Road Kill III [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

Third time's the charm. Maybe come this try again, the young man would be able to scour a few things worth more than a couple of coins. As per usual, dressed in the only thing that's actually been keeping him safe all this time, the young man decided to delve deeper into the car factory. He had already checked out at the staff area not too long ago and not really having found anything worth the trouble had just decided to try and kill enough of the mob shadows to somehow lure the 'momma shadow', as one of the other users had put it, out.

With that said, the red eyed civilian did hope that he didn't just jinx himself into something more life threatening than his current condition. Unfortunately, things always got worse and without fail.

[Erithania]

Beware the Four-Wheel-Desu!

Crazy Wheel

Skills
Agilao
Viper Smash

Resists: Fire
Weakness: Ice

[Vice Ysal]

"Man…that tire almost makes me not wanna kill you."

It wasn't often but it did happen. There were times when Vice could just stop and stare at some of the structural creations that the shadows could become. Given he had a thing for machinery and such, actually seeing a Wheel of all things, well that in itself is something else entirely. Unfortunately for both of them, the Crazy Wheel can't be admired forever and Vice can't afford to admire it for too long periods of time given that he is in a damn shadow nest.

As per usual, the fight, like all of Vice's fights, started off with having to get the fuck out of dodge from a ball of fire. That was made a bit more complicated what with all the lying machinery around and barrel rolling to a car's engine can pretty much hurt a lot more than a face plant. Well enough for Vice, he was skilled to the point that knowing where to roll to not get his ass roasted was something quite possible. A few bullets whizzed through the air, impacting against the tire's side. Much as Vice would have hoped for it to deflate, the shadow simply shook itself from the pain it must have felt.

Having to shoot a tire as beautiful as that, well, the shadow wasn't the only one in pain.

The whirring of the wheels, the sound which had slightly distracted Vice just due to how beautiful it was, began to increase its pace as the Wheel made its way towards the Civilian. Snapping out of his daze, the young man hastily brought up the swords he had in an effort to block the attack. Avoiding the brunt of the damage, the young man was luckily enough to only get a graze on his left arm while losing some feeling on both. Charging this time, the civilian thrust forward with his swords. Stabs, slashes, strikes, a whirling sense of battle came upon the wheel as it roared. A slow turn later and Vice had to deal with his chest on fire.

Stop, drop, and rolling the hell out of it, the young man stood back up to find himself thrown back again by another Viper Smash. Hissing at the sensation on his already toasty chest, Vice brought up his gun once more and fired openly at his opponent. The exchange went on ahead for a few more turns. Dodging, rolling, getting set on fire on Vice's part. Dodging, rolling, and getting shot on the Wheel's part. When Vice had gotten lucky though, his initial strike getting into the space between the thing's wheel, the Wheel couldn't get out of the exchange fast enough to have the wheel actually sliced apart.

Looking at the puddle on the floor, the black ichor slightly reminding him of wasted fuel, Vice turned around to look for anything that could still be of use. He may have been there to try and call out to the Stratum Boss but it never hurt to try and find things.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!
You also found: Nothing.

[Vice Ysal]

Another fruitless raid, Vice supposed. He may have gotten a bit stronger from the meet up with this particular shadow but still, it was nothing to write home about. Then again, he lived alone so there was no point writing to home. This quarantine pretty much shot all chances of sending anything to his family who were probably gone or something. When the young man had exited the car factory, looking over the bleak horizon across the ruins of the city he had lived all his life, he wasn't going to expect that this city was the only haven out in the world.

Even if for miles upon miles upon miles of such desolate lands, Vice was confident that there would be other places like these. That they're fighting too. Until he became strong enough to actually traverse these lands without fear of being devoured by some random shadow, Vice was going to be hanging back around this place and doing what he could right now. A shake of his head, the overly justice-leaning thoughts seemed so wrong to him.

Reminding himself that he was selfish, that he did this for his own reasons and for his own safety alone, Vice hiked his things back up and began the trek back home. He had something to check out again after all and maybe calling for another meeting soon would be smart. He could feel it in his bones, a hunch despite the lack of a persona to agree with, but something was coming again.

The thoughts were an omen enough in his opinion.