Corpsemaker stood in a mockery of parade rest, watching as the Little Epic broke through The wall, killing toy soldiers and generally causing Mayhem. He was indeed very powerful. More powerful than Corpsemaker had originally assumed. Not that it mattered, The soldiers were literal Cannon Fodder, and Collaborate’s followers would be easy kills for Murphy and Leech. Probably. Those two were the only Epics in his employ that he had yet to see fight. This would be a good test for them, if they ever showed up.
Corpsemaker watched as Collaborate ripped a car apart, using it to block bullets before using it as a battering ram. Idly he mused about the waste of Talent. If they had managed to recruit Collaborate, he could have had thousands of soldiers following him. Instead, he would die alone.
Footsteps from behind announced the Arrival of Leech and Murphy. Both were panting from their extended run from the the barracks. They stopped behind him, out of his line of sight, and he could hear Leech whistle appreciatively at the size of the opposing force.
“That’s what we’re going up against? That’s a lot of men. And one powerful Epic.”
Corpsemaker nodded, still watching Collaborate. “Yes, just one Epic. I will take him. You two just deal with the vanilla’s. Don’t engage the Epic. Just kill his followers.”
They didn’t respond, but after a moment, hurried forward towards the Battle. The two epics split up, each going to a different Side of the Battle. Corpsemaker waited until they attracted attention from the soldiers, then walked forward. As Collaborate killed the Last Toy, he called out to the epic “COLLABORATE!!! STOP WASTING YOUR TIME KILLING PUPPETS!! COME AND FACE THE MASTER!!!
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Murphy dashed forward, mentally counting soldiers and figuring out what to do. The easiest thing would be to get in the middle and get them to start shooting. Most of them would shoot each other, and then he could just grab a gun and start firing himself. Then he could-
An Owl crashed down next to him, skidding to a stop after leaving a streak of blood. The surprise of the event was enough to make Murphy jump to the side, which saved his life again, as a bullet whizzed by, embedding itself into a nearby wall.
Murphy scowled at the soldier who had fired. He turned, and then threw his hand forward, as if casting a spell. The soldier panicked, assuming he was a ranged Epic, and fired his gun. The Magazine burst, and the soldier through down the gun and ran. Murphy charged into the group of men, rather annoyed at the whole thing. Most of them started firing at him, but only hit their comrades, one tried to throw a grenade, but it simply exploded before leaving the man’s hand, blowing his arm off.
Murphy started laughing at that point. Why had he been nervous earlier? These mortals were nothing compared to him. He stooped down, grabbing a gun from a fallen soldier, and let loose, pulling the trigger again and again until the few remaining soldiers started fleeing. He chased after them, grabbing more guns as he ran out of ammo. Most of his shots didn’t hit, but enough of them did that there were constantly men falling, their corpses splaying out in a beautiful pattern, their limbs tripping their fellows, giving Murphy the opportunity to finish them off.
None of them survived to reach the entrance.
Murphy funted around, finding a gun with a full magazine, and turned to survey the rest of the battle. Where Leech had been fighting, there was white mist everywhere. The man himself was kneeling in the center of a carpet of Corpses, his hands around the throat of a soldier. The white mist was dripping from dozens of bulletholes, some going clear through the Epic’s Head. The effect was rather majestic to watch.
He turned again, this time looking for Corpsemaker and Collaborate. That fight looked to be going very badly.
Badly for Collaborate at least.
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