All Might was going around, punching just about everything he could. The undead however did not let up. A horde of undead charged at him, they climbed each other and created a huge wave of undead hoping to swallow up the hero. But All Might only needed one punch. The supersonic attack created a shockwave around his his that eventually flew away and into the large horde of undead.
The shockwave slammed into the undead and threw them away. Creating a small rain of undead and their body parts. Just as he was about to send another attack the undead archers at the back had already loaded their next shot and released the arrows. The barrage of arrows all whistled as they came down upon All Might. He simply back handed the air.
The swing had created another shockwave that flung the arrows away from him. But that was not enough. The undead continued to charge forward.
Izuku or more accurately the puppet that looked and sounded like Izuku was watching every that happened from the large ruined buildings near the entrance. He just swung his legs while watching the fight like it was just a movie or show. But he knew full well this was real.
He watched as All Might struggled to keep the large horde of undead back. Even if he managed to send some undead back, they would quickly fill in the hole he had created. He hummed to himself.
He then dropped from the building. His body quickly began to fall to the ground. As he was about to land on the ground the puppet had disappeared and was nowhere to be seen.
"We need backup!" One of the police in the back had shouted into the microphone on his bodysuit. He had been pumping lead into the undead for over ten minutes, and he was honestly very confused as to how he hadn't run out of ammo yet.
"Backup will arrive in three minutes. Over." The speaker in his ears said, it then beeped before it turned off. The voice was monotonous and lacked any kind of concern whatsoever.
"What do you mean three minutes, we need back up now!" The police men shouted back. It was obvious the undead had been pushing the heroes, villains, and police back. Even All Might was slowing down. Each of his attacks were weaker not to mention that the gap between each had become larger and larger.
He pulled the trigger and heard a click sound. It happened whenever his magazine had run out of ammo. He quickly scrambled around his pockets and other parts for another magazine. He found that they were all empty. He couldn't feel any more magazines.
He dropped his rifle and switched to his side arms. A small handgun that was barely used nowadays. He took it out and pulled the trigger. The gun shot an undead yet this one barely even caused it to flinch not to mention causing it to slow down. And after a few shots it clicked again.
The magazine was small, only had eight shots per magazine. He quickly patted his body down, he had three more magazines. He took the magazine and loaded it. He then aimed the gun at the head, hoping it would help.
He pulled and the gun shot the bullet. It hit the armor and only dented the thing. He pulled some more but the bullets didn't do much. It was on the weaker side, only useful against normal criminals.
He however could only pray. He had soon ran out of ammunition. He then watched helplessly as the heroes and villains were starting to get overwhelmed. The other police men had started to run out of ammo as well. And without the support of the police men and barrage of bullets, the heroes and villains had to deal with the undead horde on their own.
But as the humans were being over runned, help came from the least likely of sorts.
A hammer slammed into the undead leading the charge. The undead was sent flying off into the horde.
"Men, charge!" A very old and gruff voice shouted. As he did more hammers were swung. As the people saw this they immediately knew who they were. They were the dwarves.
A very famous race due to the help they provide in the dungeon. Their strong bodies were already better than most people even if they had a physical quirk. Their short stature although made them slow gave them good footing in a fight. And their arms had large bulging muscles that could bend steel.
But what shocked them the most were the fact that they were out of the dungeon. Dwarves and gnomes were never seen out of the dungeon before. Only the beast men and elves were sighted out of the dungeon, well, besides the other monsters.
But dwarves and gnomes never left the dungeon, they prefer to do their own things, only selling their products every once and a while and only to a few people.
The dwarves charged forward. Although they were slow, their strong bodies easily smashed any undead in the way.
"Alright bastards, we are going to kill the lich!" The leading dwarf shouted before the other screamed a large war cry. This seemed to slightly stun the undead. But they quickly recovered before they all charged at the dwarves.
The dwarves charged forward. They created an edge. And with that edge they cut their way to the lich. Right past All Might who was visibly exhausted.
"Kill that bastard!"
"Today we dine in hell!"
"We got this!"
The dwarves all started to shout, they were so close to the lich. But a large zombie appeared. It lifted up its arms and was about to smash the dwarves. But arrows whistled. They all slammed into the face of the zombie. When everyone looked at the source of the attack they saw them.
A group of beautiful people in elegant and beautiful clothing. They had fair skin unlike the dwarves' rough skin. They had a tall stature and most of them had blonde or brown hair. Their eyes were sharp and their bodies were toned, like a swimmer physique. But the most noticeable thing were the for long ears
"Elves." Someone muttered. But immediately they screamed before they started to run away. Elves were known to be blood thirsty beings that killed humans for no reason. They too were born from the dungeon, just like the dwarves, but they were complete opposites.
"You damnable elves!" One of the dwarves shouted at the elves. His voice was full of anger and frustration.
"You dirty dwarves." Another elf shouted right back. They too were frustrated and angry.
"Why are you bitches here!?" The leading dwarf shouted at the elves.
"That is our question you shorty!" Another elf shouted at the dwarves. But then the leading elf raised his arms and immediately quieted the area.
"We are here to rid this world of the undead, as ugly as humans are, the undead are even more so." The leading elf tried to explain to the dwarves.
"You elves and your views on beauty." The leading dwarf scoffed.
"We don't have time to squabble on this." The leading elf said. As he did a spear of bones all flew towards them.