[h1][center]Necro – Denver alleys[/center][/h1]

Necro turned to watch the attack from his zombies, somewhat discouraged by the impressive hail of bullets coming from this Arsenal. Frank was the first obvious target, absorbing plenty of damage before the guns shifted and began tearing through the zombie’s legs. Frank stumbled and collapsed very near the gunman, and then received a punch to the head… or shotgun blast. [color=lightcoral]“Son of a bitch”[/color] necro swore. Zach was preoccupied with the other goon, bashing him with that crowbar but he wasn’t the dangerous one here by comparison. 

Derron was equally shredded by the hail of bullets, tearing through his thinner frame and wreaking havoc on his innards. Firing backwards through the coat was less accurate and did far less damage to Derron than had been done to Frank. He jumped at the gunman even while bullets tore through and reaching for Arsenal’s throat. While Frank, brain matter and gore falling from his body pushed himself up and crawled towards Arsenal as well, aiming to sweep his legs and bring the fight to the ground. 

Necro began backing away and out towards where he entered the alley from, he was about to turn and run when he heard the police sirens. He turned to look for them just as an officer rounded the corner right in front of Necro. The officer hesitated in surprise, not expecting a costumed Parahuman. Necro acted quicker and grabbed the officer’s left arm [color=lightcoral]“Im sorry”[/color] he muttered at the officer as he sent the corruption up his arm and stopping the officer’s heart. The moment it did Necro forced the officer back to life, feeling a farther strain on his concentration. ‘I can’t keep this up’ he thought, [color=lightcoral]“Kill him”[/color] Necro said to the dead officer, who drew his .45 and began firing at arsenal. Necro moved himself behind a dumpster focusing on the battle and his zombies and having difficulty focusing on much else.