Bunden took another second to think about what they were going to do.

“On second thought, let’s drop one mag, then get the fuck out. If we don’t kill him at this range within a mag, then we aren’t going to kill him with the stuff we got.”

“I got a belt, not a mag, but I get the idea.”

Walter said with a joking tone. Bunden just rolled his eyes and started counting down.

“Go on, three. One. Two. Three.”

Just as the last word left Bunden’s mouth, a deafening cacophony of gunfire erupted from both firearms. Snow was sent, reeling away from the noise while trying to cover her ears. The monsters on the receiving end of the hellfire were getting it way worse than Snow. The walking corpses around their master got torn to shreds as 7.62mm rounds from Walter’s machine gun peppered their rotting flesh. Bursting rotting organs, smashing decaying bones, and causing general damage to the unfortunate zombies.

At the same time, Bunden’s more accurate 5.56mm managed to hit the cloaked figure more than once, as one of his arms went limp and several ribs broke off and fell to the ground. Bunden kept firing single-aimed shots at the figure. But, they had now lost the element of surprise.

The cloaked figure turned toward them and struck a stance as if he was holding back a wall. That move didn’t seem to work, as he still got hit by a round in his leg, which dropped him to the dirt. That’s when the gunfire coming from Bunden’s left stopped with a surprisingly loud click.

“Well, I’m out.”

Walter's voice sounded a little more jumpy than normal, but Bunden just chalked that up to adrenaline. Bunden nodded and started rapidly finishing off the rounds in his magazine at the cloaked figure. The figure was getting carried away from the fight by a couple of zeds. Who were also shielding him from Bunden’s gunfire.

“Alright, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Bunden said with excitement of the adrenaline that combat provides rushing through his veins. He turned his head to look at Walter. Walter had slung the machine gun and had drawn his sidearm. Walter wasn’t looking back at Bunden; however, he was looking past him. Bunden spun his head around to see Snow writhing around on the ground and cupping her ears.

“Grab her, and let's get out of here.”

Bunden ordered Walter in a tone that brokered no argument. Walter, trained to obey orders, scooped up the Writhing Snow after holstering his pistol. Walter only got punched once for the trouble before Snow stopped trying to hurt him. Bunden had reloaded and was giving Walter cover with his rifle. He had noticed that a few of the zeds dressed in cloaks and carrying staffs had started to gesture toward the hill that they were standing on.

Bunden raised his rifle and started shooting, hoping that the gunfire would suppress the goddamn zombie wizards that looked like they were about to cast a mega fireball or some shit. The gunfire managed to drop one of the zeds, but the rest didn’t seem to mind as they kept gesturing. After a few seconds, twin green glowing snakes shot forth from the wizards and flew toward Bunden.

The spell was going around 80 kmph (50 Miles per hour), and as it flew, the two snakes started to wrap around each other as if dancing through the air. It seemed that the spell caused the nearby plants to darken and warp as if they were going through advanced decomposition in a matter of seconds.

‘Shit, that’s can’t be good.’

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Bunden thought frantically as he looked around for some way to stop him and his friends from the oncoming death. Then he had a light bulb moment. Walter had just gotten the temporally deaf Snow under control when Bunden had screamed at him.

“We got to get off this hill. It’s going to blow.”

‘While that wasn’t accurate, it did get the point across.’

Bunden thought as he watched Walter’s eyes go wide. Then Walter pushed Snow, sending her tumbling down the hill. Walter tried to run down the hill but was pushed by Bunden into following Snow in tumbling down the hillside. Bunden quickly followed the two of them down the hill.

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Alexei was in a very uncomfortable position. He could feel a menacing aura surrounding the Pole, that along with a pair of hateful eyes boring into the back of his head. Alexei let out the breath that he had instinctively taken when he saw the man’s patch. Alexei unslung his rifle and placed it on the table before walking around to a chair. Alexei let out a long heartfelt sigh.

“Could I get a mug of rum for my new friend here.”

The pole ordered from the waitress. She nodded and vanished into the rapidly fading crowd. Now that the main attraction was over, most of them wanted to get back to their joyous drinking. The scraping sound of wood on stone came from two other chairs as the other two men took a seat. When the other two men had taken their seats, the pole took a deep drink from his mug, and then he started to speak.

“I know we are in another world, but you should get to explaining.”

Alexei nodded and started to speak, but the waitress cut him off as she placed a mug of rum before him. He sent her a grateful look and commented.

“Thanks, I’ll need that.”

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Jones leaned back and let out a deep sigh. He had just finished up the paperwork he had put off in favor of helping Kiger out with his little project. Jones stared up at the ceiling for a while. When Jones regained enough willpower to move, he walked over to his bed and flopped onto it. He was just about fall asleep when he was stopped by the doorbell ringing frantically.

Jones seriously thought about just going to sleep anyway, but the ringing was driving him up a wall, metaphorically, of course. He groaned as he forced his body to move.

“I’ll be right fucking there, so stop trying to break my doorbell.”

Jones yelled at the person hitting the doorbell with inhuman speed. The ringing ceased, and Jones could somewhat think again. Jones had instinctively opened his wardrobe before realizing that he hadn’t even taken the time to undress before trying to pass out. Jones grabbed up his scythe and used it as a walking stick in order to walk to the front door without crumbling to the floor.

Jones opened the door while already having a good idea about who was on the other side. A small Human shaped figure with large bulging muscles wearing a spiked golden crown with lightning playing in between the spikes, which was complemented by the full suit of plate armor with golden trim, and wolf pelt cape running off his back and onto the floor. But even after the “skin” change, Jones could still recognize Kiger’s aura coming off the strange new creature.

“Like my new look? I saw how you based your skin off of your creations so I thought I would do the same.”

Kiger said with an untamed sense of pride. Jones mentally facepalmed. He thought that Kiger’s outfit was too flashy but looked well enough.

“It’s not the worst I could think up.”

Said the skeleton god in a teasing manner. Before the conversation went any further, though, Jones went over to his couch and took a seat. Kiger took the silent invitation and walked through the door and shut it behind him, then joined Jones on the couch.

“So you just coming to hang out or need something?”

“I’m mostly here to hang out. But, I would like to strategize. The arena is not a place to just not worry about stuff.”

“Don’t worry. I got a plan. I just need a desert eagle chambered in .50 action express”

“Why do you need an eagle from the desert?”

“We’re going to have to watch some movies first. It looks like.”