( this time, the hunter's not pulling any punches. it leaps at idol like a zombullet from behind, knocking him/her/them to the ground and earning him/her/them a couple bruises, cuts, and scrapes. it pins him/her/them with its body, its clawed hand grabbing for his/her/their head as it starts applying an immense amount of pressure, one that slowly but surely starts piercing his/her/their skull. idol's thoughts scramble... but a deranged scream brings him/her/them back, at least momentarily. the smell of blood, fresh blood, works the hunter into a frenzy, so it quickly switches gears and sets to mutilating him/her/them... peeling him/her/them layer by layer by layer. all the blood, guts, and gore the hunter harvests are haphazardly thrown around, the zone looking like a jackson pollock painting, and any remaining zombies shuffle over to feast on idol as he/she/they takes his/her/their dying breath. )
actually! dottore is going to shove scaramouche into the way of the charging... charger, so he can bite the bullet, so to speak. get rekt my puppety friend.
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hunter kill.
no subject
SCARAMOUCHE WILL REMEMBER THIS