[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]