"CLANG!"
An intense vibration traveled through his body like a storm, bring along with it intense pain that stabbed deep into his bones! Ryver felt as though his legs had shattered and even had an inkling of bone shards splintering out towards his tissue.
In that moment, his body suddenly went rigid and his legs went completely numb. He couldn't feel the slightest thing from a few inches below his waist, all the way to the toes.
His muffled grunt exploded outwards and for the first time in a while, his eyes appeared completely blood shot. One couldn't tell if it was from anger or from the pain.
Suddenly, Ryver's hands moved and his body shifted as he twirled his body around, moving behind the Mutant, His left arm wrapped around the skinny neck, gripped tightly at the neck of the Mutant as though he was placing it under a tight choke hold.
Its breathing restricted, the Mutant pierced Ryver's arm with its claws, stabbing deep into his arm and eventually, its long nails had reached deep into his skin, getting stuck at his bone, the Mutant didn't relent and continued to stab deeper into Ryver's arm. His arm bone letting out a few weird noises as the nails stabbed into them. His bone started to let out a few cracking sound as though it would rupture any second from now.
But it was as though Ryver hadn't noticed this, he refused to release the Mutant from his hold and in that second, his right arm then stretched upwards. Instantly a shadowy shaped thin object elongated from his palm, shooting upwards with a whoosh, latching unto an object nearby.
Their descent instantly came to an abrupt halt. One arm gripping the tongue tightly, the other arm gripping tightly at the neck of the Mutant.
"PA!"
The neck of the Mutant instantly snapped! Hanging loosely against Ryver's arm, with a just a few flesh and muscles holding his neck and his body together.
Life instantly faded from body of the creature, as its claws slipped out of Ryver's arm, dropping listlessly to the ground, motionless.
Ryvers let out a wild grunt that echoed loudly within the now quiet stairs. His body dangling on the air as he held tightly on the tongue. With the they had been moving at, they had passed 100mph! And with the abrupt halt, the force used instantly dislocated Ryver's arm, even with his strength, he was abrelt able to halt their movement, using that force, the spinal cord of the Mutant snapped, killing it in the process since it hadn't expect something like that to have happened.
Ryver retracted the tongue and they dropped to the ground floor with a loud thud sound. They were only three meters above the ground. All the way from the 40th floor, to the ground floor, one couldn't help but wonder how Ryver had survived, with only a few broken and dislocated bones.
[You eliminated a Type 1 Mutant; Licker, 5 Evolution points have been extracted]
Ryver laid limply on the dirty ground, his arms and legs sprawled about the place. A few inches above his head was the severed head of a zombie, it's eyes staring dully at him. It's brain had been punctured all the way, rendering it lifeless.
"Raaaaaugh!"
A few zombies had been attracted by the dropping sound of Ryver and the body of the Mutant and ten sounds of legs shuffling the ground echoed. Coming closer each second.
Ryver's expression scrunched up tightly. With his current condition, moving might be impossible for him within this short period. He was waiting for his rapid healing to kick in, but the zombies had other plans for him.
Two dislocated arms, making his shoulders appearing square rather than round. There was a few lumps, jutted around the skin of his arm (the top of the arm bone) under the skin in front of his shoulders.
And two legs which he had lost feeling from and unable to move at the moment, the situation couldn't be anymore dire. If the zombies continued moving this direction, there is no doubt they would happily tear him apart, ravishing his succulent innards. But Ryver ready to accept he would go down like this.
If he chose to die at all, then he would choose how exactly he wanted to go, not like this and definitely not in the hands of a zombie.
Ryver stretched out his palm, ignoring the stabbing pain shooting through his spine, and a sharp object elongated from within his palm and much like a bullet, it shot forwards with intense speed stabbing deeply into the skull of a zombie that had managed to walk into the stairway
Mid-flight, the sharp tongue suddenly changed direction, stabbing the skull of another zombie who was just at the corridor.
"Whoosh!"
The tongue retreated back into his palm, the retraction force pulling his lifeless arm backwards, causing an intense amount of pain crawl up his nerves, making his muscles shudder slightly.
Ryve remained laying in the ground for what seem to be hours and in the fourth hour and after his seventh zombie kill, he could faintly sense pain in his legs, which meant his legs muscles had been revitalised. His ligaments, nerves and tissues that had torn had already healed up, allowing him to move once more.
Ryver expressionless staggered to his feet, as though he was just learning to walk, but after his ninth step, he was able to walk properly. His movement ls were slow and steady. Not daring to make exaggerated movements to affect his healing.
His heels turned slightly and he slammed them on the ground, transferring force from the ground to his body, he slammed his shoulder to the wall. A grunt that seem to originate from a wild animal resounded, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, but Ryver turned to his other side and repeated the same process with his other shoulder.
He let out a breathe of shuddering air as he flexed his arms slowly, unfazed by the pain he was felling from his obvious torn muscles.