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You lunged forward, ignoring his threat and going right for his protective clothing. You tore at his sleeves, and then went for his entire jacket, leaving his rippling muscles exposed, only barely contained by a spandex tank top.
"Tearing my clothes off? Seriously!?" Deadhead exclaimed with a menacing synthesized voice. "Anyone ever told you that you fight like a girl?"
"Maybe I can audition for Desperate Housewives after all this is over." you shot back, ducking his left hook.
"Assuming that you survive." Deadhead responded casually.
You ripped off his pants, exposing a pair of torn, dark blue jeans. "I'm starting to like my chances."
"What're you-" he began to say, but Slip was already running past you to tackle the zombie mercenary. It would seem that he'd understood the true purpose of your plan. Smart kid.
Even after Slip barreled into Deadhead, neither of them moved. It was as if the slender boy had charged a statue. Deadhead looked down at the boy hugging his torso, and then at you.
"This is just sad." he said, shaking his head slowly. He reached down to pry him off, only to find that his arms weren't moving the way he wanted them to. "The fuck…?"
You grabbed his arm and tore it right off. It was as easy as breaking a paired popsicle in half.
Deadhead shouted something inarticulate and filled with rage. He turned to punch you with his remaining hand, and you met his punch with one of your own. Your fist went straight through his, shattering it into hundreds of tiny little pieces as a burst of energy ripped it apart.
"Motherfucker!" he roared.
But his rage-induced expletives could do very little to prevent you from taking him apart, piece by piece. Because that's exactly what you did.
"This isn't over!" Deadhead cried. Even though he was just a disembodied head at this point, he was still capable of speech and rational thought. "I'll be back!"
Interestingly, the helmet was sealed completely up to the base of his neck. You'd tried to crack it open with brute force and a few explosive Marks, but nothing you did seemed to even dent it.
Shrugging, you tossed the head over your shoulder and webbed it to a nearby wall.
"So you're a fan of Jason and 'Ahnald'. Maybe I'll grab you a DVD box set when I swing back around." you said, waving at him as you walked away.
"What do we do now?" Slip asked, falling in step beside you. "We still need to find a way out of here."
What will you do?
>Take a shortcut through the sewers.
>Create a giant slingshot using your webs and launch him across the city before your webbing breaks.
>Put him in a small car and push it down the road with Flint's help.
>Dress him up in Deadhead's thermals and swing away with him in tow.
>Write-in.
What will you have your allies do?
>Stay behind and keep them busy.
>Full retreat. You need them to cover you on the way back.
>Split up and have them pretend that they have Slip instead.
>Write-in.
