Chapitre 43: Furry Attack #43
Author's note: it's dangerous to travel at this time of the day with valuables... how about you leave them shiny, precious power stones here so I can keep them safe for you?
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"You gotta be kidding me! A werewolf?! Really?!" I exclaimed, gritting my teeth as I watched the creature turn to me, growling menacingly and bursting into a mad sprint on all fours toward me.
"Harley?! Do you have any idea who this guy is?" I asked, taking a step back as the werewolf reached me and swung his dark, gleaming claws at my throat.
"No Idea, but we got more company!" Harley replied, causing me to frown as I stepped forward, driving my fist into the werewolf's chest, sending it sliding back with a broken rib cage, spewing blood.
"Ya can take care of the big furball there, an' I'll take care of the flyin' freak show!" she added, causing me to inspect the surroundings to see several men coming out of the hospital's windows, floating in the air as they stood on transparent orange disks.
'This guy isn't invulnerable like Croc and the Russian mercenary, at least... I'll take care of him quickly and help Harley...' I mused as I turned back to the werewolf, and it took all of three seconds for my hopeful line of thought to come crashing down.
'A fucking healing factor!' I felt my eyes twitching under my helmet as I watched the bloody gash on the werewolf's chest quickly heal and the blood leaking from his mouth to stop as he howled and charged me again.
I took a deep breath, pushing down my frustration as I waited for the werewolf to reach me and swing again. I caught the furry creature's wrist and spun to the side, tripping and launching it over my shoulder and into the ground.
'I need to finish this quickly...' I frowned in concentration, channeling my energy into my right fist, making it glow under my gloves as I lowered my posture to drive my fist into the werewolf's head and hopefully end it quickly.
However, my fist was an inch away from the creature's face when I felt something hit me in the side with a force of a speeding car, sending me rolling away from the werewolf.
I rolled on the ground and quickly regained my posture with a flip, getting back to my feet as I turned to the side and immediately spotted a man with a large smoking muzzle that looked like it belonged to a bazooka attached to his wrist instead of a hand.
"What the hell are you doing, Abbot? Get your shit together!" the man who'd just shot me exclaimed, addressing the werewolf as the latter got off the ground, shaking its head, a gleam of clarity flashing in its eyes.
I scowled, holding my broken ribs as I felt them heal, retrieved Ivory from my inventory, and started firing at the werewolf to pin it in place while I charged the man with the gun hand.
The man leveled his hand at me, and my eyes widened as I saw a white, spherical projectile form inside the muzzle at an alarming rate, causing me to dodge to the side as it passed right by my head, pushing my hoody back.
I wasn't a sharpshooter in the first place, and moving so quickly made me mess several of my shots at the werewolf, giving it time to heal and charge me, tackling me into the ground before I could reach the man with the gun hand.
We rolled on the ground because of the force of the impact, and when we finally stopped, the werewolf was straddling me, its white fangs dripping saliva when it opened its maw and tried to bite at my head.
I moved my head to the side, causing the werewolf to bury its head into the dirt as I slithered my hand into its chest and pushed, making it fly upward with another jet of blood splashing from its mouth.
I quickly got up, driving my knee into the werewolf's abdomen before it could hit the ground and then my elbow into its back, grabbing its tail as I spun it and sent racing toward the man with the gun hand.
The man didn't hesitate for a second before raising his hand and shooting the werewolf to kill its momentum and stop the crash, and that was enough time for me to close the distance as I jumped over the creature and lunged at him.
He quickly raised his hand in my direction, another white projectile forming in his hand cannon, and I used my steel wire to force the projectile's trajectory away from me.
I gripped the hand cannon with my right, taking out my new knife and holding it in my left as I swiped at the hand-cannon, severing it right off of his arm and kicking him into the wall behind him.
He exclaimed in agony, holding the profusely bleeding stump that splashed blood everywhere where, and I put him out of his misery with a kick to the side of his head, knocking him out as I stored the severed hand-cannon into my inventory.
By the time I finished dealing with the gun-man, the werewolf had already recovered from the wounds its friend and I inflicted and was already menacingly charging at me with a wide-open maw.
Although the werewolf was acting with more clarity now, and his hits were more deliberate and vicious, displaying a basic understanding of martial arts, I spent most of my days getting my ass whopped by Richard.
Suffice to say. The creature was no match for me in that department.
'Now I can take him out without worrying about being shot...' I mused, ducking under the werewolf's swing, its sharp claws flying right above the antenna on the right of my riot headgear.
'Let's try subduing him first...' I dodged another swing, stepping forward as I kicked the werewolf's chin, only to bring my foot down at the top of his head when he staggered, burying his head into the ground.
I moved behind the werewolf and shot my steel wire at his back, impaling his lung and pinning him to the ground as I started channeling electricity through it, causing it to howl in agony.
I moved to stomp his ankles, unphased by the sickening crunch as I straddled the creature's back, and began raining punches on its head without stopping the electric current.
I frowned as I watched the werewolf's head regenerate, its thick skull continuously healing. I continued to break it repeatedly, even while slowly but steadily raising the electric charge, but the creature still stubbornly regenerated through everything.
'Looks like I'll have to go with the lethal option...' I frowned and began channeling energy towards my fist as I raised it high, preparing to pulverize the werewolf's skull that could do nothing but howl in agony and squirm around to no avail at this point.
I brought my fist down, hitting the werewolf's skull with a radiant, golden show of light, and it finally stopped howling as I got off its back and turned to Harley to see her, wobbly flying around in one of the Intergang's flying disc thingies.
She cackled in glee despite her clumsy steering as she dodged multiple energy blasts that the five remaining gangsters shot at her with the golden staves in their hands.
'Might as well get some target practice...' I shrugged my shoulders as I took out Ebony and began firing while taking my time with every shot, but I still only managed to land two in every three.
And by the time I took out three of the gangsters, Harley had already taken care of the rest and came flying right at me with a broad grin, splitting her face.
My eyes twitched, and I stepped to the side to avoid her, but she seemed to have a knack for steering the flying disc devices, and she braked right beside me and lunged at me with wide-open arms.
"Ya saved my rear again!" Harley exclaimed as she clung to my shoulder, and I sighed, pushing her face away when she tried to rub her cheeks against my helmet.
"Don't get used to it..." I replied, prying the crazy blonde off my shoulder while feeling an urge to take off my mask to rub my forehead in exasperation, already questioning my decision to save her.
"Yer just saying that! Yer probably already enchanted by bodacious bongos and resplendent rear end!" Harley replied as she made a pose that emphasized her curves.
"It's not that resplendent..." I replied, rolling my eyes as I turned to the werewolf, freezing as I found no trace of him. Inspecting the area, I immediately spotted him slinging the gunman over his shoulder and taking off, running out of the hospital.
"Hey! The losers are runnin' away!" Harley exclaimed as she watched the werewolf take off with his friend. I hesitated for a moment, but I shook my head and decided to let them go.
"It's too dangerous to chase after them blindly," I remarked as I looked away from the werewolf, turning to the hospital.
"Besides, we're not here for them," I concluded as I walked to the hospital's entrance, picking up the nearest living thug and dragging him along for the ride.
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