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Zulu: Grand Finale (Pt. 4)
Listen to while reading to enhance mood: www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxL_JcsYm7s
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I hurl my spear at Blitzkrieg, and it pierces his chest, sticking him to the chair. He chuckles and stands, twisting off the spear, completely bloodless and unscathed. leaving it stuck in the chair. Fuck. I'm weaponless now.
"So, Zulu...? Are you ready?"
"Fuck you, let's go, shitbag."
I charge and kick him hard in the mouth. I feel bones crunch and remember his mouth is just as weak and vulnerable as mine. He spews blood and teeth, then grabs me by the back of the head. I feel my head crunch into a wall and the wood of my mask shatters, splintering my face. I whirl around and put all my force into a kick. My foot rams into his gut, winding him momentarily, and I dive for his holster. I grab the gun and press it to his skull.
I'm about to pull the trigger when he leaps like a viper and knocks me to the ground. I stagger back up, but he does a ground based double-foot kick and hits me in the upper chest, breaking my guard. I drop the gun and lie down, gasping in pain.
"Zulu... just give up, you can still leave alive... just take my hand and my guards will escort you...out. Yes?"
"NO!"I bellow. I plough into him with all my force and anger. I take him off his feet and pry him to ground. The gun's close by, and so I grab it. Holding it by the suppressor, I use it like a hammer and bring the grip down on him like a hammer. I feel and see his skin breaking and blood leaps out of him, spraying me.
"Get. Off. Of me... you...little....SWINE! YOU WHORE!"
He grabs me by the throat and slams me into the ground beside him. He picks me up and slams me down again. And again. And again. I lose feeling in the back of my head, I feel numb everywhere, yet I still throw him off and stand. I hold the pistol now.
"Goodbye, Blitzkrieg..." I murmur. He chuckles as I empty the clip into him.
Unfortunately, the bullets don't do shit to him, and he grabs me again, hurling me into the wall,making me drop the gun.
"I'm done with this,Zulu, can't you tell?Just give up and die like everyone else... it'll be easier on both of us, alright?"
"Oh, Blitzkrieg, you don't understand... I'm NOT everyone else. You may have killed my friends,and if that be the case, then let their deaths fuel me, along with the millions of other deaths your retarded regime has caused for the last seventy years. Fuck you, you Nazi-scum-sucking-fuck-wad-swine! Come and die by my hand!"
This angers him, and he charges, bellowing in German. If it weren't for all my injuries, maybe I would have dodged that charge....
Zulu: Grand Finale (Pt. 4)
Listen to while reading to enhance mood: www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxL_JcsYm7s
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I hurl my spear at Blitzkrieg, and it pierces his chest, sticking him to the chair. He chuckles and stands, twisting off the spear, completely bloodless and unscathed. leaving it stuck in the chair. Fuck. I'm weaponless now.
"So, Zulu...? Are you ready?"
"Fuck you, let's go, shitbag."
I charge and kick him hard in the mouth. I feel bones crunch and remember his mouth is just as weak and vulnerable as mine. He spews blood and teeth, then grabs me by the back of the head. I feel my head crunch into a wall and the wood of my mask shatters, splintering my face. I whirl around and put all my force into a kick. My foot rams into his gut, winding him momentarily, and I dive for his holster. I grab the gun and press it to his skull.
I'm about to pull the trigger when he leaps like a viper and knocks me to the ground. I stagger back up, but he does a ground based double-foot kick and hits me in the upper chest, breaking my guard. I drop the gun and lie down, gasping in pain.
"Zulu... just give up, you can still leave alive... just take my hand and my guards will escort you...out. Yes?"
"NO!"I bellow. I plough into him with all my force and anger. I take him off his feet and pry him to ground. The gun's close by, and so I grab it. Holding it by the suppressor, I use it like a hammer and bring the grip down on him like a hammer. I feel and see his skin breaking and blood leaps out of him, spraying me.
"Get. Off. Of me... you...little....SWINE! YOU WHORE!"
He grabs me by the throat and slams me into the ground beside him. He picks me up and slams me down again. And again. And again. I lose feeling in the back of my head, I feel numb everywhere, yet I still throw him off and stand. I hold the pistol now.
"Goodbye, Blitzkrieg..." I murmur. He chuckles as I empty the clip into him.
Unfortunately, the bullets don't do shit to him, and he grabs me again, hurling me into the wall,making me drop the gun.
"I'm done with this,Zulu, can't you tell?Just give up and die like everyone else... it'll be easier on both of us, alright?"
"Oh, Blitzkrieg, you don't understand... I'm NOT everyone else. You may have killed my friends,and if that be the case, then let their deaths fuel me, along with the millions of other deaths your retarded regime has caused for the last seventy years. Fuck you, you Nazi-scum-sucking-fuck-wad-swine! Come and die by my hand!"
This angers him, and he charges, bellowing in German. If it weren't for all my injuries, maybe I would have dodged that charge....