Army of the Damned

VOLUME 4 Chapter 9

Rain poured hard on the dark lonely night. The freight train weaving through the mountainside like a snake avoiding obstacles and its body following. Fighting is everywhere from the front to the back between the United Nations, the Intruders, and Elizadeaths Group who were making a bigger mess of things. From the cab of the train, the engineer could see the unfolding chaos as the Boosters in the far back were on the verge of getting captured, Bahamut having to constantly go back and forth to contain the problem.

As the freight train curves even more, he could see behind the 5th helper locomotive, on the Special Containment Boxcar, a pretty petite lady in a latex pants and rolled up sleeve of a red shirt looked down inside it.

Jackson and Elizadeath are still locked in together, unable to corner one another for good as the General slowly found himself panting heavily and as he attempted to reach his pouch full of potions, the Sword Saint promptly grabbed his arm and head butted him in the face, making his nose bleed. "ARGH! YOU SON OF A-!" He then pulls the pin on the flashbang on his vest.

Its flash blinds both him and Saint, knowing that she's right up in front of him, he unholsters his revolver and fires a shot, sending her flying to the wall. "F-finally... Jesus, gimme a sec. That tired me out." grabbing the coffin, he uses it as a crutch to stand up, unbuckling his helmet straps to lift up his balaclava and spit the blood that has accumulated from his nose and mouth.

He turns his head to look at the Saint, somehow still unscathed after being shot by his enchanted revolver. "Fuck... ahhh... motherfucker, just what are you made out of?!" brushing her shoulders, she then leaned up. Staring straight at him."Not yet!" Standing up, she thrusts her sword at him which he dodges at the tight space of the railcar as he once again shoots at her but she teleports and looking left and right, he looks up and sees her dropping down on another player.

With a masked face, the beauty in heeled boots teleported away before the Saint could catch her. "BEHIND YOU!" His eyes widened, turning around the stiletto shoes of the player nearly took his head off as she kicked the stand of the Vampire Queen's resting place, making it fall face flat into the floor.

Disappearing into thin air, he began to scour around. Protecting the coffin itself as the Sword Saint dropped down from the edge. "Jackson, let me take this. The Gods have spoken to me, they have other plans for it." he turns to her, gun pointed. "As if! I have a job here! I won't let you or that Vampire bitch take this!"

Shaking her head, she unsheathes her sword and sprints towards him. The man's eyes were unable to believe the absurd speed as he fired his pistol, all shots bouncing off her plate armor and about to finally slash the Knight General, a hail of bullets came flying at her from the top.

A UH-60 Blackhawk transport helicopter's gunner opened fire on her with his door mounted M134 Minigun. Finally down, he walks right up at her, turning her around and pointing his gun at her face. He uses his free hand to yank her helmet out, revealing her beautiful face with her blue eyes and blonde hair. "Tell me. What are you planning? Why did you have to join this massive fucking mess?!" He draws his Glock closer at her face, his finger twitching on the trigger.

"Take me to dinner first." She kicks him, throwing him at the back of the railcar. The door gunner opens fire once again, riddling the floor with bullets but she has already gone with the wind. Jackson looks up once again and sees that both her and the other masked player are gone. "Tsk! Get down here right now! I need everyone on guard duty!"

Back at the rear of the train, the Countess is chasing after the stranger. He was stopped when he met Sir Anthony, struggling against Bahamut. The two were now trapped between extremely powerful foes. "Ah! Augustus! This scent! Oh you think taking the form of Man could hide you from me?"