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Heh… I guess lady luck still considers me his enemy thought Gentaro as he saw the snow like creatures in the basement.
“Hee! An intruder Ho!”
“Let’s kill him Hee!, let’s kill him Ho!”
“This is the sacred vault of the King! Hee-Ho!”
They noticed the man’s presence and then three of the creatures run after him.
This is bad, gotta retreat!, thought the man as he run away, not the counter, not the back entrance but upstairs, a bad idea that he would later regret. Luckily he ice demon was quite a slow runner.
One of the Jack Frost followed him while the other two noticed the clients at the counter and scared them away, at the same time, the door to the basement was closed and sealed with a strong ice.
As Gentaro run his cellphone buzzed and with a flash of light the Angel showed its form once again.
The man was taken aback and almost fell from the stairs, this small moment of distraction allowed the Jack Frost to impact him with a ball of ice.
Gentaro screamed as his mouth expelled blood, he was about to fell but the Angel took his hand and lead him through the stairs.
“A bad… moment for you to show up…. Whaat do you want?!” asked Gentaro in cold and pain.
“I told thee, I’m bound to thee… Let me treat thy wounds” said the Angel with a solemn tone as it raised its hand healing the wounds of Gentaro.
“Heh! That’s a nice trick you can do… what else you can?” asked and as if the application were to be sentient, the phone buzzed and showed the “Skills” of the Angel.
This guy… can’t fight?... Thought the man disappointed. However, clever as he was he quickly developed a strategy.
“This could be of use, listen pretty boy…..” said to the Angel. Gentaro told of his plan and the being nodded its head in agreement.
It was a luck to begin with that only one of the Jack Frost pursued him, otherwise he would be doomed, still the plan was risky.
“Where are you Hee? Are you hiding Ho!?” Asked the Jack Frost as it looked through the rooms of the second floor.
“Over here ice cone!!!” Exclaimed Gentaro from inside the bathroom.
“A human doesn’t insult me like that Ho! I’ll kill you!” Exclaimed the Jack Frost as it fired a ball of ice that blasted through the bathroom’s door and impacted Gentaro. The creature smiled however it wasn’t the only one. Gentaro was smiling as well.
Rakukaja, the skill to increase the natural resistance of a living being, it wasn’t a big change, but if Gentaro could withstand the first attack of the enemy, he sure could withstand the second one, more if covered by the door. It was still a strong hit that almost threw him back yet he did his best to maintain his position.
Dia, the magic to remove wounds and accelerate the healing process of the body, even while not suited to fight, this was one of the Angel’s great assets. The quick and risky strategy the man developed in the few seconds was simple, to increase his resistance, withstand a hit of the creature and then be healed again all so he could have a perfect chance to counter attack.
However a body made of ice would not be greatly wounded by a gun, thus resorting to an improvised and wishful move, Gentaro offered the Jack frost a smile.
On his left hand there was a lighter, on his right hand an aerosol. The Jack Frost could only look dumbfounded before understanding what that means. Soon, as if it were to be a flamethrower, Gentaro charged against the creature wielding his improvised weapon. Both the fire and the iced body entered in contact and a steam formed. The scream of the Jack Frost could only mean that the plan was working and the creature was slowly stepping backwards as Gentaro advanced. However, although wounded, the creature was not finished and once the man run of “ammo” the Jack Frost found its way to counterattack.
“Now I’m really angry Hee!” Exclaimed, however Gentaro smiled once again.
“Go, Angel!” exclaimed as the winged being showed in front of the Jack Frost and physically attacked him with the same palm strike it used against Gentaro before, a fairly weak attack, however…
Jack Frost fell, it was at the border of the stairs, the exact point where Gentaro lead it and thus although the attack of Angel was weak it pushed the creature and made it roll painfully through the stairs.
Gentaro could not lost any more second, he quickly run towards his room and picked hidden under his bed’s cushion a handgun which he hid within his pants, inside his closet a submachinegun and lying over the wall a black sheath containing a katana that he kept as an ornament and although he never used it he did know how.
He made sure he had all his money in his pockets and exclaimed.
“Angel! You handle the landing!” and then the man broke through the window and jumped from the second store, normally not a big height, but his house was very tall, even above standards. Thus, he would surely break a bone or two in the landing, yet the Angel carefully caught him.
Gentaro was breathing heavily yet he still had energy to perform a fist bump with the Angel.
Even when tired he could not lost time, hence he run away from what used to be his previous office and home and was now the base of a bunch of walking ice cream.
“Hee! An intruder Ho!”
“Let’s kill him Hee!, let’s kill him Ho!”
“This is the sacred vault of the King! Hee-Ho!”
They noticed the man’s presence and then three of the creatures run after him.
This is bad, gotta retreat!, thought the man as he run away, not the counter, not the back entrance but upstairs, a bad idea that he would later regret. Luckily he ice demon was quite a slow runner.
One of the Jack Frost followed him while the other two noticed the clients at the counter and scared them away, at the same time, the door to the basement was closed and sealed with a strong ice.
As Gentaro run his cellphone buzzed and with a flash of light the Angel showed its form once again.
The man was taken aback and almost fell from the stairs, this small moment of distraction allowed the Jack Frost to impact him with a ball of ice.
Gentaro screamed as his mouth expelled blood, he was about to fell but the Angel took his hand and lead him through the stairs.
“A bad… moment for you to show up…. Whaat do you want?!” asked Gentaro in cold and pain.
“I told thee, I’m bound to thee… Let me treat thy wounds” said the Angel with a solemn tone as it raised its hand healing the wounds of Gentaro.
“Heh! That’s a nice trick you can do… what else you can?” asked and as if the application were to be sentient, the phone buzzed and showed the “Skills” of the Angel.
This guy… can’t fight?... Thought the man disappointed. However, clever as he was he quickly developed a strategy.
“This could be of use, listen pretty boy…..” said to the Angel. Gentaro told of his plan and the being nodded its head in agreement.
It was a luck to begin with that only one of the Jack Frost pursued him, otherwise he would be doomed, still the plan was risky.
“Where are you Hee? Are you hiding Ho!?” Asked the Jack Frost as it looked through the rooms of the second floor.
“Over here ice cone!!!” Exclaimed Gentaro from inside the bathroom.
“A human doesn’t insult me like that Ho! I’ll kill you!” Exclaimed the Jack Frost as it fired a ball of ice that blasted through the bathroom’s door and impacted Gentaro. The creature smiled however it wasn’t the only one. Gentaro was smiling as well.
Rakukaja, the skill to increase the natural resistance of a living being, it wasn’t a big change, but if Gentaro could withstand the first attack of the enemy, he sure could withstand the second one, more if covered by the door. It was still a strong hit that almost threw him back yet he did his best to maintain his position.
Dia, the magic to remove wounds and accelerate the healing process of the body, even while not suited to fight, this was one of the Angel’s great assets. The quick and risky strategy the man developed in the few seconds was simple, to increase his resistance, withstand a hit of the creature and then be healed again all so he could have a perfect chance to counter attack.
However a body made of ice would not be greatly wounded by a gun, thus resorting to an improvised and wishful move, Gentaro offered the Jack frost a smile.
On his left hand there was a lighter, on his right hand an aerosol. The Jack Frost could only look dumbfounded before understanding what that means. Soon, as if it were to be a flamethrower, Gentaro charged against the creature wielding his improvised weapon. Both the fire and the iced body entered in contact and a steam formed. The scream of the Jack Frost could only mean that the plan was working and the creature was slowly stepping backwards as Gentaro advanced. However, although wounded, the creature was not finished and once the man run of “ammo” the Jack Frost found its way to counterattack.
“Now I’m really angry Hee!” Exclaimed, however Gentaro smiled once again.
“Go, Angel!” exclaimed as the winged being showed in front of the Jack Frost and physically attacked him with the same palm strike it used against Gentaro before, a fairly weak attack, however…
Jack Frost fell, it was at the border of the stairs, the exact point where Gentaro lead it and thus although the attack of Angel was weak it pushed the creature and made it roll painfully through the stairs.
Gentaro could not lost any more second, he quickly run towards his room and picked hidden under his bed’s cushion a handgun which he hid within his pants, inside his closet a submachinegun and lying over the wall a black sheath containing a katana that he kept as an ornament and although he never used it he did know how.
He made sure he had all his money in his pockets and exclaimed.
“Angel! You handle the landing!” and then the man broke through the window and jumped from the second store, normally not a big height, but his house was very tall, even above standards. Thus, he would surely break a bone or two in the landing, yet the Angel carefully caught him.
Gentaro was breathing heavily yet he still had energy to perform a fist bump with the Angel.
Even when tired he could not lost time, hence he run away from what used to be his previous office and home and was now the base of a bunch of walking ice cream.
Been kinda busy lately xD
Hikaru will feel lonely you asshole
Once again I apologize for any grammatical weirdness
“Damn!” exclaimed Gentaro after the new quake. The man was breathing heavily yet it wasn’t because of the running, in fact, he was proud of having a strong physical condition thus this was no different than jogging. He was tired due to the chain of events, the surprise and fear had greatly affected his focus and resistance, thankfully his hidden store was close as he installed it in Akiba as the city was perfect for business not only in the legal side but also illegal.
Hmm? What’s this?... Wondered the bulky man as he saw a considerable number of people in front of his office.
Clients? Never seen this many before. Don’t tell me it’s because of the monsters… Thought the man while looking at the small crowd.
On the legal side he was supposedly an accountant, he doubted that many people were interested in dealing with economic issues in a time like this, the logic conclusion was that these were people who knew about his real job or at least had heard the rumors and held a small glint of hope to find something to defend themselves with.
The man carefully surrounded the crowd trying to not be noticed, he would use the back entrance yet he couldn’t hide a smile that drew on his face.
Simply excellent, never had that many clients before, perhaps is a good time to leave this shitty country, it’s falling apart after all. Thought while entering the building.
What Gentaro called his storehouse was a very big basement within the two stores building which composed his office and whole business department in general.
He opened the door only to be received by an avalanche of desperate people, skilled as he was the man managed to calm them down, it was just as he thought, they were seeking for weapons. It wasn’t an easy task to gather them hence the price was often expensive, even with that, the number of clients and his experience told him that it was the best idea to lower it a bit, after all the profit will be considerable.
Although he used the basement to keep the weapons he had a few hidden in the office and thus the first sales went smoothly, it was the first time he sold weapons openly as if this were to be any common drug store, for a moment it felt weird but he ignored the feeling, he would had even forgotten the whole chaos weren’t by the fact the fearful clients talk about it in despair.
“I… I was too assaulted by one of these things… I’ve never run too much before in my life!”
“I was lucky I could beat that thing, but is now stuck in my cellphone, what’s going on?”
“Is the end of the world I tell you, these are demons, this is the judgement day!!!”
And like that the men talked and talked.
“Quiet!” Exclaimed as one of the desperate men demanded a handgun.
“That’s 60.000 yen, I’ll only accept the full cash.” Said with a stern tone, the man replied with a complain, a excuse and a promise of giving him the rest of the money later.
“If there is no money then there is no weapon, good luck being ripped apart by the monsters” said without changing his expression.
Out of madness the client decided it was better to attack him and take the guns themselves, in fact many agreed and weren’t to be by the fact that Gentaro arrived at time they would had probably broke in the store and steal all for them.
However, the client committed a mistake, he was dealing with a man made for the job. For a moment they all went speechless as the aggressive client lied now in the floor groaning in pain while grabbing his leg. Smoke poured from a gun held in Gentaro’s right arm, the same one he used to shot him in the leg.
“As I said, if there is no money get outta here” said with a calm yet threatening tone.
Things flew smoothly after that as no one tried to assault him again.
As expected, the weapons he had in the office had been now all handled. Gentaro exhaled his cigarette’s smoke and said “Wait there, I’ll go for more weapons”
The clients again revolted yet the only click of Gentaro’s gun calmed them down.
Tch! I really hate disorder thought while heading to his basement.
The man pressed his hand against the knob and immediately felt that something was wrong. It was cold, extremely cold. He closed his eyes for a second readying for whatever was waiting for him inside and then opened it.
Hmm? What’s this?... Wondered the bulky man as he saw a considerable number of people in front of his office.
Clients? Never seen this many before. Don’t tell me it’s because of the monsters… Thought the man while looking at the small crowd.
On the legal side he was supposedly an accountant, he doubted that many people were interested in dealing with economic issues in a time like this, the logic conclusion was that these were people who knew about his real job or at least had heard the rumors and held a small glint of hope to find something to defend themselves with.
The man carefully surrounded the crowd trying to not be noticed, he would use the back entrance yet he couldn’t hide a smile that drew on his face.
Simply excellent, never had that many clients before, perhaps is a good time to leave this shitty country, it’s falling apart after all. Thought while entering the building.
What Gentaro called his storehouse was a very big basement within the two stores building which composed his office and whole business department in general.
He opened the door only to be received by an avalanche of desperate people, skilled as he was the man managed to calm them down, it was just as he thought, they were seeking for weapons. It wasn’t an easy task to gather them hence the price was often expensive, even with that, the number of clients and his experience told him that it was the best idea to lower it a bit, after all the profit will be considerable.
Although he used the basement to keep the weapons he had a few hidden in the office and thus the first sales went smoothly, it was the first time he sold weapons openly as if this were to be any common drug store, for a moment it felt weird but he ignored the feeling, he would had even forgotten the whole chaos weren’t by the fact the fearful clients talk about it in despair.
“I… I was too assaulted by one of these things… I’ve never run too much before in my life!”
“I was lucky I could beat that thing, but is now stuck in my cellphone, what’s going on?”
“Is the end of the world I tell you, these are demons, this is the judgement day!!!”
And like that the men talked and talked.
“Quiet!” Exclaimed as one of the desperate men demanded a handgun.
“That’s 60.000 yen, I’ll only accept the full cash.” Said with a stern tone, the man replied with a complain, a excuse and a promise of giving him the rest of the money later.
“If there is no money then there is no weapon, good luck being ripped apart by the monsters” said without changing his expression.
Out of madness the client decided it was better to attack him and take the guns themselves, in fact many agreed and weren’t to be by the fact that Gentaro arrived at time they would had probably broke in the store and steal all for them.
However, the client committed a mistake, he was dealing with a man made for the job. For a moment they all went speechless as the aggressive client lied now in the floor groaning in pain while grabbing his leg. Smoke poured from a gun held in Gentaro’s right arm, the same one he used to shot him in the leg.
“As I said, if there is no money get outta here” said with a calm yet threatening tone.
Things flew smoothly after that as no one tried to assault him again.
As expected, the weapons he had in the office had been now all handled. Gentaro exhaled his cigarette’s smoke and said “Wait there, I’ll go for more weapons”
The clients again revolted yet the only click of Gentaro’s gun calmed them down.
Tch! I really hate disorder thought while heading to his basement.
The man pressed his hand against the knob and immediately felt that something was wrong. It was cold, extremely cold. He closed his eyes for a second readying for whatever was waiting for him inside and then opened it.
Hoy Pokeboy, in my post I'll mention that a few people fought demon themselves and had the app. Is that ok?
Wait a minute, so there was actually something between you and Furfag?
I don't know whether to find that epic or ridiculous. XD
Epic, that's the answer
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