KOF 2017 - Mission 11b) Man Bites Dog

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Description: Within the laboratory, the meddlesome trio uncover a terrible truth about the nature of the lab. Deep in the heart of what looks like experimental hell, Zach Glenn, master monster hunter of the Glenn Clan, has to brave it alone. With only the sweet thoughts of his beloved Honoka to keep him safe, he will let the rest of the investigative team secure the topside. He himself will pick through the maze of endless dog cages, and discern the darkest secrets of this seemingly labyrinthine maze. There, he may just discover that monsters are not born, but made...

The mission had already started.

The Southpoint Canine Lab was barren, devoid of people, and filled with garbage. Loose papers and remains amongst the few remaining computers, thrown open file cabinets, and empty kennels. It was abandoned, and very recently too. This wasn't a smooth shutdown, this was an evacuation. With Faolan, Bob, and his two partners, Zach Glenn had his own focus. Across the grounds there were a lot of administration, but very little labs.

Except for the one building, by the stack of empty kennels.

It was a single building by the empty kennels, a large empty hanger style building. Hooks, cranes, and various shipping tools within almost made it looks like a warehouse. At one far end, a triple reinforced sealed door, bearing a smashed keypad, and a crank-style wheel to seal it. In the middle of the building was an industrial elevator, big enough to house a whale. The electronics were working fine, while this area had the strong smell of dogs, there was no sign of the animals. The grounds were hosed off recently, the concrete was still wet. Having a large elevator made things suspicious.

The 3-inch deep claw marks and bite marks on the elevator railing, however, belayed what lay beneath.

There was sounds outside the warehouse, but Faolan and Bob could handle it. What matters now was that Zach Glenn and his pair of experts had a mission. Descend into the depths, by elevator or by doorway. And find out the mysterious that was below. The Canine Southpoint Lab had a secret tied to the Mortal Kombat tournament. Something smelled rotten here. And Zach Glenn and his men had to find out. Still.

It was never too late to back out.

Zach and his two confederates make use of the doorway; getting stuck in an elevator is a terrible place to be tactically speaking. Zach has point, while the two others watch his back. Glenn turns to the two associates. "Chavez," he says quietly. "Find a computer, get whatever information you can." The Hispanic man nods once, and glides off to follow his orders. Zach takes in a deep breath, and casts his thoughts out around them. Something's... 'off' doesn't quite cover it. "Hibiki, watch my back."

The Asian man unslings a military-style carbine, and starts scanning as Zach's own hand drifts back to the wakazashi sling horizontally across the small of his back.

The doorway was originally a simple keypad action; type in the numbers, door unlocks. It looks like -somebody- destroyed the mechanism as a parting gift for the evacuation. In any case, something, or someone, was gonna have to cut through the bolts locking it in place. Thermite is traditional, though the modern warrior tended towards a more exotic arsenal.

Chavez actually is able to locate a computer readily; it seems it was a fixed terminal from the 80s that was too bulky to move. A quick execution chain through the command lines makes it out to at least be a UNIX interface. It's disconnected from the central database (not surprising considering the evacuation), leaving no proper cargo records for the up and down, but seems to still have local logs of elevator services going up and down from the last 48 hours, along with a security log for both entrances. It looks like the last bout of activity literally was last night; constant elevator rises and falls, check-ins on both sides with the final elevator action taking place around midnight. The doorway's last action was an ongoing *ERROR* message, taking place around 2 AM, after the entrance being used at 2 AM last night right before it.

Zach squints at the bars, realizing that he is not about to cut that material anytime quickly or easily. Luckily, Zach Glenn is a man who embraces ideas both new and old as they suit him or the situation. He waves to Hibiki, both pointing with two fingers at the bolts. Hibiki sizes the door up, stowing his rifle even as Zach brings a pistol to the ready. Glenn takes up overwatch as Hibiki simply pulls a coil of material out of his pack. This is looped carefully around each exposed bolt.

Chavez continues his dive, extracting and storing as much information as he can; things appear to have gotten hairy, and Glenn brought Hibiki along for a /reason/. Explosions might prove inevitable.

Hibiki spools out more of that material, which Zach quickly recognizes as high-grade detcord, before waving Zach back. He fiddles with a small box of some kind before depressing a large red button, which detonates the cutting charges.

While the cargo data is still not present, a detail that Chavez might note is the calculated weight of the elevator trips. The weight going down would be increased, while the weight going up would be significantly lighter. That is, stuff was being moved -down- rather than up within the 48 hour period. The security data also comes from the same identifier: FRELIND000. The only security data, in fact; all the actions in transportation was done by this one person, up to the last door action.

Detcord solves the door problem precisely and without complications, as the charges slice right through the latches. The door jerks open, as even the crack latch is unable to keep a grip on the door. There is a hot breath of damp air from below, a musty smell, as a staircase winding downwards reveals itself. Looks like the alternative to the elevator was hoofing it.

Zach and Hibiki trade positions again, Zach taking the lead and Hibiki providing overwatch as Zach steps through the doorway. The elevator's not really an option. Zach trains the pistol ahead of him as Hibiki takes up the rearguard.

"Claidheamh," Zach hears over his headset. Chavez, going through records. "Whatever happened here happened just last night. Looks like everything that could be cleaned out was cleaned out in a damned hurry." Zach thinks furiously as the pair head down the stairs. "Watch your ass," Zach tells Chavez.

It's the sound of the dogs that come first.

Picking through the dimly lit stairs, it would be the sound that revealed the heart and soul of the labs. The barking starts faint, the wild sounds of a dog pound rising up. Occasionally a whine would shrieks above the sounds, but only occasionally, only once in a flicker. The noise, the endless, pitiful noise only grew louder and louder. As the flights of stairs winds further and further down, the sound only grew stronger as the smell transformed. Not the smell of beasts, of dogs, of animals, but a faint stench of rotten fruit, so soft and vague. Finally, the pair would reach the bottom of the stairs, where a doorway hung open.

The kennels.

The passage into the underground labs was barely 3 feet across. The shape of the cooridors were outlined by the kennels, each were 5 by 5 by 5 feet, and housed a single dog in each one. The doorway itself was partially blocked by the edge of the cages stacked up to the ceilings irregularly. Ahead, with dirty LED bulbs shining dimly to the stained passages below, the shapes and rattles of the occupants of the cages lashed out.

Not the ones by the doors.

The four cages by the doorway held dead dogs, shot to death judging by the wound positioning. The animals themselves look twisted and deformed, though whether by their care or something more sinister was unknown. Each looked wrong for a dog. One had too many muscles and shapes somewhere between a bulldog and a greyhound, legs too stocky to uphold it's weight and shape. Another was built like a mastiff, but it's legs were too short in the back. The third actually had five legs, a fifth deformed one stuck out and still moving, as the shape of a smaller dog seemed to be struggling underneath the naked skin of it's dead host. The fourth looks like a German Shepard without lips, stuck in a rigor grin as it stared lifelessly up with piercing blue eyes. The only pattern between the corpses? The blood was fresh, they were killed recently by whatever shot them. If all of the experiments were to be killed, it seemed to have stopped here, as the sound of the dogs ahead continue to rattle.

The cages seem to form passageways, that split to the left and right about 30 feet within.

Zach kneels for a moment, pulling a knife free to scratch at the floor to mark the path before gesturing to Hibiki. Both men take the left trail. Both men are fully expecting some kind of ambush.

Ambush was what puts it lightly.

Plunging into the depths of the kennels, it quickly falls into a maze. A left turn becomes another four way split, a dead end, a turn, a turn. And every kennel has its own story. Some are stacked with the rotting dead, some are stacked with the rotting life of dogs in agony, turned and twisted in festering, self-inflicted wounds. Some animals are just cowering in a corner of the cage, tail tucked between their legs, or tails as the case would be. Others snaps at the cages, poking their long faces to try and snap at Zach and his companion. And others are just silent, staring with all too human eyes, watching, and waiting, and licking their chops in the spiraling maze of cages.

The opening is at the elevator.

The base, naturally, lacks an elevator, it would have to be called. But even here, the opening is surrounded by cages, with a forklift turned over at the side. Here, there is actually a true break from the cages: A broad-mouthed entrance-way, cut out crudely from the walls, into what looks like a large-scale surgical room. The dogs continue their snapping and barking, as a howl rips through the animals like a virus, a cacophony that spreads through the underground.

Zach and Hibiki are careful to leave markings to find thier way back out of the maze when the time comes, as they walk towards the surgical room. Zach had noticed the stares, the reactions of the animals. The layout of the place. It's obvious there were experiments going on here. Nothing even close to humane or ethical here. "Chavez," Zach asks his headset, "You have everything?" He waits. "Everything we're likely to find, 'mano," is the reply. It'll have to do.

"Hibiki," Zach waits until he feels Hibiki's attention on him. "Do your thing. Be thorough. Remote detonator." With that, Hibiki slinks off to plant the explosives he'd need to do the job.

"Chavez," Zach says again into the headset. "Hibiki's doing his thing. Not sure how it's going to affect the surrounding area. Maybe warn the others?" The reply is a simple double click of the radio in affirmation as Chavez takes off to warn Bob and Faolan.

Then Zach waits. Ready. This seems like an excellent place for some kind of boss encounter.

The surgical room was used... now.

Tools and trays were spread all around the tables; There were a total of 6 tables, designed for canines. Each one had a single dog on it. The tools on the side were dirty, unsterile, and wet. At the far side of the room, a single door rested, with mirrored windows against a side room. The tools themselves were of a cruel laboratory nature. Some were clearly used for vivisection, others for more... specific operations.

Some of those operations were in effect right now.

Two of the dogs were cut apart, dead. Without a knowledge of anatomy, you might not even notice the second heart, or the egg inside. The third was alive, asleep peacefully. The fourth? Pregnant, ready for a Cesarean birth to end a cycle. The next? Writhing and whining, splayed and strapped into position to artificially begin the circle of life anew. But it was the final one was the most troubling of a list of troubling developments.

The last one looked human.

It was the shape of a human, wrapped around a dog. That was the best way to describe it. The bones were twisted into a humanoid form. It was muzzled, breathing hard as it's eyes danced around, terror in them. That in itself was troubling enough. But as the pair approaches... it suddenly spasms, a wave of chi energy overcoming it.

The sound comes out over a loudspeaker.

Static filled, it was old technology. Old and weathered. A woman's voice comes out. "So you finally made it, you're not going to leave me alone, are you?" The words come out, a little too bright, a little too chipper, with the faintest accent. "You're not going to let me keep it all? You're just going to bury me in this hole, clean up 30 years of scientific work, just because you think you can just wipe away my family, and rebuild anew in some god-forsaken outpost in Siberia? 30 years. After 30 years, I've bred these animals, over and over again, until their genetic strings unspooled, and I just wound it back up again. I won't let you take away my Gears."

"Not after I found out how to command them."

The dogs all fall silent in unison. The only sound, outside of Hibiki and Zach, was the hum of the LED lights overhead. Even the creature on the surgical table stopped moving, it's eyes staring dead ahead as it forces breathes out of it's broken lungs. The silence is broken by an immediate, sputtering laugh from the loudspeaker. "It stopped. They all stopped. You don't need command gears, you never needed them. When they find your corpses, that's all the evidence they will need of my genius!"
hroughout the maze behind Zach and Hibiki, the sound of cage doors swinging open remotely in cascading unison.

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

And the sound of snarling dogs erupts throughout the underground.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn equips a lustrous Mugentou.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Southpoint Hoard has joined the fight here.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Southpoint Hoard

Hibiki trades his carbine for a shotgun, and then finds a dead end to camp in as the cages throw themselves open. Zach brings his Colt to a ready position. "We're not Russian, lady," Zach says as his right hand reaches behind his back, taking the grip of the wakazashi and sliding it free. Shimmering golden light slides along the length of the blade. The term "Gear" gets his attention, though. "Was Testament your doing?" he asks almost conversationally.

He is calm, he is ready, as he thumbs back the pistol's hammer.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn focuses on his next action.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Southpoint Hoard

"You're United Nations tools, aren't you?"

The conversation continues from the loudspeaker as if she could hear them. Already, the beasts strapped to the tables were writhing. Dead ends were common, though the dogs were scrambling. Crawling, squirming, bounding, and pouncing over each other, they moved with the kind of pack instincts that would be practical for such beasts. The noise becomes pure chaos as the sounds of barking, yelping, howling, and whining come in unison.

The first wave comes hurling into the operation room.

The able-bodied beasts crawl over each other, moving in unison. Distended spines extend elongated necks with baring teeth and oozing saliva snake as multi-legged creatures shift in a mass of fur and fang. They hurl themselves in, flipping one of the cut open companions from the surgical table as they surge at both Hibiki and Zach. The mass hurls into Hibiki to encircle and drag him away. At Zach? THey would simply smash into him to tear in a full force of countless ripping teeth. All while the loudspeaker rants.

"Testament was a failure, all the humanoids are a failure! You turn a man into a monster, and they only use their power to get revenge. You give it to a dog, an animal, and it can only obey, it can only follow orders! 30 years of forcing these dogs into each other, again and again, culling the weak, the uncontrollable, the insane, and the broken to create a master race of canines! Almost a master race. It just needed the last spark to create the perfect artificial Darkstalker, to mass-produce! Tessitore understood this! And her thesis worked!"

"You just needed the power from beyond to transform them!"

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn just-defends Southpoint Hoard's Elegy of Lost Opportunity!

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Southpoint Hoard

Hibiki leans against his wall, and calmly dumps shell after shell of buckshot into the incoming hounds. He chose his terrain as best he could; none of the hounds would get behind him. Zach calmly smacks and slams his way through the oncoming horde of canines, not really doing any damage, but not taking any either.

"Nope," Zach says in easy response to whether he works for the United Nations. Hibiki calmly lobs a fragmentation grenade into the mass of dogmosters, before resuming fire with the shotgun. Zach hears the explosion and the easy rhythym his partner is laying down. "Glenn," Chavez calls over the radio, "What's going on down there?"

Zach waits a measured moments for the hounds to charge him again. "Nothing much," he responds calmly, noting the high notes of the rant. "Just the welcoming committee." He takes a swift step in, energy washing from the blade up and into Zach's arm as he experimentally reaches for its power. Then he takes a wide swing with that otherworldly artifact the slice through as many of the hounds as he can!

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn channels the veins of the burning blood.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Southpoint Hoard

COMBATSYS: Southpoint Hoard blocks Zach Glenn's Dragon's Tail.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Southpoint Hoard

"You deny my science?!"

Zach's answer may have been misunderstood, as the woman continues her ranting as the canines are met with equal fervor. The assault is powerfully rebuffed, driving back the horde as one would send back the very waves of the ocean. Meanwhile, Hibiki was cornered, but every shotgun blast kept the creatures from closing in. The explosion of the frag grenade rips through the waves as well, cutting through cages as well as anything, without knocking cages astray. The corpses quickly begin to choke the narrow corridor of cages before him, as they stack higher and higher. The beasts are forced to crawl over the dead, as they focus with feral eyes.

"You know they will kill you too!"

The loudspeaker rants as the dogs recoil. As the culling blade comes, the very shape and nature of the hoard shifts. The larger, stronger dogs recoil, unable to totally escape the blade. But with a pained yelp, three smaller, deformed dogs hurl themselves in the path in suicidal defense of the strong. It was functioning as an organism, not a simple pack. Already, the beasts were pulling back around Zach, pacing back and forth as the reinforcements hang behind. The wave of dog was ceased as it stared down the barrel of Zach Glenn.

As the woman continued.

"They won't let you escape with what you've seen, what you've learned! You'll be another loose end, just like me! You'll be locked away in a dirty lab, to watch in silence. I was so close to greatness. They just had to transport the SCP here, and we could have had a factory for them! Hundreds of thousands of my dogs as a singular army! And we wouldn't need the command gears! We wouldn't need to rely on them! It could be me! I could control them all, like now! Their senses filling me, the smell, the sensations! Kill DOG as a Sacrifice to DOG!"


The mantra of madness continues as the mastiff begin bounding forward in a cautious, precise cycling motion. Three dogs, moving in unison, would bound forward to snap at Zach, before recoiling. And as they returned, another three would move forward in sync. A cycle of dogs, attempting to pick off Zach. The tactical mind was well past a simple dog. But it was more in line with a scientist...

A limitation of her specialization.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn just-defends Southpoint Hoard's Fierce Bite!

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Southpoint Hoard

Hibik does as Hibiki does: calm, rational action that is punctuated with plenty of explosions. It's working for now.

Zach leans forward a little bit, before wading in. Pommel to the first dog, pistol whip the second, crescent kick to the third. Not nearly enough force to /harm/ the mutts, but enough to keep the fangs off of him. "They can try," Zach says almost amicably.
Zach sweeps that wakazashi again, leaning into the strike a bit more. He recognizes that this is not the best method to deal with something like this. Time for a change in strategy.

COMBATSYS: Southpoint Hoard endures Zach Glenn's Sweeping Strike.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Southpoint Hoard

A wall of glowing eyes meet Zach, as the cycle continues.

Hibiki's space was growing smaller and smaller, as the wave slowed down simply from the masses of the dead. The last corpse, a brutal mastiff standing 6 feet at the shoulder, was the heap at the top, as the mass of the dog dead were approaching the ceiling. The ever present battle between an unstoppable wave of bodies and limited ammunition was at a standstill,as the dogs begin to claw and dig around the corpses, while others peer and snap at the cages from each side, attempting to force in from the flanks. For the moment, Hibiki was getting a respite from the endless assault.

That is, until the dogs find another way through.

Nervous laughter comes over the intercom, as the dogs deftly encounter the results of a lifetime of training. "I- no, stop!" The woman sputters, as the dogs continues their cycle. As the counter-attack comes, the beasts suddenly cease the cycle as the woman -screams- in rage.


And the dogs force through.

It wasn't biting and tear now, as the wave of dogs move as a singular mass, surging forward into the blade, and with it, into Zach. They would carry him, lift him off his feet to barrel over the tables and tools to smash him HARD into the wall. Not even fur and fang, the mass would collapse and bury him with the corpses of the dogs and the living, breathing creatures that hungered. All as the woman sputters. "I just needed more time, and they could have been perfect. The perfect weapon, mass produced and expendable. Soon the whole world will have my dogs."

"And I will be their queen!"

COMBATSYS: Southpoint Hoard successfully hits Zach Glenn with Strong Tackle.
- Power hit! -

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Zach Glenn [E]   1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Southpoint Hoard

Hibiki eyes the situation carefully, and pulls out a different shotgun. Double barrelled, this one is clearly marked with bright yellow duct tape on the stock of the rifle. He winces, knowing he has exactly two shots with this thing before further use becomes far more risky than useful. However, that is one big pile of dog burrowing through more dog. All in a nice tight area. Hibiki pulls the first trigger. The shotgun roars, belching out a column of incendiary metal at the mass of dog meat. The Asian hunter gives it a three count before pulling the second trigger and launching /more/ fire and metal down that makeshift corridor.

Zach, for his part, gets buried alive without even a chance to call out. The breath is crushed out of him as he tries to fight his way clear of the mass of insane canines. "Not..." he rasps as he readjusts his grip on the Mugentou aiming the tip of the weapon in the direction he /thinks/ is up, "...today!"

The blade erupts with golden light, hopefully slashing an opening for Zach to clamber out of.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn successfully hits Southpoint Hoard with Swift Blade.
- Power hit! -

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Zach Glenn [E]   1/---====/=======|=======\===----\1 Southpoint Hoard

Hibiki's tactical decision functions, for the most part.

As dog burrows through dog, the burst of fire and steel rips into the mess. The penetration is lacking, but the impact was more meaningful, as a head pokes through in tandem. The skull is ripped apart, tearing it through the nervous system. The dog figure writhes and wriggles, forcing itself through without a brain stem, before ultimately collapsing at his feet. The second fire comes, as Zach rips out his sword, unleashing the flash of golden light.

And the path clears.

It was only a moment, but moments were eternities in the depths. There is a great howl of pain, partially the dogs, but mostly the woman on the loudspeaker, as she shrieks in pain. Before it quickly collapses into laughter. "Incredible! I never would have- this is a fascinating side effect!" The babbling continues, as the beasts recoil, howling in pain and limping. They were reforming themselves into a front; even Hibiki was getting the pressure off him (though he still had the wall of meat to surpass, if he wasn't going to stay put).

And something hurls at Zach's flank.

The dog in the shape of a man, twisted and broken in alien bones and flesh, lurches at Zach with warped, claw-tipped hands and a crooked jaw with broken teeth. The creature attempts to rend and bite into Zach, a mauling that's probably quite familiar to the Darkstalker hunter. All the while the woman babbles.

"I share their senses, and they share mine?"

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn endures Southpoint Hoard's Combo Mauling.

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Zach Glenn [E]   1/=======/=======|=======\===----\1 Southpoint Hoard

Hibiki switches back to the non-fouled shotgun; he has a couple more drums' worth of shells for it in any case. He waits for targets to present themselves as opposed to simply blind-firing down the alley.

Zach plants his feet, gathering energy into his left fist as the dogs get in close. "Yeah," he asks, a slight rasp of pain as the dogs tear into him, "That /is/ interesting. Let's see if you feel this!" More psychic force gathers, causing the limb to tremble as Zach take a single step. Then another. It's not easy; the dogs are still ripping and tearing at him, adding his own blood to that of the creatures. Zach plants his feet, then attempts to slam that fist into the oddly human-looking monster. Hopefully the fist connects with explosive force!

COMBATSYS: Southpoint Hoard fails to interrupt Explosive Strike EX from Zach Glenn with March to the Bitter End EX.
- Power fail! -

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Zach Glenn [E]   2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\======-\1 Southpoint Hoard

There is a crunching sound.

Slowly, steadily, the boneless creature lumbers, moving with a steady, unfailing gait. It's face is a wall of teeth, it's eyes are tiny black orbs at the side. It's stocky frame was nearly 6 feet at the shoulder, but it's gait was wrong. The creature moves slowly, transfixed forward, as the shotgun blast from Hibiki rips forward. The blasts hit it's rippling form... and it turns, it's attention fixed on Hibiki, as the blasts are absorbed harmlessly to its rubbery hide.

It begins to close in on Hibiki.

The creature on Zach, however, well, explosive force is an understatement. While it was physically strong, it's form was fairly unstable, to say the least. As the explosive fist comes, there is a scream from the intercom, as the creature is functionally liquified, collapsing into a slurry of flesh across fragmenting bones. The horde of dogs was a trickle now, as they reform around the massive rubbery mastiff closing in on Hibiki.

"Why isn't this working?" The voice says over the intercom.

Hibiki dumps three rounds into the rubbery beast. Nothing. He stows the shotgun. Immune to kinetic impacts maybe? The man brings out three grenades, pulls all three pins, and lobs them at the thing. It's the explosion, three of them so close together that they are practically one sound, that gets Zach's attention.

Zach whirls, roughly locating his partner with his talents, before taking off to find the man. Dogs still remain, and Zach decides to put them down on his way to back Hibiki up. Reaching deep into his talents, training, and experiences Zach forms swords. Lots and lots of swords. Katanas, claymores, wakazashis. If it's metal meant to be held in one hand or two for the purposes of slashing and stabbing, at least one shows up in the effort. All of them are formed from psychic energy. They shatter on impact, only to be replaced by another weapon as Zach charges through the horde of mass produced Darkstalkers. Zach realizes something as he progresses: there was a familiar sensation to the technique. The psion, in addition to using his own power, taking small... fragments of souls in to power the Swords of Light. Just like he did against Daniel Little in the Living Forest.

Zach's assault is relentless, seemingly unstoppable. Powered by fear for his parnter, and by rage at what had been done here.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn channels the glare of the vicious eye.

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Zach Glenn [E]   2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\======-\1 Southpoint Hoard

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn channels the beat of the tireless heart.

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Zach Glenn [E]   2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\======-\1 Southpoint Hoard

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn successfully hits Southpoint Hoard with #Claíomh Solias EX+#.
+ Epic Hit! +

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Southpoint Hoard


The soul fragments rise from the dead, as the beast corners Hibiki, lurching in as the blows fail to penetrate meaningfully. The jaw opens, as the wall of teeth part with decapitating force. Closer, and closer, and closer, and closer. Slithering up and over the mound of meat, it looms over.

And Zach strikes.

The purifying blade slices through the dogs, the cages, and the last beast. A clean cut, ripping through it all. And finally, with a wet, sickening thump, there was silence. Pure silence. Even the loudspeaker was silent. The dogs were dead. Slain.

And the scientist had nothing to say at that.

COMBATSYS: Southpoint Hoard takes no action.

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COMBATSYS: Southpoint Hoard can no longer fight.

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Or Zach killed her in the back lash. There was a lot of dog killing, and she felt all of it. Zach is satnding behind the corpse of the mastif beast as it falls, looking a bit winded even as his wounds start to slowly close. Hibiki regards Glenn with wide eyes, which causes the American to grin a bit. You'd have to know Hibiki. "How many," Zach asks him. Hibiki shows fingers /and/ thumbs. "That many," Zach asks with surprise. Hibiki gives him a glare, and Zach shows open hands to placate. "I know, I know. I told you to be thorough." Another hand signal. "Plenty of time," Zach agrees as the two turn to make an exit.

"Chavez," Zach says. "How goes?" A click, followed by some words. "Hibiki and I are on our way out. Got ten minutes from my mark to get out of Dodge." Zach glances at Hibiki, who nods back. "Mark."

The two men start sprinting for the exit.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn has ended the fight here.

"That's okay."

The woman's voice rises over the loudspeaker, as the two men sprint to the stairs. "That's okay. Will begin the experiments anew. Fresh stock of dogs, we can rebuild from the remaining dogs. We'll rebuild, and then we will rise again. The United Nations will stare at our creation, and cower. What a great betrayal that will be!" The voice of the woman drifts from the down the stairs, as the pair rush upwards. "We will then control all of the world, and we will stage history as others stage plays. I will marry, and with my stock, will found the purest dynasty ever known to man. Together we will rule the whole of this pitiful planet. I am the Wrath... the Wrath of Dog..."

"Who else is with me? %"

Hibiki smirks, as if to say 'Good luck doing that in ten minutes." Zach frowns, though. "Hey lady," he calls out. "Who the hell /are/ you, anyway?" Straight forwards, sure, but it might work. Not that this stops either man from running; time waits for no man after all.


The laughter rises from down below.

"I am Doctor Lindberg, the last of the great scientists! And I will return! I will rise, and return! And.... and...."

The sound drowns below, as they escape the sounds of the loudspeakers.

Log created on 16:52:05 08/27/2017 by P-Body, and last modified on 23:43:52 08/29/2017.