The Tales of the Legendary Mimic : Momo

Fighting another's fight

Max and Lorne walked for a while before the trees suddenly thinned and opened into a clearing. Ahead of them, a trio in uniform burst into view, sprinting flat-out for their lives. A few hundred meters beyond, a battered SUV waited, the trio ran eyes locked on it, their only hope.

Behind the trio thundered a massive, muscular zombie blob—more mass than shape, it had a zombie head and a blob goo bodyits flesh churning and bulging with every step. Each impact shook the ground, sending up clumps of dirt and ash as it barreled forward, hungry eyes locked on their backs.

Then Max moved.

Before he could think, his body reacted. He darted in front of the creature, stinger gauntlet flaring to life with a searing red glow. The blob’s meaty limb swung down at him, a wall of mutated muscle and weight.

Max raised his gauntlet and met the blow head-on.

The parry landed with a sharp, echoing crack. Red energy surged from his gauntlet into the creature’s flesh, crawling like lightning across its surface. The monster’s entire body seized mid-strike, its massive arm frozen inches from Max’s face as if time itself had snagged on the impact.

The ensuing battle was brutal—easily the toughest fight they’d had in a long while.

The blob shook off the stun with a guttural roar, its body rippling as if trying to rearrange itself. It swung again and again, each hit heavy enough to send shockwaves through Max’s arms. But he was different now. Stronger. His reflexes were sharper, his senses dialed to a razor’s edge. Every twitch of the monster’s flesh, every weight shift, every breath—it all telegraphed its next move.

Lorne tried to hold him back at first, grabbing his shoulder, voice taut with urgency. “Max, this is insane. Fall back, if you can't handle it, we aren't heroes.”

But there was no backing down. The creature was too close, the trio too exposed, the SUV their only real shot at getting out of here alive.

“This fight’s happening whether we like it or not!” Max shot back, tearing himself free.

“We arent push overs either, we can keep up with Genos,” Max and Lorne walked for a while before the trees finally thinned and opened into a clearing. Ahead of them, a trio in uniform burst into view, sprinting flat-out for their lives. A few hundred meters beyond, a battered SUV waited—engine already roaring, doors flung wide as if someone had leapt out mid-escape. The trio ran with their eyes locked on it, their only hope.

Behind them thundered a massive, muscular zombie blob—more mass than shape. It had a twisted zombie head perched on a swollen, gooey body, its flesh churning and bulging with every step. Each impact shook the ground, sending up clumps of dirt and ash as it barreled forward, hungry eyes fixed on their backs.

Then Max moved.

Before he could think, his body reacted. He darted in front of the creature, stinger gauntlet flaring to life with a searing red glow. The blob’s meaty limb swung down at him, a wall of mutated muscle and weight.

Max raised his gauntlet and met the blow head-on.

The parry landed with a sharp, echoing crack. Red energy surged from his gauntlet into the creature’s flesh, crawling like lightning across its surface. The monster’s entire body seized mid-strike, its massive arm frozen inches from Max’s face as if time itself had snagged on the impact.

The ensuing battle was brutal—easily the toughest fight they’d had in a long while.

The blob shook off the stun with a guttural roar, its body rippling as if trying to rearrange itself. It swung again and again, each hit heavy enough to send shockwaves through Max’s arms. But he was different now. Stronger. His reflexes were sharper, his senses dialed to a razor’s edge. Every twitch of the monster’s flesh, every shift in its weight, every ragged breath—it all telegraphed its next move.

Lorne called to Max from behind. This sort of battle was way out of his league could only taut his voice with urgency. “Max, this is insane. Fall back. If you can’t handle it, we aren’t heroes.”

But there was no backing down. The creature was too close, the trio too exposed, and the SUV their only real shot at getting out of here alive.

“This fight’s happening whether we like it or not!” Max shot back, tearing himself free.

“We aren’t pushovers either. We can keep up with Genos,” the woman among the trio said sternly. “Hey, Marc, bring your launcher—we gotta end this soon.”

"Heck no! Do you have any idea what I risked to get that baby?" Marc snapped.

"What, you’d rather I feed you to the zombie to buy us time instead? That’s way more pleasing," the woman in uniform barked at him.

Marc cursed under his breath, then scrambled under the carpets in the back of the SUV, finally dragging out the launcher ammo, cradling it like a priceless treasure.

"Here, take it! You better not miss, or else…"

"Yeah, yeah. Go help Henrik with the mounted gun. I’ve got this."

Hmph. I might be in uniform, but I’m not a soldier, Marc thought, her orders really getting on his nerves.

Max ignored the drama between them. The beast demanded all his attention.

"Hey, hero—duck!" the woman yelled.

The shout caught Max off guard, but he wasn’t a second too slow. He dropped just as a storm of bullets tore through the air above him, punching holes into the monster’s body and slowing it down. The barrage gave Max enough time to retreat a few steps and catch his breath.

He risked a glance back. One of the men—Marc—was braced behind the mounted machine gun on the SUV. From the scattered bullet marks around him, it was obvious the aim hadn’t been perfect. Max had almost been sandwiched between a hail of lead and a wall of mutant flesh.

"Keep it up, Marc. I’ve almost got my aim," the woman called, standing in a steady stance, eyes narrowed in concentration.

"If you don’t mind," she added to Max without looking away, "push it back whenever it gets within a meter."

Max nodded. He didn’t mind taking orders—not if it meant getting out of this alive.

It was at this time that the blob made a hammer out of its two hands and then got it heading max way

ahh!, not good!!

he immmediately tried fleeing, but the blob’s massive limb swung down at him, a slab of twisted muscle and weight meant to crush him into the ground.

stepping in  and he raised his gauntlet, meeting the blow head-on.

Impact.

The clash rang out like a struck bell. Red energy flared from the gauntlet and crawled across the monster’s flesh in jagged lines of light. 

Max set his feet, feeling the weight of the creature pressing against him, and pushed back.

“Get up!” he shouted over his shoulder, eyes never leaving the monster.

The woman with the launcher looked up, stunned for a second, then scrambled to her feet.

"The...what was that?!!!"