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[Here is Nathan, armed with dual battle axes. The table, though he stared at it long and adamantly, did not give him the machine gun he so wanted deep in his soul. He took the next best thing.
But it isn't just Nathan standing here like a moron. This is Nathan, all of 6'8" tall, armed, and in the middle of combat.
These past few days haven't been good on his temper at all, and he's finally been enabled a way to vent his frustrations, and oh is it fucking awesome.
Strewn around him are already a dozen bodies in various states of death. Some are simply beheaded, some look like they've been chopped repeatedly, some even look like he tossed the axes aside for a single, brief moment, to crack some skulls in.
He roars like a monster and swings his axe, slamming it deep into one of the zombies still standing. His clothes are damp, his face is sprayed with various types of gore, and his eyes? Are no longer their bright and vivid green. They're pure red, and the glow they cast on his face almost give him the appearance of some sort of bestial demon.
Nathan tears through them like nothing until only two are left; he throws an axe square at one with all the strength he can muster, then charges behind it, leaping over the zombie thing moments before he would have slammed into it. On his descent, he grabs his other axe with both hands and brings the blade down into the head of the last one standing (the other having, reasonably, been dispatched by the axe had thrown moments before).
Aw, but now he has nothing to kill. So now he stands there like a moron, his eyes still aflame.]
Brutal.
But it isn't just Nathan standing here like a moron. This is Nathan, all of 6'8" tall, armed, and in the middle of combat.
These past few days haven't been good on his temper at all, and he's finally been enabled a way to vent his frustrations, and oh is it fucking awesome.
Strewn around him are already a dozen bodies in various states of death. Some are simply beheaded, some look like they've been chopped repeatedly, some even look like he tossed the axes aside for a single, brief moment, to crack some skulls in.
He roars like a monster and swings his axe, slamming it deep into one of the zombies still standing. His clothes are damp, his face is sprayed with various types of gore, and his eyes? Are no longer their bright and vivid green. They're pure red, and the glow they cast on his face almost give him the appearance of some sort of bestial demon.
Nathan tears through them like nothing until only two are left; he throws an axe square at one with all the strength he can muster, then charges behind it, leaping over the zombie thing moments before he would have slammed into it. On his descent, he grabs his other axe with both hands and brings the blade down into the head of the last one standing (the other having, reasonably, been dispatched by the axe had thrown moments before).
Aw, but now he has nothing to kill. So now he stands there like a moron, his eyes still aflame.]
Brutal.