Personality: The streets were empty as the Undead Breed stumbled through. No longer simply annoying small dogs, the horde of Annoying Small Dogs with Powers of the Undead bumped into each other as they migrated; there was no one. The mutual cry of "Gaaaahhhhhhhh" sounded as the Horde moved through. The chihuahuas no longer walked on four legs; disintegration prohibited that. Instead, they walked as the rest of the Undead...they walked on their hindlegs with their arms stretched out in front of them. UltraDoom, a Freelance Villain, came out of one of the houses (he happened to live there) and stood directly behind the Horde. He chuckled silently; Stupid creatures, he thought. He would take them out just for a workout. As he stepped forward, though, he stepped on a twig, and it snapped. Instantly, the Horde was looking at him. Despite their slow disposition, they had turned around in a matter of a split second. UltraDoom stepped to the right. Every individual head of the horde followed him. He moved to the left. So did each individual head. Warily, UltraDoom took a step back. The Horde was on him. UltraDoom just didn't know it yet. They slowly moved forward. "Gaaaaaaaaaah." It was time to fight; UltraDoom shot steady streams of fire from his palms. Some of the Zombie Chihuahuas definitely had some singe marks, but UltraDoom had forgot he was dealing with the undead. Every single chihuahua continued forward undetered. This was getting desperate. He shot a giant dark energy ball at the Horde. This one didn't do ANYTHING. And such, UltraDoom Stood in a Knee-high flood of the undead. Bystanders watching from the safety of their homes grimaced. UltraDoom had never stood a chance. Now, there was a new minion of the Undead with the Horde tonight. One more chihuahua. |