The Ranger, the Rouge, and The Bard: Order of the Dragons

Chapter 6: LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE

Chaos exploded in The Pit, as well it may have not been the smartest idea to kick down the door point in a general direction and say get them, as instantly half of the paranoid criminals in this underground fighting pit pulled out weapons. Some began fighting the undead who were pouring in through the front door, but it seems the undead weren't light on numbers decayed bodies and they were all armed some lug pipes and large tree branches while others hold knives, swords, bows, a real motley army but the flow of them seemed endless. They engage in combat with other patrons it's a mess as bottles fly and crack skulls while men and woman are ripped limb from limb by uncaring undead, with one especially unlucky man pitching through a newly broken part of the bars of the Pit's cage and crashing down into the pit where both beasts descend on him. Others began fighting each other using the chaos to settle scores and such, the only ones who were calm was the two groups in the corner though it didn't seem it would last as the corpse cussed under his breath. "Blackhat! The hell are they doing here? They must be here to try and interrupt our little dealings please excuse me." The corpse says standing, in his hands are two long chains in either hand the ends of which are topped with barbed hooks, along with his masked shadow men as they rush the undead pulling out gun, chains, and brace knuckles as they engage the undead while the Dragon Order rushes to the elevators not wanting to get caught up in the mix. The man whips his chains forward hooking two undead and reeling them in before punching his hand with superhuman strength through their torsos and ripping out their rotted but beating hearts. Jebidiah shakes Cole before just grabbing him and getting him and Carla down in cover behind the bar, "Cole buddy I don't know what's going on with you, but we are gonna get minced if we don't get!" He says having to duck to avoid a flying axe.

Cole shakes himself some color returning to his face as he realizes now is not the best time to freeze, he and his companions need to go. Cole flashes his eyes back to the entrance where The Violinist stands wading through the crowd each strum across the strings of the violin cause eruptions of sickly green magic which cuts down people like a scythe through wheat. One man manages to get in close and swing at him with knife but without missing a beat he catches the man's arm and with great force brings down his elbow upon the man's arm, with a sickening pop he dislocates it and before the man even has time to scream The Violinist catches it and drives it right through the man's eye all while the eyeless black holes of his mask stare down Cole. Jebidiah shakes him again "Cole we gotta go!" Cole stands and points to the elevators, "I had nabbed a key if we can get there, we can probably get to a first story window, it would be safe to jump." Cole says after a second of thought. Carla peaks up over the bar seeing as the undead are quickly overwhelming the living other than the strange shadowy shades "I agree but we need to act quick those undead are closing in fast!" She says worried.

Meanwhile The Violinist closes in his eyes on the bar he dodges the first of a shadowy man judo flipping them over his shoulder before throwing a knife into their throat causing the shade to burst in a puff of shadowy mist. "Cole Blackheart enough games come out now and maybe I will consider letting those two you are with live." He says stalking forward as fighting continues around him. Cole looks at his companions "I have a plan, I'll distract him, you two get ready to fight your way to the exit immediately okay." He says standing before his compatriots can argue passing Carla the magic rune. "You want me well then come in get me!" Cole says drawing a knife into his good hand and he slides over the bar. "Seems you will die a fool; well, I think I'd rather not dirty my blade. So, kill him." He says flicking his bow across the strings in a discordant melody causing the horde to surge forward. Cole charges to meet them crashing into the first blade flashing as he craves his blade through their rotten flesh nearly taking its head off in one strike. Cole manages to block another blow from some brass knuckles stabbing one zombie through the head and pulling back so hard the hilt cracks open the decayed skull of one behind him. The others swarm around him and Cole feels a blow from a pipe strike against his lower back making him arch it as he spins doing a sweeping kick and knocking a few undead down, but more barrel down on top of him, he strikes down one with a stabbing right through its rotted skull but he's getting overwhelmed, he hopes his companions have escaped. As a few more hits land and he definitely hears a rib break Cole falls back gasping in pain, his breath ragged as he looks up at that leering skull mask grinning at him behind the undead, in this moment just feeling the malice and glee radiating from The Violinist.