Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

The Final Floor

A dozen more of those golems crawled their way out the ground with the sound of rocks scraping against each other.

And here America thought it was gonna be easy since it was a 4 vs 1.

The Syrian fellow plopped down on a log, legs spread and each arm rested against his thighs. With a wave of his hand, the monsters stomped forward towards the 4 of them.

No matter how many they took down, their rocky bodies would stick back together, good as new.

America and Russia nodded towards each other, lunging for Syria who was still hunched lazily in his seat. Not without a few more golems materializing in front of them to stop their onslaught, to no avail. These rock things seemed like just apart of Syria's ability, but truth be told, he actually quite cherished them like they were his own pets.

Back when he was younger, they'd carry him around on the palm of their hand to help him maneuver around despite his sight (or complete lack thereof). Service dogs but much bigger... and rockier.

They can't see either because Syria can't, and he's controlling them - hence why they're acutely responsive to audio cues. But at least tripping over a flight of stairs hurts less when in their hand. Also hence why seeing (or rather hearing) them get demolished like this did cause a few veins to prod his forehead.

These two... they worked very well with each other. Very aware of each other's fighting style, one more sadistic and controlled while the other, rough and forceful. Knowing this information made it all so much easier for them to cover for each other's weak spots.

Though one was much more adept at fighting techniques than the other, the dragon made up for it with his raw firepower.

America blasted through the army of oversized rocks, guns blazing. Taking no time to demolish the wave, especially with that practical ability of his. Russia clawed his way through it with brute force and a little bit of blue sparks.

At last, Syria finally felt threatened enough to stand, his cane snapping straight. His outfit was ill-fitting enough on the tight side to show his well defined muscles. Let's see if that's all for show or not.

America's arms clicked menacingly before firing a whole hail of bullets. All of which were deflected one by one by that cane, what the hell was that thing made of anyway?!

Then this is where Russia came in, while he was busy deflecting whatever Ame threw at him, Russia would close the distance to connect with rougher attacks. His claws were a good asset.

In the heat of the 2 vs 1, Syria lost track of the Russian and a punch hit him square in the jaw, his claws almost jabbed through the man's skull if it weren't for the golem he conjured underneath the Russian at record time. The golem materialized, sending a sucker punch right into Russia's lower stomach. Goddamn that hurt, I mean, it's made of rocks, what did Russia expect?

A spear came zooming past the Syrian man who didn't have a third arm to block it. Albeit he moved his head out of the way, it managed to scrape his blindfold, tearing it till it plopped to the ground, ragged and torn.

Two black eye sockets devoid of the organs that were supposed to be there. America immediately concluded that he was not born blind but rather it happened later in life.

Now this was getting annoying. America and Russia were already a handful to deal with, he hardly could keep up with the energy of these youths but now with a marksman at long range added into the mix? Keeping up would be almost impossible at this state.

Indonesia and Malaysia managed to escape into the giant tree using the Malaysian man's tail to pull them up. Carving the branches into spears was an easy task that they did almost everyday back home.