]That seemed to work a lot better. The zombies would stay down for longer. The only problem was that unless they were ashes, they would continue their assault. But, they were all gathered in one place, pet daps that can be used to your advantage? [/b]

[b]The Commander looks at a television, watching the battle from within the Dojo.[/b] [b][i][u]"It's working. Get them gathered!"[/u][/i][/b] [b]The squads do as they're told, forming a line and creating a circle with some open spots around them.[/b] [b][i][u]"Red Squad you're clear to go!" [/u][/i][/b] [i][u]"Understood!"[/u][/i] [b]Four fighters launch from the dojo, bombing that very center of the horde. As they do so the bombs erupt into flames, Washing over the zombies but not affecting the buildings for some reason [/b] [i][u]"Bombs worked Sir!"[/u][/i] [b][i][u]"Thaaaaank you Merlin!"[/u][/i][/b]

[b]There were not many zombies within the small village, and only a few remained on the outskirts, which could quickly be cleaned up. The flame throwers, combined with the combusting zombies, completely burned down the village. There was little to no chance anyone had survived. What happened here? Perhaps one would figure out another time, if it happened again. [/b]

"Sir. Zombies are gone!" [b][i][u]"Excellent. Get to work. See if there's any evidence of what happened. If not, get the dojo construction crew and get to work [/u][/i][/b]

[b]Within the burnt houses only lay ashes. No survivors. It was a deadly terrorist attack, with no bombs, and certainly no guns. Nothing to trace back to why and how. The only key aspect is being that they rose from the ground, or died and came back. [/b]

[i]"Nothing sir. It's all clear. To much destruction." [/i] [b][i][u]"Shit. Already sending in the crew."[/u][/i][/b] [b]From the Dojo, launched out two gunships from the clones. They land in the middle of the village and the doors open. Little Dwarf like creatures exit, moving through the village and cleaning up, while rebuilding as well [/b]

aw COME ON! *A strange being looks around at everything. He is rather thin, just reaching five ten. His black skin tight cotton-valhite clothing covering his entire body except for his blazing crimson eyes and the bridge of his nose. In his hand is a strange weapon, it is four and a half feet long, five inches long, and dark blue. It appears to be a mix of a katana and a broadsword, except it's engulfed in ominous emerald green flames. Without hesitation, he leaps at the zombie like beings and slashes at it's chest, killing it instantly. He then faces all the other beasts, ready for shit to go down*

[spoiler]Soooo... Which challenge did you take? [/spoiler]

[spoiler]first one[/spoiler]