You're being a bad boy Pinocchio [ST, Niso]

Eternity had rushed off a while ago. They’d planned to disperse in separate directions, but Niso had been so high on the moment that he had made sure to cause as much distruction as possible on his way out. If it weren’t for the black tones of his clothes the blood soaking every inch of his body would be a lot more obvious…well, every inch was perhaps an exaggeration, but it was thick enough his hands were dripping with it, and it would be very hard to remove a red tint from the wood of this baseball bat. It scraped along the floor behind him as he wandered down the emptied, evacuated streets, muttering along to the blaring music he could still hear in the distance behind him.

“I can’t wait for yoooou to shut me up, in a minute minute, in a fuckin’ minute…~”

The blaring tune radiated much louder on his inner ears, the sound of the music clear in his head, one of the high tempo tunes he’d listen to to psych himself up was oddly calming and focusing after such a rampage. There was a sickening crack as a dislocated shoulder popped itself back into place, and his blank eyes wandered about through the flesh mask he wore to hide his true face, humming pleasantly to himself as he started to look for an alleyway or the like to dip into and esc-

Tink-tink-

BOOM.

Niso hadn’t even fully seen the grenade, but felt a harsh pain radiate from his side. As he’d trained to many times before to let his body go limp so too did it now in this display of concussive force. They were the good guys, so of course, the thing wouldn’t have shrapnel would it? Think again pinnochio, as his ragdolled body lay in a heap of it’s own limbs, he could feel the pinking pain of sharp shards lodged into his side and the edges of his face, the eerie smile of his flesh mask still present, chuckling in a dark tone as he slowly rose up, like a puppet on strings, limbs popping back into place, and wounds healing around the shrapnel slowly, the chunks of metal falling from him to the ground.

“Lethal force? What setting where we at before. Kiddie force?~”

He mocked the lot of them, seeing only the officers ahead of him. Dipping low, he charged forward at an odd speed. In truth it was nothing beyond human, but how low his body was, the motions of his stride, it was unnatural, yet he moved as fast as one would normally. His head ducked and weaved as he heard gunshots, not one hitting his head. Several ripped through his shoulders but he cared little, the aching pain meant nothing. He lost minimal blood as he re-directed his veins around each bullet wound, and ignored the signals to tell him his body was in distress, as he knew full well he would live through it.

He felt the satisfying crack of a skull as he whipped the weapon across the skull of one of the goons, giggling from behind his mask. Their bullets passed through him like nothing but one strike was enough to break through their minimal armament and take them out. A roaring BANG ripped through the air behind him, and his whole body was thrown off balance as blood spattered from his own chest. A sniper shot, and a powerful one.

His body followed the momentum of the shot, tumbling in a disorganized and oddly elegant manner before rising to his feet just as quickly, spotting the lazer targeter on him now, and just before the next shot came he ripped the first sniper from the bushes and ragged them infront of him. The shot ripped through the first sniper, and through his own waist, the bullet piercing them both but causing less damage to Niso. The pain and blood loss was getting to him, but he over-produced from his adrenal glands to compensate. He directed the sniper wielding hand up towards the building. He wasn’t a great aim, but when a bright red light told you your target, it was hard to miss.

Whether the shot landed, or the man just hid for cover, he had no idea, but two were down already, and outwardly, Niso showed no sign of tiring as his wounds slowly began to close up, and again, his blood loss remained minimal given the damage he was taking. Bones could be shattered. Muscle fibres torn…but he kept moving.

“Who’s…next…?~”