[h2]Arsenal - Denver Alley[/h2]

Arsenal was having a grand time, tearing away at the two lackeys was just too invigorating for the villain as it felt as if he was invincible against Necro. Though, that was until in the corner of his eyes that the two recently shredded minions began to move once again, standing up after the impressive display of fire power. This new information startled the young man, even rattling his mind as behind him the two streams of bullets didn't hinder the charge of Derron at all! "God damnit!" Arsenal yelled, as Derron smashed into his body, its disgusting grubby hands trying to find its way to his throat. How degrading, getting his ass humped by some undead freak as his master stood their watching from a distance, disgusting pervert. As this unsightly scene was happening, Arsenal didn't seem to notice the now literally brainless Frank crawl towards him with the intent to bring him to the ground. This was starting to piss Arsenal off. 

The two holes behind Arsenal's poncho were soon sprouting out two metal arms, not wasting any time, they clamped onto the destroyed chest of Derron, guts and blood spilling out of the various holes around his body. "Disgusting freak," Arsenal muttered, using his superior strength to tear the writhing zombie from off his back, and further crushing the rib cage of Derron to release the anger of being stood up by these mooks. He was about to look over to find Necro, the master between these two zombies, but suddenly felt a jolting pain towards his leg. Holding back the scream of pain, he looked towards the source of pain to find that Franky was still alive, his arm bashing at his legs trying to bring him to the ground. It sort of worked as it brought Arsenal to his knees, bringing his face closer to the ground with his further angered face. Staring vehemently at Franky, he brought his wrath upon the disgusting beast with more shotgun punches to the face and body. Wanting to mush the entire body into a flesh Purée, while the writhing Derron flailed against his two arms trying to strangulate the boy. 

Getting a good eight punches on Franky, most of his blood and guts splattered either on the pavement or Arsenal himself, the distinct sound of a gun firing rung in the boy's ear. The bullet smashed into Arsenal's arm, pinging against the bullet proof weapon, but that was lucky due to the rest of his body still being flesh and blood. Not wasting any more time on these poor excuses of henchmen, he turned Derron towards the line of fire, using the body to take the bullets as Bill stood up with a raging passion to beat Necro up until every bone on his suit and inside his body was broken. "Die!" Arsenal yelled, turning himself to pitch the entire body of Derron towards the gunman. Using his entire body to hurl the zombie towards the gunman, the resulting momentum turning Arsenal from his back on Necro to his front, facing Necro directly. The two arms upon his back shrunk back into the destroyed poncho, though the two bulges on the shoulders of his poncho started to grow with his two front arms raising from his poncho to show the similar metal arms. They started to fire, not only were the two front arms firing its fill, the two bulges on the top started to fire that similar stream of bullets towards the same direction. Four arms firing down at the alleyway, shredding anything down its path hoping to destroy everything in his path including the two zombies and Necro himself. Bill had forgotten about Zach at this point, he would be caught up in the stream of bullets, but the lethal hail of death would find itself in a pickle as it would slam into the cape.