Sans closed his eyes at what Hughes said. "to be honest, it doesn't really matter what you said." He admitted. "what matters is... that you were honest with yourself. i can sense your SOUL. you're a genuinely good person, i can see it."
This was interrupted, however, as a robotic voice said something, and Sans' eyes snapped open, his head swiveling to face the two robots. Without uttering a word, a wall of blue bones, in neat order, shot up out of the ground with small gaps between them, rising to the roof, separating P-body and ATLAS from Sans, Toph, and Hughes.
Blue bones are different from the normal white bones Sans has already used. Blue bones are unrealistically invincible. Entirely impossible to break. Their purpose? Don't move. One could shoot through you, but if you refused to move, the bone wouldn't hurt you. Blue bones, unlike white bones, required more magic to manifest. This means it would be impossible to break these bones down, or even pass through them.
"depends." Sans replied. "are you good?"
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Vegan snarled as the sword cut their back, tearing flesh.
Negan, inside, was surprised by another thing. That arrow earlier had pierced through him, yet now, the pain was gone. Alongside the enhanced strength, speed, and stamina, it seemed he'd gained a healing factor, too.
They dove to the side as Reagan fired her weapon.
Vegan's arms lengthened, snaking to the ground as they whirled about to Reagan, swinging their arms, cracking their lengthy arms like a whip, which happened to be the right length to slam into the weapon, shattering it upon impact with one whip, while the other wrapped around Reagan's legs, pulling them together as Vegan tugged back, sending Reagan flying to them. "We are bigger." Vegan snarled as their left arm shorted, and formed into the blade again in quick succession, and Vegan stabbed forward once more. "We are badder."
The blade slammed into Reagan, piercing her through the shoulder, and only went deeper as Vegan used this leverage to slam Reagan into the ground, the blade going nearly two feet through. Vegan got in her face, their long tongue flicking uncomfortably in her face. "And we are hungry..."
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Snake peeked around the corner of the broken wall to see multiple individuals begin brawling. Quickly, he retracted himself back from their view. He'd only just arrived here, having heard the sound of voices, only to stumble into a battle. He was unsure of what they were fighting about, or if he should intervene at all, or support any of them, though he did recognize the man in the armor, as well as the one with an odd obsession for spiders, considering he had an image of one on his back, and his chest, alongside a web design along his suit. If he were to intervene, he'd support those he knew.
However, he was more interested in seeing how things played out. Interested to see what these people could do.
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The room was silent, for the most part. There were the occasional thuds of something massive stomping nearby, outside of the room. Over a dozen individuals were wandering aimlessly around the room at the moment, waiting.
Waiting for something. Their target. Their enemy. Their nightmare.
A Hell Knight grunted to a nearby Hell Knight, who nodded, stomping toward the door. The entryway into the room to check to see if their target was there. However, when the Hell Knight stomped towards it, nearing it, the door suddenly opened, and an armor-clad individual stepped through the now open entryway. The demon stopped in its tracks as the Doomslayer looked up into the Hell Knight's face.
What happened next was complete and absolute chaos. The Hell Knight roared, blue hell fire surrounding its hand, but the Doomslayer was faster, whipping his shotgun out, he let out a single burst, which tore into the demon, causing it to stagger as Doomslayer raced forward, tossing the shotgun into his left hand as his right slammed into the Hell Knight's face, creating a crater of flesh and blood.
The dead Hell Knight fell to the ground as the Doomslayer lifted his left arm, pointing the shotgun at an imp just as it leaped at him. Firing, the shotgun tore through the imp as the Doomslayer turned his attention to the advancing demons. Imps, Possessed, Revenants and another Hell Knight.
Ten minutes later, the Doomslayer entered another room, leaving the previously demon infested one behind, covered in blood. He could hear stomping in the dark ahead, and out of it, ran a Baron of Hell, towering over the Doomslayer, easily dwarfing him. To any normal person, the Baron of Hell was what a real demon would look like, and the kind of demon nobody could survive.
Except the Doomslayer. He cared very little for his chances, which might seem slim at the moment. However, this was simply a Baron of Hell.
Piece of cake.
Doomslayer charged, equally matching the speed of the much larger foe, and dropped back onto his rear, sliding under the Baron as it swiped at the air where he'd just been. Doomslayer was quick on his feet, whirling about just as the Baron did too, snarling in anger. They charged again, and this time, Doomslayer leaped into the air, launching himself high as he aimed the shotgun. The Baron slowed, looking up just in time to get a face full of shotgun. Growling in anger rather than pain, the Baron brought an arm up to shield its face, blocking another shotgun blast just as Doomslayer landed on the ground in front of the demon, raising the shotgun to fire another shot into the Baron's gut. Blood splattered the soldier, but he didn't take this time to hold back. He never stopped fighting until his opponent was nothing but scattered guts and broken limbs.
Weakened, the Baron, snarling, dropping to a knee, allowing the Doomslayer to mercilessly toss his shotgun to the side, and grab the Baron's left horn, yanking it out of its head with a sickening suction sound. Before the Baron could even roar in pain, the Doomslayer turned the horn around, and shoved it through the larger foe's face, putting an end to it.
The dead Baron slumped to the ground as Doomslayer turned, picking up his shotgun, ready to tackle his next challenge, only to see the door in front of him become obscured by a swirling blue vortex that appeared. He could feel a tug as the portal attempted to suck him through.
The Doomslayer didn't question this portal in any way whatsoever. All he knew, was that it would absolutely lead to another blood bath with him on top. As always.
He was the bane of hell. He feared nothing, yet everything feared him.
Taking off at a run, the Doomslayer raced into the portal, which closed as he disappeared inside.
