Spooky scary skeletons (shadowolf)

Tsxero heard the person say that the attacks were mostly up to him. Tsxero stifled a whimper as he looked to the arm he punched with. His left arm was hanging on by flesh and a little sinew while his right arm actually fractured from all the force he exerted. Tsxero's skeletal structure and his scales weren't use to the inferior gravitational pull of the earth and so he was able to exert more force than he himself was actually able to physically handle. So yes, it turns out that going full force on his strength in such a low gravity planet leads him to actually suffer a form of recoil damage... which really sucks if this means he's the primary form of attack here. This guy was just a distraction, it wasn't like he was actually even trying to attack, was he?

   There was a lash out and then suddenly a teleport of sorts. Tsxero wasn't really even paying attention but he was beginning to think of things he learned in school...or well, what his people called school. Basic rocket science was all that he was able to handle, but luckily for him he managed to think of something...something that would be much easier for them to work with. Tsxero would need to wait for Shadow to finish his attack however. The Skeleton was hit by the assault, and the damages were beginning to show, the skull beginning to splinter open and the jaw bone now unhinged to give it an even more creepy appearance. It would not go unpunished though, not before the Skeleton gave another swipe of the blade in his hand. With a roar the great Skele reached out to grab shadow, if he were able to do so it would be very, VERY bad. Tsxero stepped into action before swiping the skeletal arm away, a sickening crack coming from both creature's arms, Tsxero letting out a gurgle of immense pain in a low tone that was forced into a hush. His long, link-like metallic feeling tail shot out and coiled up around Marcus as Tsxero made a mad dash away, reappearing several meters away. Tsxero set Marcus down.

"A-arm....broke. Make shadow dome. Me run. Will run very fast. Put flame out. Shadow do more damage. Let Tsxero out. Then crush bone man with shadow." Tsxero said before moving back towards the great Skele. Tsxero could only hope that the message was clear, that he would run and create a vacuum to put the fire out after Marcus put a dome over it. Then Marcus could let Tsxero escape and collapse the dome on the skeleton. Tsxero approached the creature and began running in a circle, the sound barrier broken very, very quickly.

Marcus didn't expect such speed from the giant skeleton and was about to summon a wall of darkness to try and block the attack but was very surprised when he felt metal circle him. He barely had enough time to see the alien coiled it's tail around him before he was speeded away from the skele lord to a safe distance. At first Marcus felt like vomiting but held his rice down to hear the garbled english from the alien. "Alright then." was all he could say as the alien ran off to do it's job and marcus do his. He sat down and began to focus. He focused on his body and smoke like substance rose from i. He focused the shadows that were on the ground. Untamed and waiting. He could hear whispers from them, a side effect of having a demon of darkness living inside him but the shadows only spoke when he was doing attacks such as these.

They are hungry for battle. Dark informed Marcus of the shadow's, telling him that they would allow them to be manipulated and controlled. Slowly an orb was formed that started to grow bigger and bigger in size as smoke like substance floated towards it until Marcus shaped it into a dome like his new allie had told him. He moved the large dome over both his alien friend and the skeleton lord and waited. Waited for the alien to finish it's job.

Tsxero moved quickly and soon the oxygen around the great skele would vanish, leaving his inner fire to sputter out and thus removing the damage made upon contact. Tsxero then propelled himself out of the shadow dome and landed right next to Marcus. "CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH! KILL KILL KILL! He sang out as he turned to watch the shadow dome crush the creature. Providing Marcus actually followed the plan, he could then press down and condense the skeleton. It wouldn't be easy as the Skeletons own raw strength would keep the shadows at a stale mate for a good while, but eventually after about five minutes of struggle and deadlock, the great skeleton buckled and soon he began to get himself crushed. Perhaps he was too durable to crush like this...but to dismantle maybe? Tsxero looked to Marcus.

"Weave shadow. In bones. Then pull apart. Then we kill. Noob pumpkin." Tsxero tried to suggest that they should dismantle the skeleton before moving on to the pumpkin man.

Marcus slammed the dome on the skeleton and crackled to it trying to fight back the darkness that enveloped it but somewhere in Marcus's mind he felt like he used his powers fully. He could have had his fun with the skeleton and treated this like every other fight he had, unseriously and not too much effort but then The Alien said a new name. "Noob Pumpkin." Marcus said in a demonic voice as he weaved and turned the shadows. While still pushing the skeleton down, vines of darkness wrapped around the bones and joints and then began to pull. Marcus moved both hands up and then quickly spreaded them apart like he was trying to open a elevator door. The vines then began to pull harder on the bones and joints before eventually ripping the Lord of skeleton's apart. "And here I thought I wouldn't have much use. I made the killing blow." Marcus weakly laughed before sitting down once again, tired out by the effort in his attack. He then thought of a lazy idea. "Hey can you carry me with your tail?" He asked the alien while pointing to the tail that effortlessly picked him up before.

"S-sure. Give. Tsxero momo. Momnent." the were alien said politely as it crouched itself down. the tail moved over and coiled around Marcus like a belt before bringing him close and practically setting him above the alien's back. The tail folded under his knees, seeming to create a chair of some kind. The alien continued to walk as the massive dome of fire faded away, finally they were about to go kill the noob pumpkin man.

  "Oooh my is this a trick or a treat!> Two new faces I've yet to meet! Come closer, come closer my little ones. See what the chosen of Samhain has come and done!" The man wearing a pumpkin head exclaimed. Tsxero's head cocked to the side before noticing that this was a normal guy.... he literally looked normal. Of course he touched the lantern and a burning fire was created. Must have been a mystical object of some kind... Tsxero let the shadow-user down.

 "You, and you let's not pretend! With you Samhain may return again! Quickly come and look to his lantern. Gather more souls to sate the incantor!" the man said. Tsxero's head cocked to the side. Okay so this guy was nuts...asif the pumpkin head didn't say that already. Tsxero was also quite certain that "Incantor" was not a word...incantation was, but what the fuck was an incantor?

Marcus gladly took the time to rest while he was on the Aliens back and decided to study the aliens back. I swear I've seen something like this. He thought to himself as he tried to remember memories that he had mostly forgotten. When Marcus was let down he moved his legs about before looking at pumpkin noob as the alien had called him before. They guy seem legit crazy, more crazy then Marcus was use to.

When the pumpkin noob said something about gaining souls to sate something he thought the pumpkin meant to feed or summon a being of greater power. Best if we don't let him summon this greater power human. Marcus heeded these words and summoned up a few tendrils but decided to ask the alien first. "Should I kill him?" Marcus asked the alien as the tendril sharpened to spear the pumpkin noob's body

Clink. Clink. Clink.

A small metallic noise rang out softly inside of a nearby bank, causing the customers and tellers alike to look around in mild confusion, before chalking it up to work being done outside, or those kooky kids and their electric dubstep 'music'.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

There it was again, but this time, louder, seemingly closer. The tellers behind the counters stopped their work, looking around, curious as to what could be causing this disturbingly familiar noise. Like a dream from their childhood, the noise rang in their hearts, plucking at the nostalgia of youth. But, what could it be? What would make three metallic 'clinks' before vanishing like a ghost into the ethereal.

"ALRIGHT YOU NO GOOD CITY FOLK!" An Irish voice rang out in it's best western accent, best being used very, VERY loosely, as the door swung open, being driven forward by the boots of the man the voice belonged to. The man meandered into the bank, in a strange apparel that made some of the bank patrons snicker under their breath.

For shoes, this man had decided to wear cowboy boots, complete with the metal spurs on the back. Around his jeans were leather chaps, which lead into a leather belt, with an over the top belt buckle which depicted the skull of a very large animal. Attached to that, were two holsters, which seemingly belonged to the two Colt .45s he held in his hands. He wore a leather vest, with a plaid, button up shirt underneath it, that was tucked into his jeans. On his face, was a red bandanna, and a ten gallon hat.

"THIS IS A STICK UP! PUT 'UM IN THE SKY!" He yelled out, waving his guns around like a maniac, shooting a couple rounds into the air. From the corners of the room, security guards entered, their glock 9mm leveled at the would be bandits head. That was, until two rounds found themselves driving into the muzzle of the guns, knocking them from the rent a cop hands, causing them to, as the man had said, put them up. "Now, I dun need no two bit crooked sherrifs getting in my way!" he once again yelled out, before making his way to  the open teller.

"Wh-w-what do  you want?!" The woman behind the counter nervously squeaked out, he hands trembling from fear.

"Now darlin'." The man said, poking the brim of his hat up with the tip of his revolver. "I told ya' before didn' I? This here is a mighty good stick up. So, be a darlin' and put the money in the bag, before I have to tie you to them ol' train tracks, ya hear?"

"You...you what?" The woman questioned, looking at him oddly.

"Tie ya to the train tracks, what are ya, some brain dead varmin'?" The bandito sighed, scratching his head with the barrel of his gun. "Uh, drag ya with the horses? Give ya the ol' lead diet?"

"K-kill me?" The woman asked.

"There ya go misses'" He said, smiling underneath his bandanna. "Now, put the darn money in the bag, would ya kindly?"

As the woman did as she was told, the man looked around the bank, eyeing everyone up and down, waving his gun around crazily, keeping them in line. When the woman was finally done, the bandit, tipped his hat low again, before pushing the bag back.

"Now, I'd like to make one of them there deposits." He said, holding out the 'e in deposit longer  than needed.

"You...what?"

"Deposit, ya'know? Put the money back in the bank?" The  man raised an eyebrow at her, as if she was the crazy one.

"Uh..sure.."

Ten minutes later, the man walked out of the bank, pulling the bandanna off of his face, as he hungrily munched on a Kit-kat bar one of the tellers had in her purse. As he walked down the main street, people stopped to turn and watch the crazy dressed man, his spurs clinking with every step.

"You know..." A deep voice rang out in the back of his head. "I'm slightly impressed you managed to rob that bank as a cowboy. Though, hacking into the computer system and disabling the cameras may have been a little much. Also, changing the banks website to a porn domain may have been beyond what a cowboy could do."

"Darn tootin'." The irish accented voice of Quick Draw answered back, munching hungrily on the chocolate bar, and crispy wafer. "Now Alajandro will have to pay me that twenty bucks. Bet me I couldn't do that, ha!"

"Right but..you know you just gave back $750,000, right?" The voice rang out again, causing Quick Draw to stop in his steps, spacing out, his pupil floating to the top right part of his  eyeball.

"...Son of a bitch." He finally said after a long pause, the realization dawning on him. "Well, at least we made twenty bucks, so not a t-"

Quick was interrupted, when he saw a strange sight. A random pumpkin guy, with a lantern in his hands, was running down the side walk, and appeared to be on a crash course for the strange anti-hero.

"Holy shit." He said plainly, blinking twice. "What is that, is that in the script?!" He yelled out, grabbing a guy who just happened to be walking by at the time. "WHATS MY LINE JACKSON! DONT HOLD OUT ON ME NOW PETER"

"W-what are you talking about?!" The random man asked in confusion, understandably so.

"MY LINE DAMNIT!" Roy called out once again. "You know what? Fuck it, if Ryan Reynolds can play Deadpool, I can wing this." With that, he drew his colt 45, and, BAM. A clean shot through the head, causing the pumpkin man to fall to the ground, very much dead. "AND CUT!" He screamed out, pulling the man into a tight, one armed hug. "So, great scene huh? Great way to end up the day of shooting!"

"You..you're crazy!" The man said, squirming against Roy's impossible strength.

"Oh Peter, you crack me up. Say, how about we get some Mexican?" Roy asked, staring down at the man with a large, friendly smile.

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

"No Peter, no you don't." Roy said, half carrying, half dragging the man down the street. "Oh and, you're buying."

And with that, Roy and 'Peter' walked off into the sunset. A sunset filled with Tacos, Burritos, and Mexican whores escorts.

"I don't...We. Kill?" Tsxero asked before returning to his human form. He looked to Marcus when suddenlt there was a lout BANG and a splat. Blood now painted not only Tsxero's face, but his torso and his khaki pants. His eye was closed in reaction to the bang, but he opened his eyes and stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth, tasting the blood and pumpkin mixture. it was delicious as fuck.

"So uh...yeah. Nice meeting ya!" Tsxero said, patting Marcus' shoulder before turning and walking off, wincing from the damage his arms took. He'd need the med bay back home to fix this.

((Personal thanks to Entei for being such a sport. Well done sir.))

The tendril that he had summoned earlier splatted on top of Marcus's head before dissipating into nothing. He grabbed at the mask that he had on the entire time and ripped it away only for it to also dissipate into nothing but smoke. So I don't normally do this but what the fuck was that. Dark asked the human in an astonished voice for a demon. Marcus had open eyes and a confused head which hurt every moment more. This was one hell of a night. "Seems our alien friend was a human and a possibly drunk irish man came in and just shot him. Come to think about it I was going to spear his pumpkin head before ripping it off." Marcus decided to say to Dark as he walked away from the scene. That was the strangest night he had. Now he was hoping more would come.

(OOc. The end.)