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So I’m just gonna quickly put some sample text here to see if this is gonna work or not this is just a test of the national broadcasting system plz ignore.

Strategists, influencers, skilled sword users, and over the top uses of magic, these two women are the jacks of all trades, but which one will come out on top and reign supreme in this battle? Only one way to find out! Robin - Strategist to the Ylissean Kingdom and the Heart of Grima vs. Elodie - The future queen of Nova, who discovered her lineage as a Lumen and took up magical arts.

Robin
Robin is the daughter of a wicked man named Validar, who was part of a religious sect that would worship the Fell Dragon known as Grima, who would bring about destruction and chaos. Validar's plan was for Robin to become the Heart of Grima, and become a vessel for the dragon. Robin's mother refused this fate for her child, however, and took her daughter and left Pelgia, where Validar took up residence.

Robin's mother would raise her in silence, and Robin would become a very studious member of society. She practiced magics, studied various tactics and even picked up swordsmanship during her time as a simple civillian. Then, one day, the future version of Robin, who had become one with the Fell Dragon, tried to insert her memories into Robin from the past. However, the Mark of Grima on Robin's hand was too weak to allow such thing to happen, so instead, she received amnesia.

Later on, she would wake in a field, with the prince of Ylisse, Chrom, standing over her alongside his sister and bodyguard. After a short adventure, Robin proved her tactical prowess and she was recruited into the Shepards, which would lead to her eventually taking down the Fell Dragon once and for all, with the help of many friends along the way.

However, just because Robin is known for commanding others to attack, doesn't mean she can't defend herself. Let's take a look at some of her abilities.

Magic: Going to be rounding up magic into one, simple category here. Robin has many magical spells at her disposal, some of them a bit more powerful than the last, certainly, but there's a general theme that follows them. Robin has access to electric spells such as Thoron and Arcthunder, fire based spells such as Bolganone (Which creates a splash of lava close to the opponent), and wind based spells, with the most powerful one at her disposal being a spell known as Rexcalibur, which would encase an enemy in ice before causing the ice to shatter due to highly strong winds. It's one of the strongest spells in Robin's arsenal.

Robin is very powerful with her magic, being able to shoot streams of fire, create tornados or even make electric explosions, however, the main problem with her various magic is that they don't last forever. Each spell tome has a limited number of uses until they are considered to be practically worthless, though, let's not have that bring us down. Onto the next weapon.

Leven Sword: This is another weapon that is imbued with magic. A blade made of steel, the Leven Sword allows Robin to be capable of attacking people up close, and even far away if she feels it necessary, as she can use the sword to call down a bolt of lightning from the clouds above and absolutely devastate anyone who stands in her way. Robin can weild the blade with just as much skill as she wields her own magic.

Silver Sword: A basic, simple sword that can be used if all else fails. This is one of the strongest normal swords that Robin can get her hands on, and it's useful is Robin is pushed into a corner. However, the sword isn't all that durable either.

Noodle vs. Katana
Noodles weapons:

Katana sword and martial arts

Tommy fun (classic mobster tommygun)

Murdoc’s car

Katana’s Weapons:

Katana. Soultaker or whatever I think it can steal souls.

Silenced machine pistol.

Souls that were summoned by the katana because it can do that. That should work.

Jewish Zealots vs. The Testemaent of the New Ezekiel
Not trying to be political here or anything like that, but with religion being how it is, there are always going to be people who either take it too far or do a hell of a lot for their religion, or perhaps a small mix of both. Today we're going to be debating who would win against these two religious groups who are not afraid to take up arms against those who do not believe in the same faith.

Jewish Zealots: Enemies of the Romans and a political party in ancient Israel, these Zealots certainly know how to fight.

vs.

The Testament of the New Ezekiel: The cult in Outlast 2 formed around Sullivan Knoth and his prophetic sermons about the Antichrist and how they must prevent him from coming.

Who is deadliest?

Jewish Zealots:
Originally a simple political movement that was against Roman occupation of Israel and the Jewish Lands, the Zealots would eventually turn violent. Really violent, in fact. These zealots would eventually go about forcefully removing Roman's from Jewish lands by just attacking Romans and Greeks in the area in order to drive them off. Though, on top of killing the Roman's, the Zealots would also kill their Jewish brethren if they suspected them of collaborating with the Romans. They would call for other Jewish people to kill the Romans and Greek and Jewish traitors, essentially. Because of their time against the Romans in the Jewish Roman War, they got a lot of weapons that we can pull from. Let's go over them now.

Sica: These metal daggers are the main weapons of people of Thrace, but that doesn't mean these Jewish Zealots wouldn't use them if they got their hands on it. weighing 2.5 pounds and 30 inches, the blade is shaped to get past shield and under helmets.

Wooden Staff: These are more or less used by the Sicarii, which are assassins which were often grouped together with these zealots. They would carry these wooden staffs, often ranging from 3 to 5 feet. These aren't exactly the quarterstaff's of medieval Europe, and there aren't really any spikes on them. They're better at keeping a foe at bay then anything else. Not much killing potential here.

Entrenchment Tool: While this sounds like a pretty fancy name for a weapon, this is essentually going to be a Zealot taking a shovel and trying to whack someone over the head with it. Entrenchment tools were used a lot in warfare, even in the Roman times, and these zealots happened to be armed with shovels with fairly sharp head. With enough force these things should be able to get through the skin, possibly cutting off an arm if put through enough force. Not exactly opportune weapons, but what did you expect, a spatha?

The Testament of the New Ezekiel:
Following under the teachings of Sullivan Knoth, the Testament of the New Ezekiel believe that their prophet Knoth can listen to god's voice, and they do everything the voice tells them to. As Knoth writes the newest addition to the bible, the Book of Knoth, the Testament goes on with their lives, torturing and killing for prophet Knoth, and killing children constantly in an attempt to prevent the birth of the Antichrist. Makes you wonder how they keep getting people for this cult. One of their main leaders is a woman named Marta, known as Knoth's Eye because she reports everything directly to him. She's incredibly tall, and can destroy tables and doors with ease. Despite being mostly farmers and such, there are some weapons to cover here.

Machete: A classic weapon of the horror genre and a pretty good tool when you need to remove foliage, though it is also a good tool for cutting off heads as well! This weapon can reach a length of 17.7 inches and is fairly lightweight, while being able to cut through flesh fairly easily. A useful tool, indeed.

Pitchfork: Usually used as a simple farming tool, this tool can also be used as a weapon by angry mobs and rebellions if they ever need to stab someone from a distance. Pitchforks vary in length, put at times they can be about 4-5 feet in length, and they end in four pointy prongs at the end to stab into hay or loose materials. Or the flesh of a human being. You do you.

Pickax: While this is often used as a mining tool, it can also be used to stab into someone's skull as well. This is the main weapon of Marta, the Executioner of the Testament. She has a giant pickax to go with her tall physique, and the metal ax can easily tear into a man. Though, the normal pickaxes held by the normal people really don't do as much. they're not nearly as sharp or pointy.

X-Factors
Leadership: So considering that the Jewish Zealots are little more than rebels, one can argue that they really don't have much in terms of leadership, as more often than not they spent a lot of time infighting and fighting themselves as much as they did the Romans and Greek. Meanwhile, the Testament are at least united under one cause and don't have much infighting, if at all.

Zealots - 70

Testament - 75

Organization: This is something that both combatants are sure to be a little bit lacking in. Both of them aren't exactly military units, and therefor organization among them is lacking. One could arguably give this to the Testament as they've all been under the same leader for a long time now, but the Zealots have shown a similar amount of organization so it's difficult to tell who's really the better.

Zealot - 60

Testament - 60

Experience: The Zealots have actually fought the Romans and the Greeks on several occasions, so it's pretty easy to say they have more experience considering, at most, the Testament may have fought the Heretics a couple of times, but they're not really Romans, are they?

Zealots - 75

Testament - 65

Tactics: Once again it's a little bit difficult to find out. The Zealots knew a lot about Guerilla warfare which helps them out quite a bit, but the Testament works well in a mob setting, and they know how to work together fairly well, and they have been able to fight the Heretics and hold them off for quite a while, so it's not like they haven't tried out a few tactics. Meanwhile the Zealots also focused a lot on "Let's just attack the Romans and Greeks and see what happens"

Zealots - 70

Testament - 65

Setting
This will be between five Testament members and five Zealots. Fight takes place at Mount Massive Asylum.

Voting ends basically whenever I feel like it. At most we're waiting a few weeks.

Scalled vs. True Eye
To stop the complete destruction and torment of your people, sometimes you're going to have to do some crazy things to stop it, including things such as murder, cannibalism, and ritual sacrifice. Today, we'll be looking at two groups that choose to do just that to save themselves.

The Scalled: The syphillus infested rejects of the Testament of the New Ezekiel, led by Laird Byron and Nick the giant

True Eye: The cult from Dead Rising who believes that ritual sacrifice is the only way to end the zombie apocalypse, led by Sean Keanan.

Who is deadliest?

The Scalled
The Scalled are those of the Testament of the New Ezekiel that have been infected by such illnesses like Syphilis and Gonorhea, which was, ironically enough, spread by Sullivan Knoth himself. Though, despite the man's wickedness, they believed what he said when he foretold that their messiah would fall, and only when he was crucified, buried, and risen again, would they be able to devour him and eat him to cure them. The Scalled are a sickening bunch that are somtimes losing limbs or chunks of their body entirely. They are led by Laird Byron, the short dwarf armed with a bow and flaming arrows, and Nick Tremblay, the giant of a man who packs quite a punch.

Dagger: Most of the daggers that the Scalled use aren't exactly the best. In fact, they are often crude and ineffective. Primitive, even. They aren't the best things to use, but they're better than nothing.

Flashlight: Yes, this weapon is going to be a flashlight. Made out of steel or a similar tough material, these flashlights really only make a good bludgeoning weapon, though they can also be turned on and shined in the eye's of an opponent to stun or blind them.

Bow and Flaming Arrow: These are only use by Laird and Nick, technically. Laird sits on Nick's back and shoots off into the distance to kill his foes. He's a pretty good shot with that bow, surprisingly, though the limited amount of arrows could prove to be an issue.

True Eye
The True Eye are a cult that inhabit the Willamette Mall during the zombie outbreak. During the outbreak, they would go under the leadership of a priest by the name of Sean Keanan, who would tell them that the only way to stop this zombie apocalypse was to sacrifice any of the survivors to the gods, and they followed his every word. Unfortunately for them, they were stopped by a certain investigative reporter and was forced to disband after the death of their leader, Sean Keanan.

Hunting Knife: This Hunting knife is something that was made to cut up animals killed by hunters. However, it can also cut into human flesh fairly easily. These things can go up to sixteen inches in length and are very useful in cutting up someone quickly.

Mannequin Arm: A very unconventional weapon, but you have to use what you get. The mannequin arm is about the size of a normal person's arm, so about 2 to 3 feet I'd say, and they are generally made of some pretty tough materials, but it's not like it's the easiest weapon to yield.

Ceremonial Sword: This beautiful sword is used by the cult leader Sean Keanen to commit his ritualistic sacrifices. This bad boy is the closest thing these guy's are going to get to a true traditional weapon, and it definitely acts like one, being able to cut through flesh fairly easily and with little effort.

X-Factors
Leadership: The amount of leadership these two have is actually fairly even. Neither of the leaders have really been in official fighting scenarios, as both of them never really had a fighting background, and both of them have a unique weapon that's only available to them, though there could be an arguable slight edge given to the true eye as Sean Keanan has been fighting zombies and other survivors ever since the outbreak, at least giving him some human on human combat experience. However, this is also hardly an edge, which is going to earn the True Eye a strange score

Scalled: 65

True Eye: 67

Organization: And lets be honest, the Scalled aren't really the most organized people out there. They stand under a select leader, but so do the True Eye, and the latter aren't infected with all types of diseases. However, True Eye also haven't been a real cult for more than a few days, so perhaps they aren't as organized as one would think at a first glance.

Scalled: 65

True Eye: 60

Intimidation: The Scalled are very intimidating, losing several limbs and looking like chunks of skin are about to fall off at any moment. They look like actual zombies themselves. The True Eye, meanwhile, have the strange mask that can certainly scare off their opponents, and goes well with their strange, stalking nature, though arguably they both have seen worse, that's besides the case.

Scalled: 85

True Eye: 80

Setting:
Fight takes place between four normal True Eye members, lead by Sean Keanan, and four normal but definitely infected Scalled members lead by Nick and Laird. The fight takes place at the Willamette Mall from the first game.

Pit vs. Michael the Archangel
It's time for a battle of divine proportions as two iconic angels duke it out and see who the best servant of the gods are! These divine beings may be seen as more beautiful in today's media, but these two angels are armed more than just a pretty face, and they're ready to use their weapons to fight!

Pit: The general of the Armies of Light, Palutena's second in command, and the destroyer of Hades, along with other monsters and even gods.

Michael: God's archangel who would take his sword and use it to fight satan himself. He is God's general and the one who would be chosen to fight and slay the evils of the world.

Who is deadliest?

Pit
Ah, Pit, probably one of my favorite video game characters, but that won't make me put bias on him, hopefully. Pit is one of the commanders of the Underworld. In fact, he's the...only commander of the underworld, and he's an angel! Though, he's an angel that can't fly. It's probably due to some birth defect or something, but he's iconic for flying! This is because of the goddess Palutena, who offers him the power of flight for a limited amount of time, around five minutes or so. She also gives him a wide amount of spells to use out on the field of battle, which he'll be using in this fight. On top of that he also has a wide arsenal of weapons at his side, but right now we'll only be using one.

Palutena Bow: Pit's most iconic weapon ever, the angel uses this weapon to rapid fire arrows of light to kill off all kinds of demons, monsters, and they're even effective against other soldiers of light. The arrows also gain more speed the further they travel, and when pit uses it's dash attack, it can prove to be a devastating weapon. Not only can this thing shoot an absurd amount of arrows, but it's also able to be split apart into two sword weapons that Pit is incredibly proficient with. Pit can easily switch between bow and sword with a surprising amount of efficiency.

Healing: Another spell gifted by the goddess herself, this ability can heal Pit a great amount, sometimes healing him up completely from even the most grievous wounds, and because of this Pit can take a lot more abuse than one would expect from such a boy, which does him wonders against the gods themselves.

Michael the Archangel
Michael the Archangel is mentioned in the bible as the commander of god's armies, wielding his own sword to destroy the enemies of God. When Satan had rose up against God, Michael was there with his sword and his own heavenly host of angels and fought the armies of Satan. He would eventually defeat the fallen angel and cast Satan and his host of angels out from heaven and push them down into Hell, where they forever reside.

Sword of Discrimination: The blade that Michael had used to fight Satan and his armies. This sword is wreathed in holy flame and is a tremendous sword, worthy of an angel on Michael's caliber. Not only can this sword destroy most people in it's path, but Michael can also use the fire and expel it from the sword, like some kind of laser sword thing (I got this from another battle and no one had called him out on that so...)

Healing: Michael is seen as the archangel of healing. Kind of like the patron saint of healing, and because of this, it wouldn't be too far fetched to assume that he would be able to heal himself, especially since he is a divine being, and they are sure to come with some crazy powers along with it, so, I think this is a good addition to his move set.

X-Factors
Experience: Both of these combatants have a lot of experience fighting powerful beings behind them. Michael has fought a variety of demons and evil beings, while Pit has fought creatures such as the Hewdraw, the Phoenix, and Cragalanche, as well as gods and even an anti-hero version of himself. Arguably, Pit has a more diverse amount of experience and is able to fight opponents just as capable at swordplay.

Pit: 85

Michael: 80

Air Mobility: Both of these angels are unsurprisingly mobile, though with Pit, his mobility is limited to about five minutes of flight, while Michael only loses his flight if those wings were ripped off of him. Pit has shown to be a skilled flyer, however, and is quick and nimble along the battlefield, while Michael and his hulking sword could prove to slow himself down, but he makes up for this in his unlimited flight.

Pit: 80

Michael: 85

Ground Mobility: This is where things become a little bit reversed. Pit is quick, nimble and has a small frame, making it easier for him to dodge certain attack. Pit can also dodge attacks upon attacks, having dodged things such as Phosphora's lightning. Meanwhile, Michael's sword isn't exactly that lightweight, so it can slow him down when he's on the ground, and it takes more effort and time to strike with it than Pit's bow/short swords.

Pit: 85

Michael: 80

Intimidation: Let's be real, here, Pit isn't an intimidating figure. He's just a boy, and not even a strong looking one at that. Michael is an angel with a flaming sword who is also a demon killer. This is sort of a simple comparison here.

Pit: 60

Michael: 80

Determination: Both of these fighters have gone through some impressive battles that they have arguably only gone through with determination on their side. Pit is fighting for the goddess Palutena and refuses to back down, while Michael is fighting for the forces of good everywhere and also refuses to back down. Clearly, these fighters have lots of determination.

Pit: 90

Michael: 90

Fight takes place in the Roman Colosseum. The loser doesn't necessarily have to die, but just admit defeat.

= Raiden (Metal Gear) vs. Zombina (Monster Musume) =

Raiden ascended towards the bottom of the oil platform, carefully gripping each rung of the rusting ladder. The ladder was built in to the outer side of one of the struts, and was only used for occasional maintenance, and most importantly, it was far away from the watchful spotlights that swept back and forth across the interior of the underbelly. Raiden had spent the past four hours hiding beneath the dock, but now night had fallen, and it was time for the cyborg ninja to make his move. The platform was owned by Raven Sword, one of the five major private military corporations on the market, who had recently purchased the platform to use as a training facility. It was here that Raven Sword’s new recruits, which, to the shock of the world, now included demihumans, would be molded into the unstoppable killing machines that the PMC showed off in their commercials.

Raiden had it on good authority that Raven Sword’s CEO would be paying the facility a visit for an inspection, and that he would be arriving tonight. It was a rare opportunity to make contact with such an elusive man, and perhaps gain whatever knowledge he had on his superior - the head of all of the five major PMCs - the enigmatic Liquid Ocelot.

The sounds of the main loading dock were clearly audible, even from Raiden’s position hundreds of feet up. The staff, who were busy loading crates filled with training weapons and practice targets onto automatic lifts, were working particularly hard, no doubt spurred on by their supervisors who were determined to make a good impression on the CEO. This high level of activity was perfect for an infiltration - everyone in the facility would be much too focused on the task at hand to waste time surveying the surroundings and perhaps noticing an intruder in the corner of their eye.

The top of the ladder ended at a catwalk, which was suspended just below the first floor of the main facility. Raiden stepped up on the catwalk and promptly leaped onto the ceiling, concealing himself amid the mess of vents and pipes to avoid any patrolling guards. He scurried between hiding places as he searched for an opening into the first floor. He didn’t have any clue as to what the CEO’s itinerary would be, so he knew would have to find a vantage point where he could see all of the lifts, and be ready to follow as soon as he spotted his target.

It wasn’t long before Raiden found his opening; there was a garbage disposal chute that emptied out into the sea. It was covered by a thin grating, which likely could only be opened automatically from the inside. Raiden drew one of his knives from a sheath on his waist and sliced it open, and quickly caught the remains of the grating with his uniquely flexible cyborg feet before they plummeted down into the water, and wedged them in between two pipes. The workers below were likely too busy to notice the splash, but there was no point to being careless. The cyborg ninja slipped into the newly-created entryway, but refrained from passing through. Instead, he activated his artificial eyepieces, which extended from the sides of his visor and covered his eyes, instantly giving him an augmented view of his surroundings. The limited radar was enough to tell him that a large group of workers were currently descending on the lift. Now sure that the coast was clear, Raiden emerged from the opening and rushed up the nearest wall. At the top, he jumped off the wall and landed on the top of a suspended light, which gave him a perfect view of all the lift entrances. All that was left to do was to wait until the target arrived.

...

"So, remind me again what the plan was?" asked the zombie girl as she inspected her several guns, ensuring that they were in proper working condition. With surprisingly nimble movements for an undead, she removed, examined, and reinserted the magazines of each gun in one fluid motion, one after the other. She then cocked them and slung them onto her back. She was feeling dangerous, and had packed a whole arsenal of weaponry. This was going to be a fun night, she could feel it.

"Are you kidding me?" Doppel mumbled with a sigh as she collapsed onto her seat. The rough seas were violently rocking the boat back and forth, and she didn't seem to be taking it well. "Zombina, come on, I want to get off this boat and your slow undead ass isn't exactly helping."

"Oh, be quiet. I’m putting my undead ass on the line by coming in the first place. Smith, what's the sitrep? What're we doing?'"

"For the fifth time, Zombina, we're going to be infiltrating the compound, locating and arresting the man in charge on suspicion of involvement with war crimes, and making sure they get back to M.O.N. headquarters safely. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but this is an international security mission. We got called in because we were one of the closest people nearby with experience."

"And other humans can't go in because...?"

"Because there are monsters running around. You know the rules, a human can't legally hurt a monster. That's why we got our job."

"Remind me to vote to get that law changed."

Zombina chuckled as she readied her submachine guns, one in each hand. "If it's going to be that easy, then just send me in. I'll be your eyes in the sky. Or, uh, in the compound. I got it under control, don't worry." She gave a confident smile and Smith sighed.

"You better," she muttered as she began to walk away. "We're going to be approaching the dock in a minute. Manako's going to be taking care of resistance there. After that, you head out on your own and search the building. Tell us what you find and we'll join in once we have a good layout of the place. And Zombina? If something goes wrong, don't try to be a hero. Use your radio and call for help."

"Understood! Sneak in, arrest the chump, be a hero. You got it." She gave Smith a playful grin which caused her to roll her eyes behind her sunglasses as she walked off to the cabin. Shortly afterwards, the boat shook as it knocked against the dock of the massive oil platform that now loomed overhead.

The night was cold, dark, and rainy. Not much, just a light drizzle. She glanced down to the water and saw that there were two dead bodies floating around close to the docks. Manako's victims, she had to guess. How far out did she take the shot? A kilometer? Two? Probably. Either way, she didn't have to worry about them.

"Mission kidnap some dude is a go." Zombina chuckled into her radio as she rushed off the boat and leaped onto the dock. She casually strolled through the seemingly empty dock, before being interrupted by a voice coming from behind a metal drum, which panickedly whispered about the possibility of a sniper in the middle of the ocean. Zombina tapped her finger against her earpiece. "'Hey Smith, I need some sort of distraction, yeah? Got any ideas?"

"Remember that weapon that we were working on for Manako? The flare sniper? Have a look." There was a loud, ear piercing noise as Zombina saw a red ball out of the corner of her eye. She glanced over and noticed that it was, in fact, a flare, and that it was flying towards a different part of the platform. She hummed curiously and hid behind a shipping crate, just as a few soldiers went running by. Orcs, by the looks of them.

"Gotta say, didn't think you'd get it to work." She chuckled as she watched the soldiers run away. Once she was sure they were gone, she stood up from her hiding spot and began moving through the platform, taking it in an unprofessional and casual manner for the situation until she reached her entry point. It was a lift that looked like it was supposed to be used for moving these giant shipping crates. Well, it's going to have a significantly lighter load. One press of a button and she was ascending. Showtime.

...

Raiden finally broke his steady gaze on the entrances to the lifts when he heard echoing voices coming from a hallway, which sounded like two men arguing. He turned on his radar and saw that there were two soldiers about to emerge from an entryway on the far right. After they entered, Raiden could see that they were both looking groggy, with shoddy uniforms. They had likely just been woken up for a shift change.

“I just tried it again, nothing. So why isn’t anyone picking up?” asked the taller of the two.

“I dunno, maybe they’re all on break,” his shorter companion lazily replied.

“Break? The suits have been all over our asses for a week now! You think they would suddenly give an entire shift a surprise break for all their hard work?”

“Okay, maybe no one heard the call.”

“Bullshit. There’s dozens of them down there, someone had to have heard it.” He faced his companion with an obviously irritated expression. “There’s no way this isn’t your fault. The radio is busted, and how’s that going to look what the prez shows up and no one hears about it until he’s already through the front door? You need to fix that shit now, Young.”

“Sorry, Gomez, but I’ve been busy with other things. You know how it is,” the soldier named Young answered.

“Are you talking about that “ranger” proposal you were so excited about? That’s a load of shit; you should’ve been done with that a month ago. God, you never finish anything.”

Raiden wasn’t paying attention to the conversation at that point. There was something much more concerning in the room now. One of the lifts had just brought up the body of a red-haired woman in a yellow uniform, lying spread eagle in the middle. The soldiers hadn’t noticed it yet.

“I’m trying to help you here, Young. If you don’t pick up the slack, the bosses are gonna notice, and if that happens-”

Young wasn’t paying attention. His eyes were fixated on the sight of the corpse in the lift. Gomez noticed and turned to the lift as well.

“Um, ma’am? Are you alright?” Gomez called out, his voice shaking. Raiden’s advanced eyes made it obvious to him that Gomez’s mental state was deteriorating quickly. All the VR training that Raven Sword gave its recruits clearly still couldn’t prepare them for the shock of seeing a real dead body for the first time.

Gomez looked at Young, and then back at the corpse. He began to slowly walk towards it.

“Wh-who is it?” Young stuttered.

“I… don’t know. I’ve never seen her before,” Gomez said as he bent down to get a closer look at the corpse’s face. “Her face is all covered in stitches.” He put his hand against the side of the woman’s neck.

“There's no pulse. And she’s not breathing either.” Gomez stood up. His visage quickly shifted from one of shock to one of panic. “Shit! Young, we need to call-”

Gomez paused at turned back towards Young, now with a distinct look of anger in his eyes.

“Oh wait, we can’t call in it, because the fucking radio is broken! And now we got a corpse that just shows up on our doorstep one day and no one in the entire building is gonna know about it until-”

He was silenced by a spray of bullets that tore through his head. The “corpse” was now standing up straight with a submachine gun in her hand and delighted grin on her face. Gomez’s body held still for a moment before falling face down on the floor. Young didn’t have time to react before he was granted the same fate. The worst part was that, according to Raiden’s eyes, the woman was still displaying all the signs of a long-dead corpse.

This was a major wrench in Raiden’s plans. With a walking corpse on a rampage throughout the facility, the CEO would certainly be removed as soon as he arrived, and Raiden’s window of opportunity would be lost. Whatever this thing was, it needed to be taken care of now. The ninja drew his SOCOM pistol from its holster and, with inhuman precision, fired a single shot through the woman’s head. She stumbled backwards, but remained standing. A red liquid, much too thin to be natural blood, leaked out of the bullet hole and was wiped away by the woman’s hand before it reached her eyes. Her smiled hadn’t faded, and she looked up at Raiden, staring him directly in the eye. Raiden’s thoughts immediately went to Vamp, his nanomachine-ridden adversary who had survived countless fatal wounds, and always came back for more. Nanomachines would explain her resistance to bullets, but the way that her vital signs were that of a dead woman remained a mystery.

Raiden drew his sword instead and leaped through the air to the light next to him, just as a spray of submachine gun bullets headed to his last position. The sound of constant gunfire filled the air as a second burst narrowly missed the cyborg ninja again and struck the metal beams on the ceiling, ricocheting off into the distance. Raiden dropped off the light and took cover in the hallway that the two soldiers had came from earlier.

As Raiden considered his possible angles of attack, the woman finally spoke, in a voice that was almost childlike in its glee. “I’ve never seen a monster like you before. I think this is gonna be fun!”

...

The foremost issue for Raiden at the moment was that he was completely out of intel on whatever this thing that was trying to kill him even was. In his FOXHOUND days, he would've relied on his support team for answers, but after years as a loner he had learned to rely on himself. The first step was to test the waters and figure out what could and couldn't hurt her. Her vital signs read that she was dead, but perhaps a bullet in the right place would put her down for good, or at least disable her. He returned his sword to its sheath and took out his pistol again. Peaking out from behind cover, he fired two shots to the center of mass, followed by one shot each to the heart and both lungs.

Thef five .45 ACP rounds hit their targets dead on, but the undead woman barely even registered them. Instead, Zombina equipped her dual FAMAS rifles, aimed one of them at the cyborg, and fired. Raiden barely moved out of the way in time as the bullets struck the wall he was just standing in front of. The situation was deteriorating, fast. With every bullet fired, it meant another mercenary headed to his location.

Zombina, meanwhile, ejected the empty magazine out of the FAMAS she had fired, and spoke into her earpiece as she reloaded. "Smith, it's me. I got a live one here. Some sort of monster. Pretty hostile, too."

"Shit. You need backup? We can storm in and-"

"You kidding me? I-" She had finished reloading by the time she caught a glimpse of Raiden running to the other side of the hallway entrance. She raised both her guns at him and fired. Most of the shots missed, but she was pretty sure she hit him in the leg at least a couple of times. "I got this."

"Zombina!"

"Look, Smith, don't worry about it. I'm a professional." She slung her FAMAS rifles onto her back and instead opted for the lighter machine pistols that she was carrying. Just before she entered the hallway, she took a deep breath to hype herself up, before spinning around the wall and aiming her guns down the way that Raiden had ran.

There wasn't anything to be found there. Zombina frowned and put a hand on her hip. Great, she lost the target entirely. That was going to cause some problems. Maybe she should report that in? No way, she had to find this guy on her own. She was just about to walk down the hallway in search of her enemy when she heard something drop down behind her from the ceiling. She was about to turn around when she felt a knife jab into her leg, causing her to stumble, and then an arm go around her shoulders, pinning her arms in place with an iron grip. A blade was placed against her neck.

"Gotcha. I got a few questions for you."

"Well, here's my answers!" She sounded far too confident for Raiden's tastes. Within a moment, Zombina spun her machine pistols around so that they were upside down, pointing them towards her own body as well as Raiden's. She pulled the triggers, and a hail of bullets came out to assault the two of them. They went right through Zombin's body and hit Raiden dead on.

The modified human's built-in inhibitors prevented any real pain as Zombina empty half of her magazines into him, but the shock was enough to make him loosen his grip long enough for the zombie girl to break free. Raiden bolted to the left and leaned his hand against the wall, applying pressure to his chest while he waited for his artificial white blood to automatically clot. He hadn't expected her to start shooting herself. "Just what the hell are you?" he growled.

"I'm undead, baby." She let out an excited giggle as, with one fluid motion, she holstered her pistols and pulled out her duel shotguns. "Buh-bye!"

Before she could pull the trigger, Raiden grabbed his second knife from his ankle holster and threw it towards Zombina. It hit her square in the chest and her eyes widened. She stumbled back and glanced down at it for a moment before looking back up, just in time to see Raiden eject all of the bullets out of his body with a loud hissing noise. "Woah..."

Raiden then unsheathed his sword and lunged towards Zombina, moving his blade down in a diagonal motion. The zombie's eyes widened and she raised one of her shotguns to block the strike. The sword cut right through the barrel like it was butter and Zombina realized how annoying this fight was going to get. With her remaining shotgun, she aimed at Raiden and shot him square on.

The cyborg stumbled back several feat, the spread of the shotgun covering most of his torso. He gritted his teeth as Zombina fired the rest of her shotgun in his direction. Raiden responded by backing up, leaping up and doing a series of what Zombina thought was rather unnecessary cartwheels and spins to dodge the incoming pellets, minimizing the number of hits he took.

After a few more shots, Zombina's shotgun was empty. She tossed it to the ground and pulled out the last pair of guns she hadn't used yet, the PP-2000s. She ran away from Raiden and back into the room the two had originally met in, and Raiden followed her soon after, blade in hand.

Zombina spun around and began to shoot at him with one of her machine guns, but the cyborg jumped over the hail of bullets altogether and instead tossed the knife he had dropped earlier directly at Zombina once more. It embedded itself in her neck and she let out a slight gagging sound. That was new for her.

Having few guns left with bullets still loaded, Zombina tried a different tactic. As soon as Raiden made contact with the ground, she ran forward and threw a kick at his torso to either make him fall or stumble back. Raiden saw this coming from a mile away and grabbed her leg before flipping her over, causing her to fall flat on her back. She groaned, somehow maintaining a hold on her guns. One still had ammo in it, but after that, she doubted she'd be given time to reload.

...

One last shot, Zombina thought, and then she sat up and aimed her machine pistol right at where she expected Raiden to be. But it was already too late. The cyborg ninja was standing above her, and he grabbed the gun before it could be fired, crushing the weapon into a useless chunk of metal. Then he threw a spinning kick at Zombina's jaw, sending her flying across the room. She looked up just in time to see Raiden falling down on her, sword in hand.

"Playtime is over!"

The high-frequency blade effortlessly sliced straight through Zombina's body, bisecting her shoulder to hip. Zombina's upper half slid backwards off of her waist and hit the ground, splattering her artificial blood all over the steel floor. She stopped moving. Raiden eyed the corpse carefully, remembering how she had shrugged off several would-be fatal wounds earlier, but nothing happened. He ran the sword through the pit of his elbow, wiping off the blood, and elegantly returned it to its sheath.

The cyborg quickly scanned the area with his radar; there were no mercenaries in sight. He still had time. He grabbed the two bodies of the guards Zombina had killed earlier, one in each had, and stuffed them inside of a nearby oil drum. If he could get this mess cleaned up, perhaps the CEO's guards would deem the situation safe enough to continue the inspection anyway.

He returned to scene of the fight, hoping to find something to help clean up the blood, but what he found immediately put him on alert. The upper half of the zombie woman's body was missing. Just as Raiden activated his compound eyes, he heard a voice coming from behind him.

"Surprise!"

A spray of rifle bullets struck Raiden's ankle, immediately sending him to the ground. Zombina was propped up against a wall, holding herself up with one hand and wielding a FAMAS that had fallen off her back earlier in the fight with the other. Sparks shot out from Raiden's ankle, which was now all but useless. Limping as quickly as he could, Raiden hurried to cover behind a shipping crate, but not fast enough to avoid taking two more bullets in the back. He could hear the zombie crawling closer to his position as he clutched his wounds. Raiden activated his body's bulk-up mode, and his artificial muscles thickened.

"It's not over yet! It's gonna take a lot more than that to kill one of us zomb-"

Zombina was cut off when she was hit square in the forehead by the crate Raiden was just using as cover. The power of the impact nearly tore off the stitches that held the two halves of her head together. By the time she recovered, it was too late to react to the cyborg that was sprinting right at her, as fast as his crippled ankle would allow. In one swift motion, Raiden unsheathed his sword and chopped straight through Zombina's neck, sending her head spinning through the air. It struck the wall and rolled helplessly away, like a basketball that had missed its hoop, with Zombina swearing loudly all the way. Raiden ran after the head and picked it up by the hair. Zombina tried futilely to use her jaw muscles to swing herself towards Raiden, while snapping at him wildly.

"Let me go, bastard! If I could get any closer, I'd bite your head right off!"

Raiden scoffed, and carried the head back to the barrel that he had hid the bodies in earlier, and stuffed the head in as well.

"Try not to make too much noise down there," he teased. "If they find you, they might throw you in the ocean."

Raiden's moment of victory was interrupted by the sounds of several heavily armed soldiers marching down a hallway. His radar revealed them to number in the dozens, each armed with a heavy battle rifle. He turned and hurried off in the opposite direction to search for a hiding place. There was no chance of making contact with the CEO now; this undead party-crasher had ruined any chance of the inspection going through. But perhaps there was still intel to be collected, or one of the CEO's underlings to interrogate. Maybe this excursion of his wouldn't end up being so fruitless after all.

...

To say that the other members of MON were pissed about Zombina's little incident was a bit of the understatement, but once the Zombie had, through admittedly unknown methods, used her earpiece to call them in about the incident, well, they just were not happy about the situation in the slightest.

They already knew that the CEO had disappeared at this point. Judging by the fact that Zombina apparently had a massive gunfight with someone, they were going to have to call the mission a failure and turn it into a rescue mission all for the undead asshat that went way in over her head.

Due to the position of their boat, they had to hop on at a different side of the oil platform. With the combines force of four special operatives, it was simple enough to sneak in. All they had to do was let Doppel into the facility, disguised as one of the guards they had taken down, and walk through the facility before discovering the body of Zombina. There were guards nearby, but luckily she had a tranquilizer gun for this situation. Now, the problem was finding her head...

"Zomb, where the hell is your head?" Doppel muttered into her own earpiece as she gathered the body parts of Zombina and put them in one spot. They couldn't stitch her up here, that's for sure. They needed to find a way out...

"Uh...I'm in a barrel," It was the first time the doppelganger ever heard the girl actually sound sheepish. She rolled her eyes and began looking through some of the barrels nearby. She eventually found Zombina in a barrel full of gore that only she could have made. That's...just great. Alright. "You're going to get in so much trouble."

"Shut up..."

"Smith, this is Doppel. I've...secured the package." Doppel picked up Zombina's head and shook her around in an almost violent way. "She's in, like, three different pieces. I don't know what you want me to do about this, honestly."

"Oh, great. Look, we'll bring the boat back to the dock that we dropped her off at, just make sure all of her body parts get into the boat. I don't want to make a second trip."

"You got it, boss," she muttered as she began to find another empty barrel to put the remains of her teammate in. All the while, she continuously teased Zombina about how much trouble she was going to get in, and the commando stayed silent the whole time, even when the barrel with her body parts in it was being hauled onto the boat, and the boat proceeded to zoom away from the platform.