Level: 1
EXP 3/10
Word Count: 208
Current Location: Dead Zone, Sundered Market Avenue
Did he feel like crap being weaker than the rest? Yep.
But it seems that his luck hasn't left him yet. Even with concerns over the killer still bothering Joker, he ended up joining Nico and the other few who seemed to dissapear from the group in opening a path through the horde. By tearing through them with a van. Even if he was
kiiinda worried about how much the van can take, then again his was also his pet cat, it was pretty fun.
Pushing his mask up onto his head, Joker helped Gene get the civillians into the van, before returning to the front. With the remaining survivors following them on foot, the thief wanted to find a way to cover them. Atleast to make up for making them worry. Then, he had an idea. Climbing up to the roof of the van, Joker put his mask back over his eyes and grabbed his gun. He summoned Arsene to use Eiha on the clusters of undead around the runners to, at the very least, knock them down for the fighters to get an advantage. While any demons, airborne or not, he would gun them down himself. They just needed to hold out a little longer.