Ok, so that’s a little bit of a no duh, but I mean this comes as a bit of a shock to me. I’m dead, or is that re-dead…well at least I was.
This beast that Buddy is was taken down. Now, granted, they were firing anti-tank rounds at us, apparently laced with wood…let me start at the beginning.
Little Tony was supposedly the target of an assassination attempt, something I am truly beginning to question.
We escorted that lord of debauchery to the clotting freight elevator to hell only to realize that he planned to leave us there with the assassins. They last truly coherent thought I had was them shooting at Willie with some sort of sniper rifle and Raven yelling for everyone to get down. There were doors destroyed by flying bodies, Buddy failing to hit a wall with a body…I mean sure, they were big hallways, but come on, how do you miss hitting ANYTHING when you’re swinging a body by the arm…more than once.
We made a valiant effort to defeat what should have been easy, they were human after all, but to no avail. Buddy, Willie and MacNugget all reached a point that was as close to dead as a vampire can get without tipping the scales into dissolution.
Although that is almost exactly what Buddy did as he collapsed in a magical waterfall of vampire doom.
After the three vamp-cicles were refreshed into a more self-ambulatory dead state Alice requested our presence. Or did we request hers? I’m a little fuzzy on this, but I do know that we realized we were in need of a little more heavy firepower than we had before.
Being back in Alice’s presence made buddy think of one thing only: if the armor wasn’t enough, he wanted to become a dragon.
Well, that would be something she had to look into, and something I would be interested to see happen. Could this be the way to get myself out from under the thumb of this mental midget?
We found our way back from Alice and in a moment when Buddy was distracted making my understanding flag Willie declared he was charging in, and Buddy decided it would be a good thing to follow suit.