[h2]Arsenal - Denver Alley[/h2]
Arsenal continued to fire down the alleyway, the two minions taking the impossible brunt of the bullets as they continued to charge through the hail of fire. Interesting, are they invulnerable to physical damage? No, they are obviously taking massive damage to their bodies, but maybe they have increased durability? Maybe enough adrenaline moving through their bodies to ignore death? The ideas flew through Arsenal's mind, but in the end, Bill had formulated one solid plan against these durable minions. Shifting his stream of fire to the legs rather than the center of the bodies, Arsenal was hoping this would cause their lower= half to be completely shredded or at the most unable to use their legs from the amount of damage they would be taking from the hail of bullets. Franky was slow, tough and slow, he would take the hit harder than the rather faster Derron, but increased durability didn't mean enhanced reflexes in the crowded alleyway. As their movement slowed down, or stopped completely at this point, another mechanical whir sounded under his shredded poncho, it was time to bring the pain.

Arsenal, from the spot that he had been standing during the fight, was suddenly running towards the two minions. The minions had already covered most of the ground between the two, but it was still impressive for the sudden charge to gain so much speed without little charge-up. Though, as he approached closer to the two minions, he balled up his fist with a look of determination. Under the poncho, an arm suddenly flew out from the confines of the cloth, and was trying to meet with the face of the brute Franky. Turning his back of Derron, using the full momentum of his punch and extreme durability of his arm, he tried to break any defense that the brute tried to pull up. Though, a regular old punch wouldn't do at all! Tightening his fist further, a loud shotgun blast echoed through the alleyway instead of the rapid fire of bullets, the shotgun blast emanating from the fist of Arsenal. Shotgun fist, in close combat having a shotgun placed onto someone's skin and then firing usually did some damage to the enemy. Though, that wasn't all that Bill had stored in for Franky, another arm straight after the blast tried to hook into Franky's head, after meeting any kind of resistance or freely landing the hook would activate another shotgun blast causing a second arm. It was time to focus on Derron now.

Derron, the enemy to his back was obviously going to attack his vulnerable spot. Though, it wasn't so vulnerable than everyone would think of a regular human. Trying to use the surprise at his advantage, he waited until the second goon was close enough to for sure be annihilated by his rate of fire. When close enough, suddenly two streams of concentrated bullets tore through the back of the poncho, hoping to truly strike at the frail body from such a close range of fire. Though, at this point, Arsenal was getting ahead of himself, having a little bit too much fun as he tore away at the two mooks, and turned his head over to the still nameless kid. Trying to watch whatever minion that he was facing, it seemed that his opponent was a person with their brain matter flinging around the alleyway. After a second, a thought appeared in his mind about the durability of these minions, "Oh... Zombies?"