The Fantabulous
The blast of sound sent a sizeable chunk of the zombies back, crashing into one another or into the pavement. Many were able to right themselves again though others remained motionless, unnoticed by their infected brethren. A police car was crashed into the building Bob and Adrianna currently defended, seats stained with blood and gore but a shotgun and a handgun were visible on the back seat. The zombies descended on those at ground level, screaming for flesh.
The metal man stared at the mutants, waiting to see what they would do and what they would make of his 'shock troops'.
Klara saw the blood thirsty grin on Mitchell's face, a contrast to his otherwise Bishonen - esk features. His shoulder rapidly rose in temperature, prompting her to release her hand and step back. Part of her was terrified but another, growing part was relishing this violent scene and longing to rend their rotted flesh. Either way, she needed more power and was lucky enough to see a generator at the side of a building.
In an instant she was there, the zombies engulfing the others but they could more than handle themselves. After a moment of nervous hesitation Klara lunged at the device, letting the energy surge through her. It was too much, she couldn't think for the current running rings around her brain. With a savage grin Sparky appeared in the middle of the horde and struck - lightning streamed from her hands and swept the around her, the once humans convulsing and burning from its intensity. Beautiful.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
Mitchell immediately began forming several weapons out of himself, the bones audibly cracking and reforming as a duplicate emerged from his arm. What looked like both bones in his forearm emerged upward from his arm, and then it shattered, sending critical fluid down upon the zombies, kept inside razor sharp bone pieces. The projectiles resulted in fire spreading, and Mitchell hoped that like most zombies, these ones fell to pieces to fire...because there was probably no one here who could cast a Hama spell worth shit.
He felt tempted to go racing down there himself and engage the horde personally, rather than simply bombard them.
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Mitchell showed a slightly unhinged looking grin, he had wanted to see how his powers would work on a target, but this worked itself out nicely - looked like the less fortunate people affected by the plague were now presenting themselves. He stretched his arms, looking back at Klara, and he managed to stop himself from heating up too hot when Klara was still holding on to him.
Could this...be my dark instincts? Well, time to let my baser, darker side loose.
And on targets who were enslaved by the virus, thus making this almost a mercy on them. They deserved to die free.
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