Madness Combat: Warped Reality

(A.N, This chapter may be a bit crap but this is for all of those who don’t know what madness combat is yet)
Madness Combat, Warped reality: Part 3

Hank

“Unnngh…” Hank mumbled as he started to stir

“PRINCESS! Get back, its waking up!” Hank heard as he slowly woke, slowly opening his ‘eyes’ He found himself in a primitive holding cell. Reaching for his weapons only to find they have been taken, although that didn’t mean he would be any less threatening, he rose to see two more of those armoured horses.

“Nice flimsy cell you’ve got here” He said as he walked up to one of the bars and tore it out of its slot. “This is the best you’ve got?” Hank chuckled as he proceeded to kick the whole cell door down.

“STOP!” He heard as that bastard of a Mag horse walked into sight. “Why do you keep tormenting my subjects? What have we done to you?” ‘She’ I guess, demanded in a calm but angry tone of voice.

Hank laughed, “What have you done? I have just been warped to this fucked up colourful place. When I first awoke here, I had and still have no idea where the hell I am, looking for somewhere to at-least get a clue to where I was I looked to the closest sign of civilisation and headed in that direction, found some food on the way. Soon after heard voices, taking cover I found out there were some talking fricking horses, jumping down from cover I landed a bit shoddily, backflipping across the ground, after getting up the one with the yellow hair yelled what the hay are you?, whatever that means I assume it means hell, I was about to ask it when I got ambushed by a Mag horse like you” he pointed at her.

“Reacting how I normally do when something sneaks up on me, I attacked, after that the yellow haired turned hostile and kicked me, it didn’t really hurt but still, I retaliated with a non-lethal attack to the thigh only to be kicked by that big blood coloured horse, this one hurt a bit, as I was getting up I saw lil’ ole purple horse using some sleep thing on me. As I was OH SO CONFUSED with this fucked up world. Big red Bruce, kicked again, missing, I knocked him out”

“I…. Errr.....” big whitey tried to come up with something to say.

“Yes I thought so” Hank said smugly “when the little purple horse came back. You’re very lucky for this. Came back to finish me off, I tried to finish off one of my aforementioned assailants, she made some kind of force field which took one Desert Eagle bullet and ten strikes of my sword, she cried for me not to kill her, that she was only protecting her friends, I asked her where I was only to be attacked by yet another one of your subjects, the one called ‘Rainbow’, doing what I did to the others who attacked me, I attacked back” Hank was about to continue but was cut off by one of the guards.

“HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE PRINCESS AND THE ELEMENTS!” he angrily yelled launching towards Hank with his horn forwards, not wanting to be impaled again, Hank swiftly dodged and kicked the guard to the back of the cell wall, knocking him out.

Hank chuckled as he looked to the ‘princess’ smugly “see? Attacked again by your OH SO PEACEFUL subjects, anyway as I was saying, I was beginning to reason with the little purple minx, and that’s when you arrived” he sighed “phew that was a ‘mouthful’, is that all you need?” He concluded.

“Well mister Hank J Wimbelton, that was…. Quite informative…” She awkwardly replied.

“Yep” Hank said, obviously getting bored “just call me Hank” He said as he leant on the familiar feeling grey wall.

“Well Hank. That still doesn’t excuse what you did to the elements; you severely wounded two of them”

“Oh please, that wasn’t severe, severe is stabbing me in the side” He looked at the guard with the slight stain of blood on his horn “I could have killed all of your guards and you with my bare hands before you could even count to ten” He remarked coldly.

“W-well I highly doubt that, these are my best guards…” She stated nervously.

“You’re kidding me, them!?” Hank facepalmed “I have killed MANY far more powerful than those guys, I have killed at least five of my kind that have been genetically enhanced to grow five times the size of me, with a sword alone” Hank was now getting himself in the mood for some bloodshed.

“Now I advise you let me free before you get choked by your guards own windpipes” Hank warned pointing to the unconscious guard in the back of the cell, he ‘smiled’ at the disgusted face of the princess.

“W-we c-can’t let you leave yet Hank” The princess stuttered. “We still need to know what you are” She was visibly uneasy.

“I’m what normal things call a Human; I myself am an assassin, I kill people for a living” This shocked the princess.

“Oh... erm... Well, where are your arms?” She asked getting more nervous by the second.

“My what?” Hank asked genuinely confused.

“You mean you don’t have arms? Your hands just simply float there?” The princess.

“That isn’t normal? hehe, god this place is messed up isn’t it?” Hank snickered as he dodged the now conscious guard as tried to stab him again, grabbing his horn, throwing him up into the air and ‘kneeing’ him in the gut following up with a punch to the back of the head, causing him to fall unconscious again.

“Persistent little fuck isn’t he?” Hank said as he walked up to the princess.

“STOP!” The rest of the guards yelled as he continued to approach her.

“Relax, I won’t kill her” He said as he was now face to face with the princess, leaning towards her ear he whispered “thank you, and all your guards lives I’m being merciful today” He finished before bursting into a sprint, running past the guards and up the stairs.

“STOP HIM” the guards yelled.

Guards started to chase him, Kicking his way through a wooden door he is now in the main hallway of the dungeon, looking to the left he sees a door with the sign “CONFISCATED ITEMS” above it, “Why not give me a map out of here” Hank said to himself as he started running towards the aforementioned door. Guards started to pour out of stairwell behind him, busting his way through his second door today, quickly seeing his signature Katana and Deagle he sheathes and holsters them.

“WE HAVE YOU CORNERED GIVE UP NOW” one of the guards said as they reached the door.

Hank snickered, “Nah” he quipped as he ran towards the guards, jumping onto one of their heads and launching himself over the group of pissed off guards.

“GET HIM!!!!!” The apparent captain of the bunch screamed with fury.

Hank started to laugh as he proceeded to fly the bird to the group, God I haven’t had this much fun in years Hank thought. He ran up the stairs on the opposite side of the hallway, seeing a window next to a door, Hank took the logical choice and went out the door(what are you stupid?) Opening the door I found at-least one hundred guards varying in genetics.

“CHAAAAAAAAAAARGE!” a large golden clad horse yelled as all of the guards started to bum rush Hank.

“BRING IT” Hank yelled back as he started to charge towards the advancing group of guards.

Quite an abnormal day

(A.N, there you go, I hope that clarifies what Hank’s life in Nevada was like)