Ten of the supposedly invulnerable pricks surrounded him now and Blob just laughed. "Come on, shrimps, lets see what you got."
The majority all rushed him at once from all sides while one from behind him held back and clapped his hands. "HEY FATBOY!"
Blob turned to look at him when the leader of the pack leaped up and drove a fist into his face! It exploded across his jaw like a cannonball and his eyes widened. "Huuuuhhh?"
That was when the others all struck his sides and his leg and his back and the last one leaped up and hit him in the back of the head! "Hey now..." He said as his head was pushed down. The others then scrambled on top of him while a few of them remained down on the ground and held his arms. The few who were crawling on him now began grabbing and punching and elbowing his skull! Blob withstood the entire assault before suddenly raising his arms and flinging the thugs off of him! He reached and grabbed two of the Graves and slammed them down on the street and then he reached up and did the same with another two and slammed them down before the last guy on him tried to choke him out while the leader grabbed onto Fred and began laying punches into him again! He kept this up until Blob caught his punch and swung him around and onto the ground! Finally he reached up to the guy currently trying to choke him out and pulled him off and slammed him down on the ground.
"Hehhhh, well, you definitely hit harder than the usual scrubs, but you ain't hitting hard enough to bring me down! Now lets see how much of a beating you can really take!" He stomped forward and punched the leader into the ground with a mighty fist! The powerhouse punch crashed into his body and smashed him into a crater! The thug grunted in pain from the impact but he didn't go splat! The other guy attacked next and tried to punch him across the jaw only for Blob to catch his punch, raise him up, ignore a few punches and kicks from the others and then he drove a fist into his stomach to launch him into the air and then slam him down to the ground. Blob then turned around and backhanded a few of them away which sent them flying into the air back up onto and against their truck and busting it up further. A couple of the others managed to dodge though and they all tried to body slam him but while they sank into his fat stomach he didn't budge an inch and he simply bounced them out and sending them out into the truck! That was when the leader of the group got up and attacked him from behind! Blob withstood the attack on his back however and simply turned around and grabbed him and began punching him in the face repeatedly. The other guy then jumped on him and began elbowing and hitting his arm. Blob looked over at him and swiped his arm and flung him away before raising the leader up into the air and slamming him down onto the ground again and punching him in the face again. He dropped him after a few hard hits and then he stood up and got dropkicked by the other guy but Blob didn't even budge! He shrugged him off, turned around, grabbed his legs, raised him up and slammed him down on the leader.
The Grave Dust Goons gathered up together and stared him down. Blob chuckled and rooted himself in place and began slowly expanding his mono-directional gravity field outward. "Come on guys! Is this really all that drug is good for?"
"What the hell is this guy? We're all hitting him at once and he's still smacking us around!"
"Don't puss out now! We've still got The Grave Dust and we've got him outnumbered! Load up, grab the guns and lets blast fat boy some new assholes!"
The thugs pulled out their inhaler masks, placed them over their mouths and noses and pressed the buttons as they inhaled the drug deeply. Their bodies began shaking and trembling and their bodies turned a deeper blue and scales began growing around their skin. Their eyes began to glow and they let out loud guttural howls of rage!
"You done yet?" Fred asked.
The current ringleader of the group leaped back down into the truck, smashing through the roof in the process and leaped back out throwing guns to the others. M249 SAW's to be exact!
The M249 is the variant of the FN Minimi adopted by the US military. The M249 Product Improvement Program (PIP) was a program began in the mid-1980s soon after adoption to address some of the problems that M249 had. The "PIP kit" retrofitted the issued M249s. The PIP kit replaced the original steel tubular stock with a solid plastic stock, replaced the adjustable gas port settings with a single one (preventing the gun from firing at the higher cyclic rate), adds a heat shield/handguard above the barrel, and replaces the fixed barrel changing handle/carry handle with a folding one. Parts of the gun parts were modified to prevent injuries. The bipod, pistol grip, flash hider, and sights were also modified. The Rapid Fielding Initiative (RFI) in the 2000s introduced additional modifications, including an improved bipod, 100– and 200–round fabric ammo bags to replace the plastic drums, M4-like collapsible stocks, and adding Picatinny rails for the feed tray cover and forearm. The initiative also modified their M249s with short Paratrooper barrels. Parts from the RFI are commonly confused with those from the PIP, even though some of the parts (especially Picatinny rails) literally did not exist when PIP was introduced.
Anyway!
Fred continued to laugh as the men leaped down and spread out and took aim on him. The civilians screamed and ran away from the gradually escalating battlefield that was breaking out in the middle of their own city! The thugs all opened fire on him at once but Fred simply covered his eyes with one arm while standing in place and letting the bullets jackhammer his body.
850 rounds per minute per gun hammered his body from every single remaining thug as they laughed madly! Their bullets were pumped into him from all of them but no matter how many times they shot him he simply stood there! He wasn't even moving and his fat body simply took the bullets like they were nothing! His legs, arms, shoulder and head were all hit to no avail! The majority of their bullets simply bounced off of him! The really interesting part however was in his torso. The majority of the bullets were pumped into his chest and stomach, as center mass is where people are trained to shoot, but they not only didn't hurt him but they were actually pulled into his body. As in they were literally absorbed into his bodyfat! If you were close enough you'd be able to hear the squelching and stomach churning as his body swallowed up and absorbed the hailstorm of bullets, broke them down and turned them into more fat on and around his body. The rest of his body 'merely' absorbed the kinetic impacts of the bullets.
After they finally stopped shooting Fred lowered his arm and laughed. "Gonna need to do better than that, rubes."
"FUCK IT!" They threw the guns away and charged him in a group. Fred continued laughing even as they crashed against his bulbous body. He didn't budge an inch! Instead he raised his arms up and slammed them down on one of them and smashed him into a crater in the street before raising back up, grabbing one of them by his leg on the way up, raising him into the air and whipping him down to the ground and smashed him through the street! The others grabbed his arms and began rapidly punching and clawing and striking at him like mad but Fred was able to withstand their entire assault on his head. While he indeed felt it, more than he would normal hits for sure, his body was able to absorb most of the impact. To be exact, he was able to absorb approximately 70% of force directed his way while the remaining 30% was still able to do at least some nominal damage to him. Provided it could get through his incredible durability.
In this case he simply stood up through the impact of their punches and dish out his own. He struck one of the thugs and sent him flying backwards into and through the truck! He then turned and smacked another one high up into the air with the back of his hand, sending him spinning head over heels the whole time, and focusing on his remaining friends while he came back down.
The Grave Dust Goons continued to try and attack him but their attacks had minimal, if any, effect on him and Fred just continued to smash them into the ground one by one like a game of Whack-A-Mole until they were all down.
"HOOOOEEEEEEE! That was fun!" Fred laughed as the airborne thug finally crashed down on the ground behind him. The thugs were in bad shape certainly but they were alive. Which was more than a normal person who'd been hit by Fred would've been able to say! "Thanks for the work out, you bunch of punk asses, but this wonder drug of yours doesn't seem like it's all that special." He shrugged and started walking back to the truck. "Now then. Back to bank business!"
Fred only got a few steps however before he bumped into an invisible wall! "What the? What now?" He tried to advance again and bumped into it again! "Huuhhhhh?" He reached up and tapped on the wall. "What's going on?"
"I think that's far enough, big guy." An Angelic Voice, like a one woman heavenly choir, spoke to him.
"Huhhh? Uhhhh hello? Where you? You've got a beautiful voice but I can't see you. Who's talking to me?"
"That would be me. The woman who was protecting civilians while you were busy showboating."
He looked up at the roof of his own truck as an Angelic looking beautiful blonde woman in a yellow t-shirt with a black stripe down the center and tight blue jeans appeared seemingly out of thin air. No, not out of thin air, it was more like she'd revealed herself to him!
"Woah now."
"Honestly." She brushed a hair out of her face. "I was out for a relaxing day of shopping and then all this chaos started up. Never a dull moment in New York, right? I want to know what exactly happened here, big man."
Fred rubbed and patted the back of his head. He was starting to wonder if maybe he'd been hit harder than he thought...or if he just had M.I.L.F.$. stuck in his head for whatever reason. Whatever. He'd figure that out later.
"For the record, honey, they started it. I was on my way to the bank when I saw them driving like lunatics down the road. So I did my civic duty and stepped in to teach them a lesson. I don't know what kind of drugs they're on but they brought it all on themselves."
