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Muck and grime covered the floor. How anyone or anything could find the haunted house livable to Marcus was a joke. It was disgusting and revolting and occasionally was crawling with horsemen. A fact that made the moon hunter just want to burn it all down. In his opinion this was all the better- a burned down portal was one that wouldn’t work and thus, no one would have to deal with it’s bull s**t ever again.

Stalking down another hall of decaying plant mass, Marcus grunted as he was forced to shove a rotting log out of his was, scowling when moss and slime covered his glove. A thunk, the log tumbled to the floor, and Marcus kept on walking. No one had heard that right?

Marcus wasn’t sure to be alarmed or concerned. This thing was just kind of..dripping all over and hissing at him. It wasn’t attacking just hissing and- “Uh…okay then..” Summoning Dis he poked at them with the tip of the blade. “You’re going to have to try harder if you expect to scare a guy like me.” He smiled, Dis feeling the potential FEAR. “But hey, if you just going to try and show up and spooky me for FEAR… you won’t mind if I take some for myself right?”

Swinging, Dis cackled as the hunter aimed to feed him. Marcus just figured if he killed one thing, he could teleport out all that much faster.

Well, while this halloweener might not be talking, it was ready to do the usual song and dance that was a fight. Dis was just wanting to be fed, and Marcus was more interested in going home with one kill under his belt. Minimum needed, it would keep the heat off his back and enable him to do better things. Things like his actual moon job, not the daily tasks of cleaning or this stupid daily hunting for halloweeners. Besides, they just came back the next day.

To him it would have been better to go after the horsemen but no one really listened to the guy with a throbbing rage boner.
“No offense, but try harder.” He slashed again, aiming upwards.

HP: 60
DMG: 18

Try harder? But he was trying as hard as he can! Sludge wasn't sure what else he could try; he was rearing, he had his claws out and teeth gnashing at Marcus and even his second mouth! Not to mention he was covered in muck and gross stuff everything! Poor Sludge really was trying his best, but apparently this reaper boil was too tough to scare.

There was a unforeseen problem though. Rearing up on his hind legs to make him look bigger, he had completely forgot to cover up his stomach and, as a result, Dis went clean through the Xenomorphs abdomen.

Sludge screamed his lungs out, his blood spilling everywhere and disintegrating the already rotting log that had been nearby. His claws lashed out at Marcus but as he was in so much pain he could barley aim straight.

HP: 12
Damage: 0

Sludge wasn't exactly the smartest crayon in the box, but even he could tell something was wrong with this boil. Truth be told he looked and acted like a reaper with his weapon, but when it had struck him he didn't just feel pain. No, something was clearly off here.

He knew enough of himself to know he was not afraid of Marcus. Death was not something for him to fear; as a drone he was easily expendable and willing to sacrifice himself for the good of the hive and his queen. So technically he shouldn't be expelling FEAR based of his emotions. No. this was different. It felt like his FEAR was being drained out of him.

The xenomorph didn't like it, his instincts telling him this wasn't a simple halloween reaper. But before he could do anything about it Marcus had slashed him again, the blade cutting deep into his exoskeleton. More blood oozed from the cut as he wheezed in pain. Now the creature had backed away out of striking range, and he was too weak to chase after him.

With a shake of his large head, Sludge opened his mouth and put the rest of his own dwindling reserves of fear into a Acid spit, which for once proved to be quite accurate and potent

HP: 1
Damage: 2 damage for 3 rounds
Ability: Acid spit (Success!)

Even with the strength of his acid attack, he had not been able to deter the reaper let alone do any significant damage to him. He knew some of his kind were able to melt skin and bone alike, but all his acid did was to make Marcus cry out, and inadvertently make him more angry.

The only thing he could do now was crouch to make himself smaller as Marcus slashed at him, breaking the last of his shield and leaving him on the ground in wheezing pain. His body was damaged, blood oozing out of the many cuts and gashes he now possessed. The xenomorph cried out weakly, collapsing to the floor as he watched the reaper to see what he would now do. Would he finish the job to make him dissipate? It would be a kindness at this point.

When he was called a freak, he had nothing to respond to it. Not that he could respond in this form. He didn't consider it a insult however, as being a freak was his job. However even with his limited intelligence he was able to understand Marcus's next words. He was right of course; the xenomorph possessed no power, especially power enough to defeat the white cloaked reaper.

As he lacked the strength to fight anymore, Sludge pushed off the floor slowly and began to amble away from the hunter, unsure of what the other would do now. Even if dissipating would allow him to heal faster, he knew there was a possibility it would be his last. Sludge would not take the risk if he could help it.

HP: -6