Death felt his hand get torn off, but continued fighting regardless.
"It does not matter what you do," he countered. "It does not matter how you fight. I am Death. I can withstand unlimited damage. Right now I am sustaining myself off the life force you radiate. No matter what you do to me, you keep me alive just by being here. That is why nobody can ever defeat me!"
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The robotic Dhole sputtered and stumbled. Sharon tackled it to the ground. Flipping it over, Sharon jammed the pistol under its chin and fired.
The creature sputtered and grew still. Sharon heard its systems slowly grind to a halt.
She shakily got to her feet, casting a grin at Bailey. "Thanks for the help. Piece of cake--"
Suddenly the experiment behind her convulsed one final time and sent a shock wave through the floor on a radius around it. With a shattering noise the large circle of floor crumbled, sending Sharon, Bailey, and the dead experiment plummeting onto the runway below, the same runway Zenarchis and Kerzach were approaching...
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Gustave swung the I-beam into Pestilence's face and sent his head rolling off his shoulders. His whoop was cut short when the insects flew the head back to their master and it reattached with a squelching sound.
"Bloody bugs..." he muttered, glancing around for a more effective weapon.
Shelton was doing a similar thing when something lightly hit his head. He had a second to register a gas mask before Crota dropped his chemical grenade into the room. The room filled with acrid vapor and Pestilence's bugs began spasming and falling to the floor.
Pestilence hardly had a moment to register this turn of events before Gustave punched his I-beam through Pestilence's chest. "I won't lose Simpson to the likes of you!" Pestilence flung goop in Gustave's eyes and charged his prey.
Shelton burst out of the room, running down the only hallway he could see. Barely keeping ahead of his pursuer, he realized with a pang that he was headed right for a railing overlooking the ocean. With no other choice, he leaped over the edge.
Pestilence saw the railing coming and screeched to a stop, but then Gustave smashed into his back and with a cry Pestilence plummeted into the water, dissipating into a lifeless foam.
Crota came slithering as fast as he could. "Where the hell is doc?" he cried.
"I think he went over..." Gustave cursed as he looked for Shelton. "Hey what are you doing?" he exclaimed.
Crota had hooked his grappling hook to the railing. "Don't let it slip," he asked, and slipped over the edge into the waves.
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Nixx listened to Roux's descriptions. "Mixed Martial Arts sounds fun! As does hockey. Just so long as I can beat people up."
In contrast, Zyanya admitted to Landon, "I'm tired of fighting. I kinda want to leave a better legacy, actually accomplish something with my life. You're a doctor...perhaps you could help me get into medical school?"