NOVEL NEXT Chapter 101: Boom!
Quagmire, with increasing speed of steps, decided to create a diversion first—he grabbed a stick grenade. Once he was close enough, he stretched his right hand further back, and then with the force of a mountain, threw it overhead.
The grenade landed a few meters before the fat men, who were appalled and confused by the object. Upon seeing that the ghouls were confused, Quagmire's lips curled upward into a pleasant smile, and with that, before the explosion even took place, he had already dashed into cover.
The stick grenade shone brightly for a moment, followed by a thunderous explosion, with its bits and pieces splashing everywhere. The fat men were disoriented, and they were even further confused by the event that transpired.
The explosion ripped apart pieces of flesh all around the surroundings, some even splattering onto the concrete and walls, as if vandalism had been done in a gruesome manner and was left as such just to make a statement to the world.
Luckily, the explosion did not batter the area where Quagmire was, and so he was left unscathed. Now, as the smoke was still clearing up, he brought both of his hands forward and took out numerous improvised explosive devices.
Along with a quick change of settings, he had hard-wired them into a different mechanism, much more different from those that were scattered all over the surroundings. This meant only the ones he was about to throw now would explode in a spectacular fashion.
With that, he brought his right foot forward—bent down—and used it to exert the muscles in his legs along with his core muscles to bring up the rest of his body. Once he stood up long enough, he pulled his left foot, which was also bent, and stepped in line with his right foot.
In a single moment, he bent upward his right foot and exerted force into his left foot. His body jerked forward, which he repeated numerous times, and once he gained momentum, he realigned his hands and started throwing improvised explosive devices.
Using his eagle eyes, his vision became much sharper and clearer, and with the calmness brought about by the event that transpired earlier, he did not feel any fear. The only fear he felt was of failing to carry out his duty.
Thus, with a smile, he threw out bombs; he dashed, rolled, and moved about in a straight line. Using his instincts, he dodged attacks and preemptive ambushes. A slash came forward, which he bent backward with his upper body and glided down to the ground with his legs, effectively dodging the slash toward his chest.
Once he finished sliding, he jumped down onto the ground as he felt something moving toward him, and just in time, an arrow grazed his hair; however, he was able to barely dodge in time. Not letting any opportunity for a counterattack get away, when he finished rolling, his pistol was already in the palm of his hand.
With the zooming power of his eagle's eye, he was able to accurately track the shooter, and with a flick of a finger, a silent but deadly shot came out of the barrel of the gun, followed by billowing smoke.
The shot screeched through the air, breaking barriers upon barriers, and when it struck its target, a shimmering crimson rose flower was left behind as an act of defiance to its target. With it, a hole was left in the target as it fell and plopped down onto the ground lifeless.
Quagmire, with quick action, brought his pistol back to its holster and grabbed the explosive devices that were scattered when he shot the pistol. With a few movements of his hands and in a single moment, he had gathered all of them.
He glanced upward and saw that the smoke was about to clear up, and the confusion would be gone soon. He brought himself back up and continued distributing explosive devices. All the while, the fat men were getting more agitated and frustrated by the events surrounding them.
They were, after all, numerically superior, yet even with that, they were losing more and more ghouls; it was nothing short of absolute humiliation for them. Thus, with a collective roar of anger, they were able to completely remove the smoke that was surrounding them.
Unfortunately for them, when the smoke cleared up, their foe was nowhere to be found, until a thunderous shot reverberated through the surroundings.
Quagmire had finished his scattering of explosive devices and was about to find a hiding spot when overhead, numerous flying man-eaters came about. He dashed forward, seeking to remove more distance between him and the fat men, but upon looking forward, it seemed that it would not be that easy for him.
Thus, he tried to eliminate more man-eaters out of the air by shooting them accurately. Blood fumes came exploding into the sky as it began to rain and mix with the clouds. Thinking that he would be in a better situation now, an explosive shriek of the fat man came ringing in his eardrums.
Sweat and fatigue came for him as he looked behind him, but then again, he was far enough, so with rapid action, he leaped into nearby junk and pressed the trigger. The trigger was pushed, and it sent radio signals around him, and once the devices received the signals, they detonated in a fiery explosion.
The explosion roared in a fiery apocalypse, turning everything nearby into crimson fire that burned brightly under the morning night sky. Smoke was billowing atop, and the anguish and despair of the ghouls could be heard echoing through the verdant night forest.
Through the vast streets, numerous witnesses saw the bright flame and the roar and frustration of the ghouls, and someone within the ranks had a pen and paper, which he was eagerly using to write. He was extremely infatuated, fascinated, and above all, eager to know and write about the person that was wreaking havoc in the ghoulish base.
His hands were wiggling, and his mind was filled with anticipation, but first, he needed to find safety.