Tyler White
Life Mage
Glasgow, Scotland
Affected RPers: @Noblejanobii

Well, the shotgun shells weren't doing too much to Maddox. Might have helped if they were slugs instead of buckshot, but in the overall picture, it probably wouldn't have mattered. As soon as I ran out of them, I just tossed the shotgun aside. The whole thing was for show anyway.

Maddox was definitely going nuts. I didn't know what his motives were or how he even got here in the first place, but he was simply trying to kill whoever was in sight and kill as many people as possible. That was easy to tell for anyone just from watching this guy for five seconds.

"I won't let you send me back!" he shouted as he unleashed more death volts at the police. "I refuse to go back there when I just got here! And if you will not let me live, then you must die!"

They probably had no idea what he was talking about. Every bullet that hit Maddox was at least putting some kind of strain on him. Even though I could tell he was regenerating the wounding, it seemed the heavier the fire got, the more it slowed him down.

After killing a bunch of cops, he then conjured up a second hook sword and threw both of his swords at the helicopter. As if that wasn't enough, he then directed a massive death volt right at the helicopter, striking it hard and causing it to explode loudly, throwing flaming pieces of metal and embers in all directions. Well, I was quite sure those pilots and that gunner got wonderfully fried, but it wasn't something I couldn't patch up. But, first come first serve. I worked on reviving the first batch of cops that Maddox slaughtered, followed by the second. I was sure the police report was going to seem awfully strange that the damage cost was astronomical but casualties were zero and all officers, even the crew in the helicopter, were safe and alive even though they had just been blown up.

Reviving the crew wasn't any more challenging than the cops, really. Their bodies had been blown to bloody bits and giblets, but it was simply a matter of restoring and regenerating them completely, and bestowing the breath of life into them again, which yanked their souls right back into their bodies and suddenly they were alive again. There was only one minor catch: their clothing was still in tatters. I figured there wasn't much they could do without their gunship or their weapons, but hey, at least they were still alive!

"Officer down!" one of the older cops shouted. "God dammit, where the hell is that backup when you need it!? And who is this bastard!?"

While more cops were showing up to the scene, they were starting in bring in SWAT teams and even a few armored personnel carriers showed up with heavy machine guns mounted on the roofs. The situation crisis response was rapidly escalating and it seemed time was not on Maddox's side. If he kept it up, the military was bound to get involved and I had a distinct feeling Maddox would not enjoy that in the slightest.

In the meantime, I just kept reviving whoever became the victim of a death volt or a hook sword fatality. Eventually, I caught up and Maddox's killing spree had been reduced to a distinctive zero. I could easily imagine he was starting to take notice his victims were simply getting back up again perfectly fine no matter how much damage and punishment he unleashed. I knew he would suspect something was up and wasn't making sense, but he wasn't going to be able to tell what or who was responsible for all the revivals. I blended in perfectly with the other cops and even they thought I was one of their own.

Another armored personnel carrier had rolled up behind us and was unleashing a storm of bullets from its mounted machine gun. Meanwhile, SWAT officers came rushing out of the carrier and were taking attack positions behind whatever strong cover was available. I kept playing the role of cop, and I knew as long as I acted like one, Maddox wouldn't be able to distinguish me from all the other hundreds of cops that were gathering around the area. That would mean every one of these guys could just easily get revived and get back into fighting again. The only cost incurred on the humans in this whole mess would just be monetary ones.

"We're dry on ammo!" I shouted to the SWAT guys. "Hand me something to shoot with, for god's sake! This psycho isn't stopping!"

In just a few seconds, one of the SWAT officers handed me an M16 assault rifle. His buddies were also handing over bigger firearms to every cop there, and it was just becoming complete pandemonium as more and more guns were aimed and fired at Maddox. Ah, humans and their flashy toys. Learning to fire this thing didn't take too long as I watched the others do it. As I sprayed bullets at Maddox, I couldn't help but smirk. No matter who he killed, they'd just get right back up again.

By now, four armored personnel carriers were firing upon him, along with a few hundred cops and several SWAT teams. Meanwhile, I heard a second helicopter flying overhead, preparing to get into attack position. Hmm, I wondered how much more of this Maddox could take!