The city was a veritable nightmarescape by this point in the battle. Countless bodies lay forgotten were they fell in the seemingly endless firefights and artillery barrages. Even Parasol Operators noted the sheer gruesomeness the fight had come down to. They were used to quick mechanized assaults and rapid victories, but the city's sheer cramped design rendered it impossible to do this, and only the battlesuits and stormtroopers they had could cover ground quickly with their jump packs. “Think anyone's alive out here?” A dwarven operator asked as he kicked over a dead human. “Besides us I mean.” A human operator shook his head. “Naw man, gas cloud rolled over here. Just dissipated a few hours ago, so anyone we didn't finish is long dead. Why even bother asking?” The dwarf shrugged. “Feels like someone's watching us is all.” “Ad what if they are? We got a dozen Operators plus a battlesuit. None of the militia would be dumb enough to attack our patrol outright.” as he said this they patrol was startled by a malicious laugh echoing around them. “Still think no-one's alive out here Angir?” The dwarf said as he joined the others in frantically looking around for the source. Finally, a little purplish-gray Equus stepped out from the shadows. “My my, look at all the poor people you've killed.” She said in a condescending tone. “FREEZE MOTHERFUCKER.” Angir shouted as he brought his Mag-Cel gun up. The other Operators followed suit, though another dwarf questioned why even bother. “It's just an Equus, and one without a weapon at that!” His answer was a good horrifying blast of arcane energy blowing a hole through his chest. “Holy shit!” One of the others shouted, but before they could even fire on it, the Equus was gone. “Shit, it's one of those.” Angir said grimly. “One of what?” A nervous Operator asked. “Unicorn. And not the kind the elves ride either. These ones are always annoying as all hell. Teleporting, bright kill-you magic... Basically one of them that knows what it's doing can be a colossal pain in the ass. And lucky us, we ran into one.” He said irritably. “Well that one seemed a bit off. I've never heard one laugh like that.”
“Up there!” an Operator shouted suddenly, the others wheeling around in time to see a bright white flash of light, and their target gone. This rather annoying cycle continued for a solid ten minutes, each time they failed to even bring their weapons up being greeted by that same apparently madness-riddled laugh. Finally, the cycle ended. It stood before the group a distance away, looking once more upon the fallen. “Now this just won't do...A ll these poor soldiers and citizens... Hey, I have an idea. Why don't I go ahead and give them something?” An Operator stepped forward, keeping his gun trained on it “Like what you little freak?” It smiled, and then, in an absolutely malicious tone that sounded as if it took joy in causing harm, said “Why, a chance to drag you down to hell with them of course!” And in a sudden flash of light, the Operator's eyes grew wide as it dawned on him. “NECROMANCER!!!!” A hand grabbed him as soon as he finished screaming and pulled his leg from under him as dozens of corpses began to stand, many still clutching their firearms and melee weapons. “Fuck! Fall back! Fall back to the perimeter!” Angir shouted as the others began firing on, or in the closest cases, beating back down, the undead horde coming after them. “What the fuck is a Necromancer doing here!?” “It's one of the city's godsdamned soldiers! What if they have more??” “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KILL THE ZOMBIES.” The whirring of an electric cannon signaled the battlesuit had finished squashing the zombies around it into past. “ Keep yer heads down boys! I got this!” The pilot said as his weapon roared to life, the first four rows of zombies being mowed down before the weapon overheated. He was altered to something behind him by a sharp beeping, and wheeled around to crush... Nothing. He'd just smashed his hammerfist into pavement. Before he registered the alert again, it was too late. A blast of energy managed to bore a large hole through both the pilot's and the suit's midsection. “Ohhhh.... That's much to big a hole ta be in a dwarf like me...” He muttered before he died, most of his vital organs having been disintegrated.
“Obok's hit! He's down!” One of the Operators shouted as the battlesuit went still, the gaping hole visible in it. “Fuck this! Retreat! Ever man for himself!” Angir shouted as he yanked his knife from a zombie's head before delivering a final punch that caused it to cease attacking. “What about Obok! We can't leave him here, the higher ups will kills us for leaving his battlesuit behind!” One of the other human Operators asked, clearly torn between running and getting the battlesuit back. “He's not on our side anymore! RUN.” Angir bolted as he said this, as did those Operators who weren't being dragged down or shot by the poorly aimed and wielded rifles several of the raised carried in their grips still. He and two dwarven operators managed to duck into a partially collapsed building when Obok's battlesuit began to move. “Stay down!” on of them said. One of the dwarves peered out to see the little Equus leading her horde towards the perimeter of the Parasol staging area. “What the fuck do we do now?” Angir blurted out when the coast was clear. “Radio the perimeter of course.” The first dwarf said. “What good will that do? That little mutant just tore through nine operators and a battlesuit like we were made of paper.” The other replied, despair clinging to his words. “Let me know what you come up with boys.” A terrifyingly familiar voice said. The trio looked in, Angir shining the flashlight on his Mag-Cel, revealing the Necromancer standing in front of a small hole in the wall.She'd heard them and was just waiting for them to finish talking to reveal herself.
And none of the three even had time to scream.
[So, here's the Necromancer character. Yes, she's a pony, but that is because that's what she's based on: A pony necromancer Corai played and wrote a story about fo fun, depicting her as a ruthlessly trollish psychopath who took great joy in slaughtering everything and inflicting terrible pain upon those she ran across, be they family, friends, or some random jackoff. Besides, they're already in, and in my opinion suitably wreck everyone's grasp of the timewar simply because of the "Da fuck is that doing here" factor.
Anyway, it looked like more in OpenOffice, and this is probably some of my worse work. Enjoy the aboirtion.]
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