You kick open your guestroom and you see a deadite standing there, glass everywhere, and rain pouring through the open window.
"I'll swallow your SOUL!" It calls, teeth yellow and finger nails crooked.
You're tired, you're frustrated, and you're thirsty. It's time to kick some ass.
You tackled the son of a bitch as rain belts on you. It tries to scratch at you but you're too quick, too pissed. You hold him down and begin to beat him with your metal hand.
It struggles to break free but your addition to your arm is paying off as it's green blood shoots everwhere.
After a good minute or two of pounding it seems to be knocked cold.
