Creature side stepped Jack as he was thrust forward into him. His armor clattered against his body and the Gartagen's heavy foot steps clunked as he shifted. Jack passed him and fell to the ground; Creature then looked on as Lazarus seized Amit and dashed away. Creature however set on him. Modified and augmented too, he was swift and precise. Creature moved like a panther and attempted to halt Lazarus seizure of the boy, by sending his scatter gun into his off hand. Creature's right hand lashed out and his bit into Lazarus. Raking down his back, trying to hook into his flesh to halt him from leaving.
Unfortunately, Lazarus was like a freight train and had broken away fleeing from the scene of his crime and out of the house with Amit in tow. Creature holstered his scatter gun, and saw Jack was up and shambling after Lazarus. "This is a fucking shit show. Bob! Secure the normies." The blue Gartagen ordered with his raspy voice. Creature then grabbed Jack and lifted him effortlessly off of his feet.
Jack was now being held, cradle style. Like fresh
bride to be carried across the threshold to consulate her vows. Creature looked with his amber eye down at the battered bleeding man in his arms. "That guy like kicked your fucking ass all over your living room and stole your boy? You still want some of that? Are you fucking dumb? You should be letting me go after him, but no I have to waste time carrying you to him." He growled as he dashed out of the house and after Lazarus, Jack in his arms. Jack would find the wiry Gartagen's strength was impressive, his body felt like a slab of stone, and his muscles felt like bundles of wire.
"I could just grab my fucking rifle and put a few in his ass, but like. That is a great idea." Creature then dropped Jack mid stride. Shouldered his Deliverance rifle. He then hopped up to the roof of another house, and aimed. Lazarus had a bit of a head start, but he was still at close range. Aiming carefully, so as not to hit Amit, Creature fired.
CRACK!
The
Deliverance rifle gave off almost no recoil. The round left a soft contrail as it was fired at high velocity. Creature's target? In between Lazarus' super humanly sculpted butt cheeks. "One space suppository for that bitch ass." The Gartagen rumbled, smirking beneath his head wraps and helmet.