[u][b][H3][color=SteelBlue]Blue Paladin IX[/color][/H3][/b][/u]

"Jesus, is that a missle!" Cried out an officer standing near Sentinel and Accelerate, hand stabbing out at an object that had just cleared the city skyline several blocks away. Several sets of eyes swiveled towards the scene. If it was a missile then it's flight path was erratic, darting this way and that, etching across the sky in a confusion of zigs and zags. It swiveled once more, now pointing directly towards the police cordon, shooting towards the block with alarming speed. 

The officers, nerves frayed already thanks to a zombie apocalypse, reacted typically: They panicked. Cries rang out as they ran for cover, some going so far as to drop their own weapons. You can run faster without a gun. Any that waited behind realized all was not as it seemed though. The closer the missile got the less it looked like a missile. 

The not-missile crashed through the corner of a nearby bakery before careening into the street, brick and mortar sent flying through the air by the impact, thick, cloying dust obscuring vision. From inside the cloud came the deep groans and low growling that the officers had come to associate with the undead.

"They're shooting zombies!?! Game over man, [B]GAME OVER![/B]" Cried out one of the officers. Suddenly a bright blue beam of energy exploded from the cloud, ozone blistering in it's trail. Another followed it. The smoke began to recede, revealing a silver figure grappling with one of the walkers, two more undead lying motionless at his feet. The figure lost his hold on the slippery zombie, which immediately pressed it's advantage, jaws latching down on the figure's shoulder. Rotting teeth ground against metal armour. One has to imagine that if zombies felt pain then he'd be feeling a lot of it now. 

[color=steelblue]"Someone's gonna need a dentist!"[/color] A voice rang out from the figure, robotic undertones part-way concealing a Welsh accent. The zombie moaned in reply. The figure smashed his armour plated fist into undead's rotting face, his foe dropping without much more sound. The armoured figure seemed to regard the fallen enemy for a moment, before shooting it in the face with another blue blast from his gauntlet. He murmered something to himself, always double-tap. Then the figure's helmet, fashioned to resemble a streamlined knights greathelm, turned to Sentinel and Accelerate.

[color=steelblue]"Superboy, Kid-Flash! What're doing just standing there, like a pair of spare nerds at the prom? There's a zombie apocalypse going on out there, in case you hadn't noticed! It's full on Romero out there! I could use a hand!"[/color]