Apocalypse: Generic System Macronomicon (miss read books TXT) 📖

rushed forward and delivered a vicious strike against her improvised weapon, knocking it out of her hand.

Chriss took a hand off his blade and lunged for a metal collar around Jess’s neck. She caught his hand with her own, stepping in close to his chest to prevent him from swinging his sword at her.

“Pip nine.” She said, her finger pointed at his center of mass.

Chris tried to dodge, but the telekinetic bullet tore a hole through his side.

In his shock, Jessica wrenched the sword out of the man’s hand and executed him with it.

Now it was just Eddie and three others left.

Maybe I wasn’t needed, Jeb thought. Jess was winded though, and one hand was occupied staunching a trickling puncture wound on her stomach.

She wasn’t looking great.

“I thought you were dead.” Eddie said, glaring at him. “Amanda was nowhere near you. You should’ve died in seconds.”

“Yeah, well, shit happens,” Jeb said with a shrug.

“This time, I’m gonna cut your fucking head off,” Eddie said, unslinging Razorback from his waist. “See if that sticks.”

“You sure you wanna try that?” Jeb asked, pointing. “You’re running out of backup.”

The three remaining lackeys were hesitating to approach Jessica, glancing between her and the four corpses she’d made.

Eddie glanced over his shoulder and snarled. “Forget about the collar, just kill her!”

“The score’s four to nothing,” Jessica said, levelling her stolen sword at them. “You’re welcome to try.” She was probably bluffing, but there were four corpses scattered around the clearing.

So these nameless lackeys had to decide whether they were more afraid of Eddie or Jessica.

“Fuck this,” one of them said, turning and breaking into a sprint. The other two glanced at Jeb and followed a breath later.

“You bitches, I’ll – “ Eddie was cut off as Jessica jumped him, gliding across the ground despite her wound and bringing her stolen sword down at his face.

Eddie blocked it with his forearm. The sword didn’t even sink into his skin, halting harmlessly right at the boundary of causing damage.

He heaved Razorback forward, the sword glowing with power as he aimed to cut Jessica in half. Jessica hopped over the strike, her body weightless. The swing sent a shockwave of power sailing out into the distance, causing the grass of the Safe Zone to ripple.

Hovering in front of him, Jessica took the opportunity to angle her sword off his wrist and aim a thrust at his face.

The sword came to a dead stop against the man’s forehead, and Eddie grinned. Using the free hand her sword was sliding against, he slapped the blade. There was a little burst of light and force, and Jessica’s sword was snapped in half, sending shrapnel off to the side of the combatants.

The hell is his Class skill? Jeb thought, sending his Myst out and sliding a dagger out of one of the corpses sheaths, along with a nearby sword.

Some kind of impenetrable skin, maybe? How am I supposed to beat that…

Jeb sent his controlled blades to interfere with Eddie’s follow-up killshot, aiming for his eyes to make him flinch and getting in the way of his sword-arm.

Eddie flinched, but the dagger against his eye did nothing, and the sword aiming to cut deep into his arm merely restrained it.

What the hell?

Jessica took the opportunity to kick off of Eddie, sailing through the air toward Jeb.

Normally, when you’ve got a guy with impenetrable skin, you go for the eyes, but that logic doesn’t seem to follow, here. Maybe I can goad him into revealing something stupid.

“You think you’ve got a chance?” Jeb asked, raising a brow as he spun his blade through the air, making an ominous whirring sound. “I’m a Telekinetic Combatant, my Class Skill lets me manipulate tons of weapons with my mind at once. I can kill you where you stand.”

Eddie gave him a pitying look and snorted. “Hah! I’m a Reckoner, my class skill lets me absorb any attack’s force and add it to my own. It doesn’t matter what you’re holding the weapon with, and it don’t matter how many there are! You. Can’t. Hurt. Me. You get it now? As far as you two are concerned, I’m indestructible.”

Jeb met Jessica’s gaze, and they shared a look.

Wow, this guy is dumb.

Jeb dropped the two blades and created two new strands of Myst. One wrapped around Eddie’s torso and lifted him off the ground.

Eddie, divorced from the ground, was unable to find purchase on anything, flailing wildly like an angry toddler being hoisted by their parents.

“Hey, what the fu-“

The other strand of Myst hardened a golf-ball sized chunk of air and shoved it into Eddie’s trachea, bringing blessed silence as the bruiser immediately began to suffocate.

“So,” Jeb asked, glancing at Jessica. “Whaddya wanna do after this?”

“I was thinking,” Jessica said, reaching down and tugging a man’s belt off before cinching it around her oozing stomach wound. “I’d go hunt down Ron and get some payback.”

“Naw, I’m pretty sure that all happened because these guys blindsided Ron and that caused his zombies to go feral.”

“Oh?” Jessica asked.

“Well, it fit the scenario. I suppose Ron could have backstabbed as well as these guys, but I think it’s unlikely. He was nowhere to be seen and the ejector seats trigger when knocked out or gravely wounded, so my money is on Eddie’s boys knocking out or killing Ron.

“I can see how that might have happened,” Jessica said with a nod. “We’ll have to make sure though.”

Turning red, Eddie threw Razorback at Jeb in a desperate bid to be released from the chokehold.

Jessica plucked her sword out of the air like a magician, causing Eddie’s eyes to bulge. She winced as the movement strained her wound again.

“Is that stab wound life-threatening?” Jeb asked, wiggling his cane to catch