Chapter 14: Invasion Part 2

Whity tackled the zombie drakier as they roll through the ground. Whity got a firm grip on his bite at his enemy's neck. He lifted the undead one and threw it across the nearby houses. It bounced off the roof before it crashed through a couple of fences. The zombie drakier slowly got up, his form showing further damages due to result of Whity's attack.

Whity ran towards him at a rapid speed. The zombie drakier saw this and tried to tackle him but his it was all fruitless. Whity didn't feel his attack due to his armor and just bit his enemy again at the neck. He held the undead drakier uphigh before slaming it down to the ground. The impact made a spider-like crack to the ground as Whity buried his opponent further to the ground.

The undead one retaliated with a vicious swipe with his right claw. It hit Whity square in the face making him look sideways before getting tackled by his enemy to the ground. They rolled to the ground trying to bite each other like a pair of angry dogs. Every crawler and zombie nearby would get hit sometimes in the ongoing battle.

Whity fought relentlessly. He advance at his enemy with pure wrath and bloodlust. He bit, he clawed, and he threw the zombie drakier with his mighty strength. The enemy in turn would retaliate as it should be. With this, Whity would also experience being tossed, being clawed, being dropped at, being tackled and so on but his armor would always provide him protection so the damage exchange between them is not equal in measure.

Their battle destroyed every nearby houses, stores, HG pods, and some unfortunate flesh eaters. They would roll through while biting one anothet, launching each other on every direction, clawing while roaring like exerting their dominance. Whity fought to win while the zombie drakiet fought to quench its hunger.

Bam

Whity was sent to a small hut. His body utterly demolishing the unfortunate hut. Small parts of alien wood scattered through the ground while the place let out some dust smoke that fully covered the crash site.

With a horizontal swipe of an armor covered tail, the smoke was dispersed and Whity can be seen standing and growling menacingly. His armor had little claw and back marks but not enough to penetrate his skin. On the other side, his opponent has lost a leg and a tail. The right side of his face also has a huge bite mark.

"ARF! ARF!"

"Graaaaghs"

They ran towards each other once again. Only this time, the result would determine the winner of their battle. Both drakiers jumped and opened their mouths to bit each other out.

The zombie drakier's jaw hit Whity right in his upper nose. The sounds of teeth and armor echoed for all to hear. The zombie drakier tried to resume his attack with a powerful bite but his teeth could not pierce the armor. Whity however, bit his opponent's neck. He bite with mighty force, so mighty that his opponent's head was separated from its body.

The zombie drakier dropped his body to the ground with a loud thud. Its head went through a nearby house and crash through the roof.

Whity was standing there, panting a little. The battle was tough but he has more than enough stamina to keep going.

"Graarghs"

"Graargs"

Whity looked at where the noise is coming from and saw 2 zombie drakiers looking at him in hunger. Their growls can only by drown out by the ongoing chaos. Whity got tense and prepared himself. The two undead slowly started to circle him. Both moving in opposite direction as they try to look for an opening. Whity waited till then...

"Greergs"

"Greererghs"

They circle him like wolves. Like a predator waiting for an opportunity to pounce and soon they did. One of them ran towards Whity with its fangs opened. Whity sidestepped and hit the zombie with a shoulder barge that sent his opponent rolling to the ground. He looks to the other one and just bare avoided being tackled to the ground. Whity pounced on the zombie drakier's back and bit the back of its neck. He lifted the undead drakier with his powerful bite before ramming its head at the walls of the nearby house. It's head pierced through the wall due to the force before being ripped away forcefully. Whity threw his enemy to the other one that was just about to stand up. Both of them hit each other and rolled through the ground.

They stood up and ran towards Whity together. Whity looked at the nearby tree and ripped it of the ground by his bite. Using it as a makeshift weapon, he hit the nearest zombie drakier which prompt him to get launched sideways before crashing to the ground. The other one successfully tackled him and rapidly clawed and bit his armored back. Whity rolled through, making face his enemy face on before he bit that said face and ripped it off along with its head. The drakier immediately fall to the ground, dead.

Whity turned to his one remaining opponent. The zombie drakier howled before running towards him. Whity let out a battlecry or battlehowl? Eh whatever. The enemy pounced but Whity was able to intersept with a bite to the neck before he smashed its head to the ground. The force of the impact squashed the head of the zombier drakier.

Whity saw that his opponent is finally finished and howled to the sky, significantly showcasing his victory.

"Raaarghs"

"Hreeee"

Whity looked at a bunch of zombies and crawlers heading I'm his direction. The fight is far from over.

At the far side of the town, I was sent through the wall of a broken house with a force that made me crash through to the other side before planting my hand to the ground to stop my momentum.

At the front of me are 2 bulkiers carrying each of them a wooden club. There was a noticing dent in my armor but not that much. Earlier that time I was just killing those zombies and crawlers with my KK 62 until a hulking figure jumped on me from above and delivered a punch to my face that made me fall to the tower I was standing on. The son of a gun is not done with me yet though as it jumped towards me and delivered a vicious drop kick that sent me to where I am now. To make matters worse, it was not alone. I quickly identified them as bulkiers.

I have studied this things before coming here so I know pretty much their strength and weaknesses. Not gonna lie, seeing them up close is scary as heck. They quickly towered me at least 5 feet and considering I'm at least nearly 6 feet tall, that's saying a slot. Their arms are almost the size of my waist and their enormous muscles are so deformed.

"Fraaaarja"

One of them howled while the other one looked at me in silence. I observed them as they continued to stand there. Something feels off. I slowly backed off and take out my other KK 62 and immediately fired at them. Both of them quickly went to find cover. The first one was successful as it was able to go down underground due to a giant hole nearby. The second one was not as fortunate. I put numerous bullet holes in its body as he sprayed blood on the ground. By the time I'm done with him, he has no torso left. The remains legs dropped and lay there unmoving.

I turn my way to the other one but I was hit with a HG pods. Damn it, the vehicle is almost the same as a regular van back home. My armor let out some clanking noises as I roll to the ground. I stood up and saw my gun at the other side of the street. I quickly ran towards it but I quickly ducked to avoid being hit by another HG pods.

The bulkier is lifting vehicles that are bigger than itself, like a professional strongman. Those muscles aren't just for show then. I let out my big sword. The sword is almost as tall as myself and is 7 feet wide. I sliced the incoming HG pods like I was playing fruit ninjas. I advanced on my enemy while avoiding and slicing incoming projectiles. I remember this thing was the one that sent me crashing from that tower. This bitch is so gonna die.

I prepared my blade at him in a downward slice but he noticed my move and sidestepped a few distance from me.

...

We are at a stand still. I formed a stance as I prepared myself to strike. My opponent prepared itself in silence and surprisingly, it formed its own battle stance. It lifted its battle club like an age.

Despite the constant noises of my battle drone and Whity killing everything in sight, all I can hear when I look at my opponent is silence. It didn't give out the same energy as those crawlers and zombies.

"You are different", I said out of the blue.

The bulkier looks at me with those redish eyes and smirked.

"So are you", it replied.

What?