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You take in a deep breath and quickly pop the booster pill in your mouth. For once, you don't feel like you're in constant discomfort and suffering. You feel <span class="mu-b">nothing at all.</span>
"HEY! RED!" You yell at the demon. He's slightly confused at your sudden shouting, considering your usual tone of quiet monotone. "SHOW ME YOUR FUCKING WARFACE! I WANT TO SEE YOU FIGHT LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!"
<span class="mu-g">The toothy smile of the demon softens.</span> "Ha! Look at this fuckin' whelp! Well, I'll honor your request, you fucking wreck." The demon quickly starts stomping over to where you're at, ready to pulverize your whole body.
"HONK!" Two or three knives impale into the demon's arm, sinking deep into his flesh. Say what you will about cluwnes but damn, they're a good shot.
"Ah. Alright, time to remove the kiddie gloves." He wildly swings a fist in the direction of the cluwne. The miserable green mess slips to the ground. Good thing he did since the fist makes a MASSIVE fucking dent on the wall behind him.
You reel back your fist as the demon is distracted. You gesture at Monifa, who has already trained her gun on the demon. "Ready?"
"Ready."
You throw the molotov right as your HoS pulls the trigger. Obviously, the bullet hits first, leaving behind a tiny hole in the demon's chest. He scoffs. "Really? That's your attack?" He reaches to pull out the bullet...
...when the molotov collides with his hand. Shards of glass and flaming hot oils coat his hand, setting it ablaze in a wonderous glory. You can almost feel yourself drooling at the sight of it.
"SHIT! GOD DAMNIT, YOU'RE DOING FUCKING VIETNAM SHIT!" Seems like the fire is hampering his regeneration somewhat, considering the splattered oil and gasoline on his chest are keeping the hole open.
Delta cracks open one of the cocktails and chugs it down in one swift gulp. You and the others grimace at the sight of his lips burning on contact with the drink. "ENOUGH OF THIS PUSSY RANGED SHIT! LET'S FIGHT LIKE MEN!"
In a moment of mutual respect, the two men charge at each other. Punches and batons swing at the other in a flurry your eyes can barely keep a track of. Blood splatters across the walls, clumps of red and pinkish-red flesh fall to the ground.
Delta is the one who backs off, spitting his teeth onto the ground. His right arm dangles limply. Despite this, he doesn't seem to be in any sort of pain. Is this because of that bond...?
He wipes at a bruise on his cheek. It's already starting to soften and recover. As for the demon? Chunks of flesh have been beaten off of his torso, damn near caved in, but he's recovering too. Shit.
Agent K moves in next, reeling back her sword and swinging it as fast as she can. The anomaly throws a punch at the agent. Both of them collide, with the woman sent flying several feet back from the impact.
A massive, horrid gash crosses across the demon's torso. It takes a lot longer to start healing than expected. You're getting somewhere.
