Guns + Zombie = No [Saga | Hellhound/Redhorn

The day so far has been eventful as of late. Decrease in criminal activity means she can take a breather for a change and take her time doing her job. The hounds got a new hire and they asked her to oversee him to see if he's a good fit for the place. As to why they need her there despite no longer being part of the team is something she will never understand. But she will stop by to at least check them out. Anything that isn't work or hearing the ever so constant bitching about how she does her job and what not. Least it pays the bills and that is something that she keeps in mind as she walks about the city. Making visits to all the areas to see how they're holding up and if there was any trouble as of late. Most of them were fine aside from a few instances of burglary which were taken care of by the police.

“Finally I can catch a break for once…”, Freya says to herself as she stretches her arms into the air. She wonders what to have for lunch and quickly decided on some meat skewers and some soda to recharge her batteries. Making her way down the various alleyways and greeting the usual denizens, she found her favorite shop and promptly ordered her favorite menu item. Taking the time to eat for a bit and enjoy her drink, she wonders what will happen next in this town.

She takes out her phone to see what was going on and one of the new pros on the scene seems to be caught up in some trouble. ‘Zombie King’ was the new hero in question and his location was somewhat near where she was. Luckily for both him and her, she was done with her lunch by this point and she promptly left her tip and cleaned up before heading to the scene. Trouble was afoot and she needed to get there asap ‘Knew this was going to happen sooner or later’, she says to herself as she activates her quirk and speeds her way to the action. Flying has its benefits as she doesnt have to worry about bumping into a bunch of civvies while booking it.

Her comms were going off like crazy and then a familiar voice chimed in. It was Redhorn and it was a voice she always welcomed. “Been treating me fine, it's no night with you but it's as good as it can get. I''' rendezvous with you when I'm near”, she responds as she makes her next turn. She finds Redhorn on the rooftop nearby and she takes the opportunity to land next to her. The smell of gun smoke and powder was fresh and it was something she enjoyed. She’d look down to see the green skinned Zombie King down below.

“Any idea on what you did to piss em off? This amount of gunfire is enough to think this was a turf war”, she’d say on the radio as she cracks her knuckles.

(Sorry for the wait guys, works been swamped due to the pandemic, didn’t mean to make this wait so long)

As She travelled from point A to point B, and heard Hellhound chime back into her ear comparing whatever was going down to a night with her, she couldn’t help but let out a raucous bit of laughter that nearly had her lose her footing. “Oi there careful! You never know who’s on these channels. Don’t want the WORLD knowing I can show a gal like you the night of her life!~” She chimed back with a wide grin, chuckling a little under her breath before she got moving again.


Back on the scene, Mia scoffed a little as she noticed the guy was basically playing one of those mobile apps from the bright colors she could see going off on his phone, shaking her head in disbelief and already of the mentality that she was REALLY gonna like this guy if this was the sort of energy he was giving out, offering a warm smile down towards him even as it likely became clear to him in turn that she could see what he’d been doing while he was waiting for help.

“Normies huh? Well I should-“ She felt a buzz in her pocket, glancing back down to Zombie king with a narrow gaze before finally checking her phone and getting the message. Ooooh. Made sense. Guy was lax AND clever. Usually a pretty cool combination in Mia’s book. She typed back as quick as her meaty mitts typically allowed. ‘No worries. Freya I’ll drop in. Back me up with them flames of yours hot stuff.~’ She teased back, shooting the woman a grin before rising up and stepping to the edge of her rooftop, cracking her neck side to side.

“Ya know it’s an old quote but…*Maximum effort!~*”

With that she simply stepped off the roof, dropping down into the alleyway below. The hefty woman was clearly more muscle than flesh as she seemed to impact the paving like a brick, a hefty boom echoing through the narrow passage, and the beast of an Oni slowly rising through the foggy miasma. Her arrival silenced the bullets for a moment, as the goons toting guns were suddenly treated to the rising silhouette of arguably one of the most imposing heroes on the roster. Both visually, and in terms of her reputation.

The Demon of Dallas, the Texan Terror, the rampaging Oni.

Red Horn.

As she rose to her full height, she took in a long, deeeeeep breath. The thick miasma visibly flowing into her nostrils. The veins in her neck bulging and pushing back against her throat as she felt her body tackle the toxins in the air. She could feel what they were going for. Meant to weaken her, make her lethargic, make her weak…

But she let out a satisfied sigh as she took a deep breath of this toxic substance.

“Aaaaah…~ Tasty…~” She chimed, grinning wide as she bared herself low. She looked like she was about to charge but she was no fool, rapidly crossing her arms over her face and crouching down a little to cover herself from the sudden onslaught of bullet fire. About half of them embedding in her skin while the other 50 % just pinged off her rough hide, and even those that penetrated her skin didn’t get far, most of them blocking off their own wounds and preventing her from easily bleeding out.

“HELLHOUND! You got your opening if ya want it!”

After Freya said her piece and Zombie King was doing his work, she took the chance to throw one gunman into another and then get out of the way of his gas as it rolled in. Just barely outside its range she’d watch the gas do its work. Though watching it go down and seeing a bunch of them shoot each other does strike some concern, more a live reenactment of a dark comedy than anything else. But then she looked to Redhorn as she offered a high five, which she promptly did as it was some damn good work. Kicking ass and taking names is always fun with the buddies as she always says.

But back to the situation at hand, Freya watched Zombie King do his work and she couldn't help but snicker a bit. Enough time on the force knows a good cop, bad cop deal when she spots one. He was either trying a bit too hard to sound threatening or he actually meant it, but either way it was working wonders on bringing down the morale of the thugs. Some of them were freaking out of course the more he spoke, the weaker ones always tend to crack first. Freya wasn’t too worried about them in part because they are pro heroes and if this sort of thing had their lives at risk, the higher ups aint gonna be happy. She isn't one to talk since she has more of a bad reputation for being the mad dog hero at times with how feral she can be. But results are results nonetheless.

Of course he brought them in and all would be well, enough so that Freya landed gently on the ground next to Redhorn. The sound of police sirens blaring in the distance as Zombie King walked up to the two. “I should take a few notes then, the hounds and I are gonna love using this tactic..though I cant handle gas as good as Big Redhorn next to me.” She responded with a grin on her face as she heard coughing from next to her. Of course, a part of her doesn't want to ask about the whole gas deal as the sirens were coming and she doesn't want to take the glory for green man's work.

“I’d love a slice of pie right now, thank you Redhorn”, she said as she patted her on the back. With a light chuckle, but then her eyes turn to Zombie King. “Jokes aside, you take the call. You did most of the work and between all three of us, the police aint a fan of me considering my work with SAT.”