That Was A Bad Idea... (OPEN)

[kingofoneliners]

[CONTINUED FROM RP SAMPLE]

Heading back to Johny's bar, Necronomicon Ex Mortis in hand, Ash found himself mindlessly flipping through the books pages. Thinking on his history with it, in the drunken haze he was in, Ash couldn't help but chuckle a little. This little book had caused him more trouble than any book had the right to... Had made him kill more than one good looking babe, just to piss him off... But, when some egg headed jack ass wasn't reading it, and some power hungry maniac wasn't trying to abuse it, it didn't seem all that harmful... Except, of course, when it was talking... Then it seemed plenty dangerous...

Thing was, though... It never talked unless it had been read from, and since finding this worlds Necronomicon, he'd been extremely careful not to let anyone else knew he'd found it. He'd kept it safe in his room, knowing that if the wrong people so much as knew it existed, well... The bastards would probably end up opening a portal or two for the Kandarian spirits, and it'd be the same old story all over again. Deadites walking around, chewing on innocent people for dinner, Ash having to run around killing them, and a giant demon or four around every other corner waiting to attempt to tear him apart...

Wait... What the hell was he thinking, even holding that book? Bringing it to a bar? For what, to show people that he wasn't crazy? How well did he even know those folks?

Almost reconsidering the entire thing, Ash half turned back to his apartment, before deciding to go ahead with what he'd been planning. Bunch a drunks there, anyways... Only one who'd be able to even attempt reading any of the gibberish was him, and if he got talked into it, he'd choose something simple, like that spell he used when Eldridge tried to take over the world, the one what had doubled his size and made him as strong as ten men... Just use it as a party trick, and prove he wasn't crazy. Then he'd be done with it... What was the worst that could happen?

Kicking open the door to the bar, Ash walked in, and looked around at everyone, with a smug grin on his face. "Alright, you bunch a screwheads, I'm tired of you tellin' me I'm crazy... Here's the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, that little book you all think is a joke. Here in the flesh and blood."

As they gawked at the book, Ash chuckled a little more at them. Poor morons probably couldn't believe what they were seeing. All this time, they'd thought he was insane, and here he was, Necronomicon Ex Mortis in hand, proving them wrong. Felt good to be right, it did.

"That's nothing, Ash... Hell, theres folks in this city got things more frightening than that... Come to think of it, theres even rumors of some kinda demon God summoned by a magic box coming from Washington DC... This is just an old book with a cover looks like a face... We figured when you finally went over the edge and claimed to find something, it'd at least be a little convincing the way you yammer on and on about it every time you drink... Man, I bet Linda, Sheila, Jenny and Trisha weren't even real people, come to think of it..." One of the more cynical drinkers chided Ash, purposely egging him on, just to see if the man with half an arm'd start crying or not over those 'memories' he claimed to have.

"Yeah, way to show off what a jack ass you are, man... Like I don't have to think about them women every day as it is..." Ash muttered, more annoyed now than anything else. "Fine, you want proof I'm not insane? I'll give you proof." With that, Ash opened to the book to the page that he was, well, pretty sure was the incantation he wanted... "Klathu nichthie vishnaya kuthyar!"

At first, nothing happened. Nothing at all. Then all Hell broke loose, starting with the laughing from the God damned Necronomicon itself. "Hahahaha, thanks for waking me up, Ash... Should have known it'd only be so long before we ended up meeting again... And this time, it was you who opened me up... You just never learn, do you?"

"Oh God dammit... Shit... Wrong God damn page..." Ash started cursing under his breath, even as his fellow bar patrons were turning into deadites before him.

"Say Ash... How'd you feel about dinner tonight? Would you say roasted or grilled?" Johny, now a freshly turned deadite, rasped at the hapless hero, before lunging at him.

Grabbing the Necronomicon, Ash ducked nimbly out of the way of his former favorite bartender, and took off down the street, running back to his apartment to get the two things he needed most right now... His boomstick, and his chainsaw.

Coming out of his apartment, boomstick in it's holster and chainsaw attached to his hand, Ash looked at the street before him. There a few open vortexes, some straggling civilians... And a whole heap of deadites, with Johny in the lead.

"Well... Guess it's time I found a new favorite bar..." Ash muttered, a little pissed off about having to kill another favorite bartender of his... Just what the hell had he thought he was doing, reading outloud from the Necronomicon... This entire ordeal could have been avoided, if he hadn't acted like such an idiot... Too late now, though, Ash realized, as he took aim, pulled the hair trigger, and killed the deadite bartender before him, before turning the gun quickly taking one more deadite down. Revving his chainsaw, Ash went running into the crowd, swinging here and there, cutting the bastards down to size... Whether or not any of the 'super heroes' he'd heard about came to help him, he had work to do.

And if they did show up, he had to hope to God they weren't all gonna be zombies or werewolves, like last time... Last thing he needed was two kinds of monsters trying to turn him into Ash Williams stew...

[Bridget]

Bridget was in New York looking for another of his bounties, there was a good amount of bars here so he scoured many in search of the person he needed to bring in. Day and night, Bridget worked hard to find people on the lists posted but some really did elude him, taking some time to rest he strolled into a bar to rest and try and think about where the next turn of this elusive criminal will be. He strolled into a bar as the patrons gave him the same stare every other person gives him. Well, it's not often you see someone wearing a revealing outfit resembling a blue nun habit. He sat himself down onto a bar stool and looked at the barman, he looked rough and seemed like he'd been drinking himself, whiskey odour pouring from his breath.

'What'll it be lady?"

Bridget sighed, almost doing a facepalm at being mistaken for a girl, again. He then looked up, speaking in his usually feminine sounding voice. "Water, please." He said, he honestly tried to shake the whole female appearance and mannerisms but they were almost imprinted on his head that he had no idea of how to act more manly. All of a sudden he heard the door kick open, a man clad in brown pants and a blue shirt yammering on about something and showing off this disgusting looking book, he sighed and went back to his water as suddenly he saw the patrons around him turn into weird undead creatures. "Wait, how am I?" he patted around his body to see what may have stopped it, his hand landing upon the silver cross he wears to clasp his dress together. "Wow..." he exclaimed before hopping off the bar to escape the undead, seeing this crazy loon who just created these things blowing off the barman's head. "Oh well, no big loss there...." he said quietly. Bridget hated murder of humans but these things were hellish creatures.

[Anna]

Anna was walking from a nightclub after a good night out. I had fun and that drink was good. Too bad the douchebag who bought it for me did not know I am immune to majority of toxins. What a dumbass. Thinking he could get me in bed. She continued walking down the street in a nice black short dress with a normal top and holding a black purse. Her hair was put up and she was wearing purple lipstick and blood red fingernail polish. A shrill blast was heard as she walked near a bar and she looked in and noticed several zombies attacking the local S-Mart man. Wait a minute, he was guy who had to say the corny S-Mart line but he is kinda cute, in a kept hobo kind of way.

Anna walked into the bar which was full of zombies. She laughed and shook her head as one said," OOOOHHHH! Cutie, how about you come play with me?" " A talking zombie? Well that is the first damn time I have ever seen one like that." As the zombie lunged at her she did a spin kick with her six inch heels slicing the zombie's head off with speed and another tried to sneak up on her and she turned around and formed her hand into a chop and penetrated the zombie through its head and pulled her hand out. She nearly gagged from the smell of vomit and alcohol in the room as well as cigar smoke. I may need some kind of weapon, damn pain in the asses. Better not ruin my dress. She reached into her purse and pulled out a switchblade and sliced her aerotic artery which healed immediately and created a long broadsword from it.

[Albert Wesker]

Even Wesker needed a break at times...and sometimes, going to a bar, and listening to idiots spout nonsense, was quite an uplifter for his mood. Listening to idiocy such as the story about the Necronomicon Ex Mortis made Wesker crack a grin at the sheer stupidity of it all. But he tended to tune out most of the nonsense, as it didn't concern him in the slightest. And then he heard something which gave him pause...

"Klathu nichthie vishnaya kuthyar!"

Wesker cocked an eyebrow, slowly turning toward who had spoken. He saw the book in his hand, of course, and grimaced. So it hadn't all been nonsense. And then, things went to hell...literally. Everyone seemed to turn into some kind of zombified creatures. He took a long breath of air and slowly, a smirk grew on his features. "Yes..." The smell of this occurrence...it smelled of death, and bloodshed.

Just like the incident at the mansion... Yes, this was going to be fun. He would 'help' the man who had read from the book, and then...he would steal the book from him. Simple...

Rising to stand, he broke the first Deadite in half, literally, with a swift kick, sending it flying clean acros the bar. "Fragile..." he remarked, before cracking his knuckles and proceeding to 'fight' his way outside.

[kingofoneliners]

"Ash... Why don't you go ahead and put me down somewhere safe, hmm? And this time, don't try and leave me behind to be eaten if any of these humans turn out to be zombies!" The Necronomicon Ex Mortis yelled at the 'Chosen One' holding it. Much as it wanted Ash dead, the fool had proven useful once or twice, and was insanely resourceful. If it had to be stuck in the hands of any mortal, well... At least this one wasn't smart enough to destroy it, or foolish enough to think he was better than it... That was something.

"Ah, shut the Hell up, I got things to worry about, here." Ash replied, pissed that, once again, the Necronomicon was talking. But, worse than that, the book was being a smart ass. Come to think of it, the book itself had probably been the reason he'd read from it. Yeah, the book was steering him, like when it took him out to Crystal Lake to deal with those two bozo slasher types, or the time it led him to that Doom guys castle... Damn book knew he'd read it one night all along...

But, none of that was important. Deciding not to risk losing the book, and not to let it's mouth anywhere near his body, Ash replaced the Boomstick with the book in the leather holster. The Hell did he care if he tore a page or two, anything bad for the Necronomicon and the Deadites, was good for him.

Looking around himself, Ash was a little relieved to see he wasn't the only one fighting the Deadites this time. Of course, his help came in the form of some little blonde guy dressed as a woman... Damn good get up, too... Still, not good enough to fool Ashley J Williams. Also seemed to be some girl, who mighta been worth going after... If she didn't seem like she usually work up on the wrong side of the Succubus lair... And finally, some tall, blonde strongman... Course, strong as he was, he couldn't hide the egghead in him, and there was no way in Hell Ash was gonna hand the Necronomicon Ex Mortis over to the likes of him.

"Alright, listen up you screwheads," Ash called to the people trying to battle the Deadites, even as he unloaded a shot full of boomstick into a former prostitutes now disfigured body. "These things ain't no zombies... Zombies are easy to kill, ain't nothing to 'em... These here are called Deadites. Some kinda ancient, evil Kandarian spirits. The book a few of you may have seen, the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, is responsible for my having read the wrong passage... Anyways, we gotta get rid of these things, one way or another, so, here's the deal... We kill as many as we can, and there will only be so many we can take on, before this whole mess o' ugly comes back again, and then I'll read the passage to send 'em back... You, nun man... You don't seem like you got much on you, so I want you to take off, see if you can't get ol' uncle Ash some real help... Egghead, I hope you got more than that, cause that Deadite you just snapped in half, right behind you again, gonna take a bit more effort to keep these jack asses down... And you, goth girl... Just don't stab me with none o' those blades or swords, and you'll be fine. Trust me... I've been through this before."

[Bridget]

Bridget watched on as this guy fought off deadites. He was all the while using his acrobatic skills to evade them and parry each attack. He was now swerving out of the way of each attack and landing a counter of his own. He broke out a titanium alloy made yoyo and hacked a deadite's head clean off with the wire to it, then kicking the head into a group of others. He had great martial arts skills mostly in caporeira. He then hopped onto the pool table and grabbed the light, perching his small frame onto of it while he looked over at the man who released these things, he seemed to be joined by a blond guy who seemed familiar and some other lady. He tilted his head as he started to talk and called him 'nun man' Finally! Somebody actually realizes he's male. He works incredibly hard trying to hammer that fact into people's skulls and finally it was realized. Which was soon shattered by him essentially calling Bridget useless. "Excuse me, you idiot! I have holy energy on my side. This is blessed, that's why it cut right through that thing's head." His shrill British accent often got annoying to those around him and rightfully so he sounded painfully feminine and even when he tried not to sound adoreable it still didn't help matters.

[Anna]

Anna swung the sword with ease removing three heads of the deadites as the man called them. She noticed the crossdressing little brat. Why the hell is a little brat dressing up as a nun? She noticed an Agent Smith wannabee. Great, a crossdressing kid and an Agent Smith wannabee. As she did a backflip, she changed the broadsword into a kuranagi. A spinning sound was heard as she removed several zombies heads.

A weird voice was heard and she looked over and noticed the S- Mart employee talking to the book. Great, either the book is talking or he is a nutjob. Just great. Am I the only same one here. As she thought this, the kuranagi changed into twin blades and she executed several slices killing several deadites. She heard the S-Mart employee say several things. " Wait a minute, goth girl coming from the S-Mart employee who is either in the possession of a damn demon book or a fuckin psycho? Really? I feel like I am in a weird anime. Crazy S-Mart employee, man dressed like Agent Smith with super human abilities and a crossdressing little kid." She laughed a little after she said this.

[Albert Wesker]

Wesker slowed when he was addressed personally. "So...they're fragile, but persistent... Interesting." He spun around, planting an elbow in the Deadite's face and taking its' head clean off. "Will that suffice, then? Removal of the head is something very few can survive." He lifted one hand without turning around, dealing a swift, light 'tap' to the skull of another Deadite trying to catch him from behind. This 'tap' nearly severed the Deadite's head and sent it stumbling back several steps before it fell to the ground, its head severing completely and rolling away, its' body surrounded by a cloud of black smoke.

"Far too easy," Wesker mused. He looked around for a moment, finally taking notice of the other two. It took him a moment, but after a few second... "Ah, Bridget, was it not? My my, what a small world..." He shook his head slightly, then... "Agent Smith? Don't compare me to that virtual ilk." He tore off another head, flinging it like a baseball into, and through, the chest of another Deadite.

Leaving a cloud of smoke behind, he seemingly teleported, and when he finally reappeared, calmly adjusting his gloves, a dozen or more Deadites fell with severed heads. "Pitiful... They lack any sort of regenerative capabilities? What good are they, then? Nothing but fodder."

[kingofoneliners]

First things first, Ash had to slow the Deadites down... And he knew the easiest way to do that was to let his chainsaw do the talking for a bit. As the folks around him went to work slowing the hordes down, thinking they were making progress, Ash revved the chainsaw up to full power, swinging it in front of him as he went. He wasn't too careful about where he cut, cause if he knew the Kandarians as well as he did... Well... For every human turned deadite he'd cut down, there'd be a real bitch of a monster coming.

Feeling that he's bought himself enough time, Ash decided to go ahead and respond to the three who were attempting to 'save the day'. Some people just couldn't pass up the opportunity to be a hero... They just didn't get it, thought they were 'special' or whatever... Ash knew better, he didn't look forward to being the hero, didn't enjoy this... He just did what he had to do, and hoped he'd be able to get back to work the next day. At least this time the deadites were outside the S-Mart, so he wouldn't be getting yelled at by some paper pushing jack ass this time.

"Get over yourself, nun man... Your little 'holy' or 'blessed' yo-yo's or whatever ain't nothing special to Deadites... Don't matter how blessed anything is, only reason these ones don't seem all that difficult is cause they ain't any stronger than the men they were before, which you should feel lucky about... I've seen far worse... And I assure you, worse is coming. These bastards are a hell of a lot tougher than your little nun outfit would claim your worth witnessing... We ain't dealing with slow, Night of the Living Dead kinda zombies looking for brains... These are deadites, a greater evil I've never heard of... And they have a nasty little habit of following me around. So shut your mouth and do what you're told... We're gonna need more help than your little yo-yo holding ass can provide." First he addressed the kid dressed like a nun. Apparently, acting acting arrogant and showing off how cool he was happened to be more important than saving as many civilians as possible.

Next on the list of screwheads was the goth girl. Thought she was funny or something. "Listen, doll... S-Mart is a great place to work, when it isn't swarming with deadites... Or customers who are about as intelligent as the deadite's dogs... How about, instead of trying to have a pissing contest with the men, you focus on the deadites and keep your mouth shut, I'm sure the rest of the 'heroes' here would appreciate it, and it'd mean we can all go home sooner."

And, finally, there was the egghead. Something about this one gave Ash a bad feeling. Maybe it was the suit, maybe it was the sunglasses... Maybe it was the fact that he kinda felt like a zombie... "Ash, he is a zombie. Kind of. All kinds of bad news, that guy... Why don't you hand me over?" The Necronomicon Ex Mortis suddenly piped up from the leather case it was held in.

"Sonuvabitch, I almost... Almost... Forgot all about you. Shut your damn mouth, you ain't going nowhere." Ash growled in anger at the book... If it wasn't for that damn book, right now... He'd be living the dream life... Housewares Manager at the Dearborn Michigan branch of S-Mart, little house in suburbia with Linda.... That'd be the dream, alright... "As for you, egghead, don't underestimate these deadite bastards... If they want, they'll get right back up, reform the entire God damn body... Only way to really get rid of them is to perform the incantation to send them back to the Deadite realm... But we can't do that till we find, and close, all the portals that're just about to stop popping up all over town... And don't think your strength will help with that in some way, only way to close those vortexes is with silver. Pure, unadulterated silver."

[Bridget]

Bridget was getting increasingly angrier with this guy, he was cocky and arrogant and acted like a complete dick. Bridget then hopped from his perch on the light and kept swinging random kicks into various deadites around him, picking up a pool ball from the table throwing it into the air and hitting it with the yoyo to send it into any more around him. Bridget called out at this man spoke. Still, Bridget was mostly about the help of others, he thought to himself and wondered if anyone was alright and needed help. He also wondered why he wasn't turned into a deadite, he was in that very room after all. He piped up when this man mentioned Silver, Bridget happened to carry an amount on him at all times, usually worn around his neck in a cross chain, he carried many pieces of silver on himself however. He wasn't much of a praying person any more, not since he was young really, but Bridget always kept some blessed items on him for good luck, he called out to the man. "I have some silver, it's blessed. Will that do?" he said unsurely.

[Anna]

Anna laughed and just shook her head. Wow, these people are about as funny as my boss at the hospital, Doctor James. Old creepy balding man with his huge rimmed glasses always staring at me as I walk and ordered the too small and too short in the leg area. Also, had it in hot pink and forced me to wear heels. But I got him with several good right hooks and a couple lawsuits. She thought this as she executed several acrobatic flips removing several deadites heads as she did so. " Your right, you are nothing like him, you got the hair color all wrong and he is much more awesome than you are."

As she was flipping over one of the deadites who was the former security grabbed her dress and ripped off the bottom half. As she landed she noticed that and yelled, " WHY YOU SON OF A BITCH! THIS DRESS COSTS NORMAL PEOPLE AN ARM AND A FUCKIN LEG! THAT IS IT! PLAYTIME OVER!" After she said this she charged at him and crushed his head in her palms and picked up a barstool and broke the legs off and threw them with full force killing several zombies. Her twin swords then returned to her hands and she turned them into an halberd and swung it around killing several more.

As she did this, she heard the S-Mart employee say something and she glared at him and said," Yeah, wouldn't be bad except for saying the damn cheesy line and I am a female you know, multitasking is our specialty. So, the book is evil, huh? Are you sure you are the right person to handle it? Really? I have quite a good bit of silver but I will let you only use my silver rosemary since it is a load of shit and my silver ring I have on." Her eyes rolled after hearing the crossdressing kid talk about holy. Please, there is no such thing as god, the damn church are a bunch of child abusers and rapists. Nothing more. A swirl was heard as she did a high speed 360 roundhouse kick clearing out a horde of zombies and transformed the halberd back into her twin swords again and executed a cross chop clearing some of the deadites away.

[Albert Wesker]

Wesker just sighed. It was all so futile, it would appear. Fighting against something so utterly unstoppable as to refuse to acknowledge defeat and simply stay down. But immediately his lips curved into a smirk. He was fighting an army of weaker clones of himself, so it seemed. They were all refusing death; he himself had defied it...poetic, in some sense of the word.

But idle musings could wait until later. He continued his assault, removing the heads of the Deadites with relative ease. Let them get up again; he would gladly tear them apart once more. It was all too easy to do so, and it was actually quite entertaining...

He paused slightly when he heard mention of portals and silver. "Ah...so that's how you stop them. How quaint. And to think, Im all out of silver."

[kingofoneliners]

Watching as the other three attempted, on numerous occasions, to destroy the Deadite hordes in vain, Ash couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. At least when the people he was with were turning into Deadites, or just sitting around doing nothing, they weren't so foolishly arrogant. Well... Maybe the Deadites, a little bit... But that still beside the point.

"Alright, you buncha' screwheads, listen up! Uncle Ash is gonna give you a little lesson in Deadites: 101. First thing you need to know, these things ain't as weak as they look. Average Deadite is at least comparable to a walking car. May not sound like much, but once they get their death grip on you, gets much harder to keep 'em off." Ducking an overly aggressive Deadite, Ash thrust his still going chainsaw up through it's torso and held it there, holding it's friends at bay with the body.

"Second thing... Yeah, they talk. These ain't zombies... These were people, just a few minutes ago, as I'm sure you'll recall. They didn't suddenly up and die... They're bodies became possessed by the most foul, most evil thing I've ever encountered... Ancient Kandarian spirits. They aren't zombies. Zombies are slow, stupid, and easy to dispatch. These guys are more like an army of... Well... Demonically possessed people." Using his boomstick to blast the body off his chainsaw, Ash turned in time to slash at another on coming deadite, even as he held his boomstick over his shoulder and fired a burst into it's ugly face.

"Third, these things are the mother of all ugly. But, they can use magic, some of them... If you see them tossing magic around, and you can't use magic... Well, don't be surprised if you end up losing a limb. In fact, don't be surprised if the evil takes part of your body. That's how I lost my right hand... Bastard turned on me, an' I had to hack it off myself." Leading the Deadites towards an empty car, Ash reloaded quickly, and fired the two rounds into it, causing the tank to rupture and the engine to explode, slowing them down.

"Finally, even if you do, miraculously, manage to survive, don't get big headed. If you survive, that means you get to go on with life. Don't come looking for this little book to finish it off. Ain't worth it, trust me. You get to close to it, and I'll pump you full of boomstick myself." Turning towards the girl, Ash smiled smugly before continuing, "After all, I'm the Chosen One. Ain't a single one of you meant to go through all the bullshit I am, so ain't a single one of you gonna be allowed to risk putting me through it all again."

As if he suddenly remembered something he'd forgotten, Ash turned back towards the guy dressed as a nun. "And, nun man... How many times I gotta tell you? Don't matter how 'blessed' anything you got is... Deadites don't give a damn... If it's pure, unadulterated silver, like I said, than it'll work. Just don't expect to get it back. Once you use it to close a vortex, it goes with it." As if on cue, the moment Ash finished his little speech, about twelve vortexes suddenly opened up around the city, easy to notice due to their greenish-blue swirling winds. "Great... See those whirlwinds? Those are the vortexes... If you got silver, get there... Just don't expect to make it out without some pain... If you think these deadites are bad, just wait till you see what's gonna be waiting for us..."

[Bridget]

Bridget was now catching his breath, he wasn't being attacked for a second and it allowed him time to take a breather from all the conflict. All this while he was enraged by the constant cursing of this lady with weapons made from blood. It honestly drove him completely insane and he had it up to here. "Excuse me, Tampax. Some people don't like hearing excessive cursing. It's irritating. Thank you!" He closed his eyes with a huge mocking smile at the lady. He may not be explicitly religious any more but he knew how to be polite and that it did wonders instead of effing and blinding every few seconds. He was now focused on the S-mart worker piping up again. He seemed to be walking outside so Bridget followed suit he watched the man dispatch the deadites using a car gas tank.

Bridget was finally happy someone realized he was male but the term 'nun man' got on his nerves, he did a facepalm and stared blankly. His bluey green eyes almost at a non-threatening glare. He severely hated getting nicknames and it really got on his last nerve. He then stared right up at the man. His lips opening to speak. "It's Bridget, not 'nun man' Thank you..." he said in a sarcastic tone, almost with a sigh.

[Lina Inverse]

Lina didnt have much time exploring her new surroundings before she heared a voice say something that she usually found offensive "Hey babe...good thing I like titless girls"

Lina's eye twitched with anger "No one calls me that! MEGA EXPLOSION ARREY!" with that shout Lina thrusted her hands to the ground and a large explosion errupted underneath the Deadite and caught several others within the blast radius... pieces of the deadites soon rained in the general area...

"ewww" Lina let out before casting a ray wing to head to a new area...she only had to fly a few feet however to see where the action was centered...

she saw a man..."I've heared him discribed before...isnt he a choosen one" Lina thought to herself...

Soon Lina aimed and shouted "FIREBALL!" nailing a few of the Deadites that were rushing to join the frey before landing roughly between Ash and the rest...

"You would be the choosen one to deal with the Necronomicon Ex Mortis am I correct?" Lina said as she drew her sword and spun around to behead one of the Deadites that was sneaking up on her "Flair Arrow!" she shouted and formed several firey bolts...one blowing up the beheaded deadite and the others heading to Deadites that were approching the others in the group...

she then contenued addressing Ash "I've heared storys about you as a 'Man from the sky with a boomstick and a blade hand who saved the world from the 'Army of Darkness'...that was you right? "

Lina didnt have time to wait for an answer as she caught some Deadites out the corner of her eye and snapped her fingers "Giga Brand!" she shouted causing a pillar of fire to errupt from underneath the Deadites incenerating them entirely...she noticed another one approching someone Lina...could easily mistake for a girl...a girl dressed like a nun...

"DIGGER BOLT!" a bolt of lightning struck the Deadite...Lina didnt know if Bridget would of been able to attack that one Deadite or not but she didnt want anyone here to die...afterall how could she charge a "Gratuity fee" on dead people...

"Young Lady be more careful!" Lina shouted at Bridget before contenuing to address Ash... "you wouldnt happen to have the ancient tome of Kandarian origon known as the 'Book of the Dead' on you" Lina asked Ash "because if what I hear is correct your the only one who can keep that thing under control" she contenued...

Lina heared of the Necromican...a book that contained ancient evil tomes,encantations, and spells... despite Lina's love for learning new spells even she would rather avoid it

"FIREBALL!" Lina shouted once again this time blowing up a Deadite that was trying to sneak up on her...

"Ancient evil Kandarian spirits...never thought I'd wind up fighting them" Lina mused to herself

"What a powerful flatty" one of them spoke as it lunged at Lina

"MEGA EXPLOSION ARREY!" Lina performed another one of the Mega Explosion Arrey spells... blwing the Deadite to pieces "AND ANOTHER MEGA EXPLOSION ARREY!" this one was mostly targeted at where the head/pieces of torso landed causing it to blow up with a large circular explosion again

"No one calls me flat and lives!" Lina said in an annoyed tone of voice...