OC story thing.

/me stood in the front of the small force that had gathered in the center of Aerilon, watching the oncoming horde of the undead and the shaded beasts, moans and hisses escaping the hundreds of figures drawing near. A shapeless, both shadowy and metallic figure towered above the rest of the creatures, slowly but surely approaching the town border. The entire group readied for battle: John S. Blitz took his shotguns off his back, Kyra took out her M4A1-Sopmod. April and Takenso prepared their blades. Walter picked up the AK-47 he brought over from the workshop. Booky appeared to be levitating slightly, his eyes closed, a faint light surrounding him as Harold stacked up several completely blank books. Leonard took his Winchester off his back, Hank clenched his fists, white flames appearing around them, Morspallidum extended all of his tentacles and Gacko cocked his Ember Celica replicas. The gang was ready. Once the horde was but a hundred meters away, Leo, Hank, Mors and Gacko raised their weapons and shouted "CHARGE!" as they began their attack, the others following in suite. Leonard crouched behind a barrel and began to fire at the oncoming opponents. Gacko jumped over said barrel and start to blast off in the middle of the horde, turning frm one side to the other, kicking one creature in the head while blasting both his own and his weapon's flames into another ones chest. Hank casually moved forward, releasing his white fires as a flamethrower, leaving merely dust and white petals. Morspallidum got into the thick of it, launching up every now and then to do a series of spins and cuts. Kyra positioned herself near Leonard, John just a few meters ahead of them. J.S. Blitz made sure that no undead got too close to the two gunners behind him, using his shotgun and his suits hydraulic punches. April and Takenso fought side-by-side, cleaving off heads and dispelling shadows. Walter noticed a ladder lead to the roof of a nearby club. He positioned himself atop and rained bullets upon the horde. Booky floated forward, a spinning shield of yet-to-be-written litterature keeping him safe, as the dark beings disappeared into the lines of the books. The horde seemed to get noticeably smaller, but the large figure was getting closer, Suddenly, the shadows around it dissipated, the other creatures appearing to retreat. As the shadows left, the towering figure could be seen clearly- A large, blackened robotic beast. It had a large, menacing mouth, filled with thousands of serrated teeth. Most of it's body was covered with armor, one of it's clawed arms removed and replaced with a mechanical appendage, a drill at the end of it. The gang fired all they got at him, Morspallidum slashing at the creatures back while Gacko blasted at the front, Hank using his flames as a boost to get on it's shoulder, blasting his flames at the creature to seemingly no effect. Booky was thrown back as his shield touched the creatures foot. John S. Blitz over-estimated his own abilities, rushing forward only to get struck by the drill, only his armor suit protecting him from getting torn to pieces. Kyra ran forward, pulling the injured mercenary back behind cover. Leonard ran forward and began firing at the beings teeth, chipping them one by one to very little use, dodging the monsters drill attacks, dust and large holes where he had jut stood.

/me barely managed to hold on as the creature swung it's body, destroying the roof Walter had stood upon, the young engineer falling through the ceiling. That's the second time in two months. Morspallidum had given up the back and used his tentacles to move over to the creatures hydraulically enhanced arm, jamming his bladed appendages just above the drill, sparks flying to all sides as the tentacles came in contact with the spinning axle. Morspallidum shrieked and jumped off. The drill was slightly dislodged. Hank noticed this and slid down the creature's shoulder, balancing himself via his fires. "GACKO! GET UP HERE!" He shouted and began to blow his flames onto the drill, the rotating weapon dissipating the fires too easy for Hank's liking. The cosplaying lizard took the hint and shot his flames below his feet, jumping at the sime time, giving himself enough boost to get on the being's lowered arm, then right next to Hank. "What's up?" He shouted, holding on for dear life as the creature sent another attack at Leonard. Hank gestured ad the drill, an agitated look on his face. "Ooooooh-" the former tattoo-lizard said and grinned. Gacko jumped up and blasted several shots at the drill, dislodging it even more before he got hit by the mutants other hand. Hank managed to fire a few more balls of flame at the drill before falling off of the arm. His flames dissipated, revealing a single red wire. That was all Leonard needed. A legit thing to aim at. He caught the red with the corner of his eye, rolling out of the way of the cyborg's other attack, removing his Colt Python, firing a single round, all in but a second. The bullet hit the wire with pin-point accuracy. The wire sparked a few, the beast roaring as the drill stopped moving. Hank and Gacko nodded at each other and launched up, Mors following right after. The lord of his realm slid his tentacles into the opening through which the cowboy shot the wire, tearing out more of the electrical wiring, then using his tentacles as a boost to get on the creatures shoulder, starting to decimate it's mouth. Meanwhile the two 'brothers' went on an all-out attack on the vulnerable wires and drill. Gacko finally managed to make the drill fall to the ground while Hank filled the insides of the robots with his white flames, wiring and mechanisms disintegrating inside. The creature shrieked and began to twitch and grab at its head, it's programming malfunctioning as the systems began to fail. Morspallidum jumped off, landing safely with his tentacles, Hank floated down Via his fires and Gacko simply backflipped off of the creature. Leonard joined them as they watched the creature stumble back and finally fall, it's head barely moving. Leonard shit one final bullet up the newly ripped hole where the drill used to be, seizing its movements for good.