Frank West is a famed freelance photographer and journalist that has covered an extensive list of world events, wars, and other large stories. As his career fizzled out, however, West stumbled upon his next big scoop during a trip to the Willamette Shopping Mall. Locked inside during a zombie outbreak, Frank became the sole hero, rescuing trapped civilians from the various psychopaths and zombies throughout. While there, he also became a key player in stopping the plot of Carlito Keyes, the terrorist responsible for the Willamette outbreak. Although unable to save Keyes, Frank and Keyes' sister Isabella are able to rescue all the other survivors before the military can cleanse the area. Frank nearly escapes, but his helicopter crash lands into the mall and he is barely saved. Isabella manages to create a cure for the now infected Frank, and the pair escape Willamette and reveal the government's participation in previous zombie-related incidents.
Some years later, Frank is present at the Fortune City outbreak. Frank rescues Chuck Greene, a motor cross contestant and the one blamed for the outbreak, from a horde of zombies. Although initially untrustworthy, Frank allows Chuck to help him prove the guilt of the Phenotrans, a pharmaceutical company that seeks to raise a profit via a temporary cure for infection. The two manage to infiltrate a Phenotran facility and free a captured Isabella Keyes and clear Chuck's name, although they are unable to find evidence linking the Phenotrans to the outbreaks or obtain the permanent cure they'd developed.
Battle vs. Jason Brody (by SPARTAN 119)Edit
Frank walks through a jungle in the Rook Islands, Barrett M82 in hand. Spotting Jason Brody standing on a beach, having just gotten out of a boat. Frank assumes Jason to be one of the pirates that inhabit the island, and fires, narrowly missing Jason.
Jason picks up an RPG-7 from the boat and takes aim at the place where Frank took the shot. Frank dove out of the way the rocket exploded, blowing down a tree. Frank shot back using the M-203 under the barrel of his modded M4.
Jason dove into the water as the boat he was using exploded behind him. Bullets splashed into the water around him as he swam around, behind a large rock. Frank walked out onto the beach, M4 in hand, expecting Jason to be behind the rock.
Suddenly, a burst of fire from an Ultimax 100 LMG narrowly missed Frank. Frank tried to return fire with his M4, but found he was out of ammunition. Frank instead drew his Micro Uzi, firing a burst at him, not scoring any hits, but forcing Jason to dive out of the way, dropping Ultimax as he did so.
Frank reloaded as Jason drew his Colt M1911 and prepared to fire, however, Frank was too quick for him. Frank had just finished reloading had Mirco Uzi just as Jason has raised his gun. Frank fired a 3-round burst into Jason, hitting him once in the head and twice in the chest.
Frank retrieved his modded M4 and Barrett and reloaded his gun, before moving off the beach, onto a trail in the jungle.
The expert's believed that Frank's experience fighting special forces would give him an edge over Brody, who only fought pirates and mercenaries. Frank's superior strength and slightly greater training also contributed to this outcome. Also, I chose Frank as the winner as the (only) voter erroneous declared Jason the winner, claiming he had fought special forces, when it was in fact Frank who fought special forces, so I'm assuming you'd agree that the guy who actually fought spec. ops troops wins.
Battle vs. Rick Grimes (by Cfp3157)Edit
“Mr. West, are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Frank finishes loading his “Broken Butterfly” revolver. “Son, you don’t have to worry. I may be older than the rest of you lot, but I’ve covered wars.” He smiles smugly as he finishes preparing his gear. “Okay Mr. West, pick you up when we get some info, got it?” The soldier opens the hatch for West. “Wish you luck. Don’t get eaten on us.” Frank just looks at him, glasses obscuring his eyes. “Compared to Willamette and Fortune City, this ….” Frank just leaps out the back of the plane. “IS A VACATION!!!!” “Dad, STOP!!!” Carl yelled in fear as Rick fired randomly at a group of survivors. “Y’ALL STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!” He turns back to Carl. “Don’t you worry, Carl. Everything is gonna be alright. These bad men can’t hurt you. Not as long as I’m here.” The three other survivors cower in the corner. “Please sir, we’re just looking for supplies.” Rick angrily aims his Python at them. “DON’T YOU TOUCH MY BOY!!?” He then proceeds to tie them up. He holsters his Python, picking up his Machete nearby. He furiously hacks into the survivors, their screams echoing out Carl’s own sobbing. Blood comes out of their various wounds profusely; spraying fine mists of pink all over his shirt. “Don’t worry.” Carl just stares at his father in terror as he goes to a watchtower.
An hour later………
Rick sits in the watchtower, wiping the sweat from his brow. From his pocket he removes the picture of his wife, Lori. “Lori.......” He looks out into the field and sees a lady with black hair, wind blowing through her dress. Rick stands up, yelling loudly, “LORI! LORI!” She doesn’t turn around, simply pointing upward. Rick just continues to yell her name, his sanity still waning away. Finally, he snaps out of it and sees the helicopter. The hell is that? Rick asks himself. He looks through the scope of his rifle, seeing Frank preparing his gear. Frank West stood in a field of tall grass. He slings his Merc Assault Rifle over his back, his Sniper Rifle in hand, and his Broken Butterfly on his hip. “Shit, this ain’t Woodbury.” Frank surveys his surroundings, his eyes unseen behind his glasses. “LORI!! LORI!!!” Immediately aims his Sniper in the direction of the yell, but sees nothing but a large prison. Maybe there are some survivors holed up in there. He begins the steady jog to the prison.
Grimes studies the man jogging towards the prison. Hmm. This guy doesn’t look too bad. Maybe he’s just a survivor from that Woodbury group. But then he sees the rifle in West’s hand, and then his sanity cracks. That motherfucker’s coming for my son. I can’t let Carl die. Rick loads a bullet into his Remington, and closes the bolt. He doesn’t take his time, and launches a bullet into the dirt, sending Frank to the ground. Ah dammit it’s, another sniper psycho. Let’s see if I can nail this bastard quick. Frank looks gets his sniper rifle ready, and returns fire. Rick is surprised that he missed, and a sniper battle ensues. However, the lighter weight of his rifle allows him to quickly advance towards Rick. Rick continues to try and shoot Frank, but he just misses. Frank gets to the gate, but is surprised to see Rick open fire with his M4A1. Bullets fly as Frank performs a dodge behind cover. Glad I took those wrestling lessons. He throws aside his Sniper Rifle and grabs his own Merc rifle.
He quickly gets up and fires a burst, but sees nothing. West continues to explore the prison, always ready to return fire from the insane cop that attacked him. Eventually, he walks into the equipment room of the prison. Rick stands hiding in a locker, his Machete in hand. Frank sits on a bench, taking a drink from a large cup of soda he found in the kitchen. Guess I’m not gonna see him for a while. “So, you think you can just barge into this prison and try to kill my son? If so, you got another thing coming.” Frank just turns around. “Dude, what the hell are you…” is all he gets to say as Rick swipes down with his downwards with his Machete. The thick blade slams into the very spot where Frank was sitting as he quickly dodges the strike. However, the blade slices through the barrel of the Merc, rendering it useless.
Frank searches the room, trying to find something to use against Rick. Come on Frank. You’ve fought people who needed to improvise. That crazy C.U.R.E guy, the store manager, and even that clown with the chainsaws. Concentrate, Frank. Now ain’t the time for a trip down memory lane. Instinct takes over, and Frank lands a solid punch right to Rick’s nose. As he stumbles back, Frank runs over to get a bat and swings. The blow sends Rick to the ground, grasping for air. Frank swings the bat down to Rick, but Rick barely rolls out of the way. Rick stumbles out of the room and into the cafeteria.
Frank throws his bat aside, and draws his Broken Butterfly. He runs into the room, moving from cover to cover as he tries to find Rick. Dammit, why can’t this asshole fight like a man? “Looking for me?” Frank immediately turns around and fires a round. The shot misses Rick as he returns fire with his Python. However, Rick is able to keep Frank down because of the faster rate of fire with his revolver. As Frank reloads, he feels the cold barrel of a gun pressed against his head. “I finally got you, you bastard.” Frank prepares to accept the inevitable as Rick pulls the trigger. Click. “Guess I ain’t the only one out of ammo.” Frank spins around, fists flying. Both collide with Rick’s ribs, cracking more than one. Frank begins to run through the prison, trying to find anything he can use as a weapon.
He stops to take a breath, looking around. Dammit Frank. That psycho cop’s going to kill me if I don’t find anything. Frank looks around to see a metal door. Above it is a sign, written on it Armory. “Well, that’s convenient.” Frank walks into the armory, grabbing a Remington. He loads some shells into the gun and runs back to the cafeteria. “You got to be kidding me.” Suddenly, bullets fly all around him, and he sees Rick firing away with his Glock. “It’s time to end this.”
Frank returns fire with his Remington, ejecting shell after shell in the direction at Rick. Two miss, but the final one lands right in Rick’s leg. He falls to the ground, grabbing his wound. “Listen. Whoever you are, let’s just fix you up and talk things out. I don’t want to hurt you.” Rick looks determinedly into Frank eyes. “I won’t let you hurt my son. I’ll die for him.” Just like that, he loads a fresh magazine into his Glock. Frank quickly fires a round into Rick’s head, killing him. “I’m sorry.” Carl has been watching from a distance for most of this fight. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” Carl runs up to Frank, thanking for freeing him from his psychopath father. “Kid, let’s get out of here.” Frank pulls out his cell phone. “Hey, this is Frank West. I need to get out of here. I have a kid with me.”
Frank West barely managed to snag a win here because of the fact that he was more experienced in combat than his opponent. Frank has fought special operations soldiers and psychopaths that simply defeats Rick's experience against zombies and the armed civilians of Woodbury. Another key factor was that his mental health was not as nearly destroyed as Rick's was. Despite the fact that Rick had better training, Frank's experience and health allowed him to be victorious.
Battle vs. Ash Williams (by Utter noob)Edit
Frank grips his baseball bat tightly as he moves through the warehouse. A zombie approaches him holding a hunk of meat but Frank makes short work of the creature with a slam to the head. “What’s that?” a guard says hearing the sound. Frank doesn’t have time to pull out his spiked bat and instead slowly sets it down. He ducks as the guard rounded the corner with a Remington. Frank felt on the floor and lifted up a machete. He quickly rushed at the man and hacked off his head with the weapon. The Remington falls to the ground and fires a round off, hitting a zombie behind Frank and a crate nearby Ash. Ash readied his boomstick as he turned the corner to see Frank holding the Remington. Ash fires a round at Frank, but he misses and Frank shoots a blast from his Remington.
The shot grazed Ash’s hand causing him to drop the boomstick. “Ah shit.” said Ash as he took cover as Frank cocked his shotgun. Ash looked around and spotted a lone stick of dynamite and he smiled to himself. “This should do it.” He said as he grabbed the explosive and threw it around the corner. Frank dropped the shotgun and ran from the crate he was behind and dived away from the explosion as Ash lifted a nearby Winchester rifle.
He fired a round at Frank but missed and hit a guard behind him in the leg. Frank ran up to the guard and grabbed his uzi “Sorry pal.” He said before kicking the man back. He turned and sprayed the weapon at Ash who ducked under the barrage of ammunition behind a crate. Ash popped up and fired a round into Frank's arm, causing him to drop the uzi. Ash aimed his Winchester for the killing shot and said “This is gonna hurt.” When suddenly a zombie clawed his back. Ash yelled in pain and he hit the zombie with the butt of the rifle and turned, unloading several rounds into the creature as Frank killed the injured guard with a nearby cement saw.
Ash felt for his pocket to load another round into his winchester. He turned to see Frank with a cement saw. Frank tried to slash Ash with the saw, but Ash blocked the attack with his Winchester but the saw began to cut through the rifle. Ash kicked Frank back, making him drop his weapon. Ash dropped the rifle and drew his broadsword he “borrowed” from one of the knights. Frank felt on the ground for a weapon as Ash closed in. “Come on, come on, something. Anything!” he thought to himself. Frank grabbed a can of spray paint and aimed it at Ash’s eyes. He sprayed it, causing Ash to raise his arm to prevent it from blinding him. Frank dropped the can and ran over to a sledgehammer as Ash pursued with his broadsword.
Ash tried to thrust with it but Frank knocked it out of his hand with a sledgehammer. Ash quickly hit Frank in the face with his metal gauntlet. Frank responded by kneeing the man in his groin. “AH!” yelled Ash in pain as Frank slammed the sledgehammer down onto his gauntlet, breaking it off. “Oh come on I just made that.” Complained Ash. Ash hit Frank in the face with his other hand and grabbed a chainsaw off of the ground. He mounted it onto his arm as Frank recovered and picked up a sickle.
Ash slashed vertically, Frank parried with the sickle but the force behind the attack managed to loosen his grip and he dropped it. Ash thrusted with his chainsaw, but Frank side stepped and kicked him back. Frank looked around and tore out his spiked baseball bat from a zombie as Ash recovered.
Frank charged at him and swung his bat as Ash blocked with his chainsaw. The spiked bat got stuck in the weapon and the blade refused to rotate. Ash kicks Frank back and dismounts his chainsaw. He rushes towards Frank and hits him in the jaw; he then swept Frank off of his feet. Breathing heavily, Ash said “Look reporter boy, I have a story that may be interesting for you.” He began. “I’m a photographer,” interrupted Frank “And what do you mean?”
“Well there is this book called the Necronomicon…” Ash began.
Both combatants are skilled, but Ash was barely able to take the victory here. Ash has the better combat experience and his long range winchester accuracy combined with the pure stopping power of his boomstick was enough to overpower Frank. The battle is close, but in the end the weapons Ash has are able to hit harder. Ash Williams is the deadliest warrior.
Battle vs. Chuck Greene (by Wassboss)Edit
Frank west is walking through the mall, having just saved several survivors from a zombie horde. Suddenly a bullet flies past his head and he turns to see chuck greene standing on a balcony above, assault rifle. “Hey I’m not a zombie” he shouts but chuck takes no notice and fires another bullet from his Assault rifle. Frank dodges to the side and shouts again “Listen i don’t want to hurt you, please just come down and we can talk about this”. “No” says chuck angrily and almost manically “you just want to hurt me”. “No i do-“starts frank but chuck opens fire on him, forcing frank to take cover behind a shop counter.
Frank waits for the sound of chuck reloading before peeking out round the side of the counter. He sees that running away is impossible because chuck will just riddle him with bullets. Using his pistol is useless as the chuck is too far away. Suddenly he notices a humvee parked in the middle of the mall, with a machine gun on the back. Glancing back at chuck, who is still reloading, frank makes a dash for the car. Chuck is caught off guard and by the time he has fired his rifle frank is already safely behind the car.
Chuck shoots all the wheels of the car and shouts manically “Now you can’t go anywhere”. “Wasn’t planning to” frank shouts back and jumps onto the car, grabbing the mounted machine gun. He opens fire on chuck, who is forced to jump from the balcony to avoid the oncoming barrage of bullets. “I knew you were trying to hurt me” says chuck and fires another shot scraping his arm. Seeing he is now a sitting duck frank jumps out of the car and takes out his Blacktail.
“Come on” he says starting to get annoyed “you shot at me first”. Chuck looks confused but snaps out of it and gose back to being crazy “That was because i knew you would hurt me”. “What that makes no sense” says frank who is now confused. “Your face makes no sense” says chuck who raises his rifle and pulls the trigger. Click, Click. “Dammit” chuck shouts throwing his rifle on the ground “Piece of crap”. He takes out his Six shooter and gets ready to fire but frank is too fast and fires a single shot, striking chuck in the arm. “Aw crap” he says but still keeps hold of the gun.
He points it at frank and fires all six bullets, all of them missing. Frank aims his gun more carefully and fires but this time chuck dodges the bullet. He quickly loads up a single bullet and kicks the Blacktail out of franks hand. He then puts the gun too frank’s head and says smiling “Looks like I’ve won"
Frank tries to reason with the crazed chuck “Please don’t kill me what happened to you anyway”. Chuck keeps the gun to franks head but looks down solemnly. “Well” says frank sympathetically. “Well one day i was fighting off a horde of zombies” chuck says sadly “One of them got too close he bit me and i was infected”. “Well then why are you not a zombie” frank questions. “Turns out I’m sort of immune to the virus”. “What do you mean sort of” frank asks. “Well i don’t become a zombie but the virus makes my head all screwed up, i go crazy and i can’t stop myself”. Frank sees the sadness in chuck’s eyes and says calmly “I have a cure”.
Chuck looks at him. “No you don’t there are no more”. Frank smiles “There is i have the last one. I’m supposed to give it to someone on the other side of the mall but i think you need it more”. “Really” chuck questions “thanks”. “Now if you could just put the gun away”. “Wait a minute” says chuck his sadness turning to anger “How stupid do you think i am”. “What do you mean” says frank shocked at this sudden change in temperament. “You’re trying to trick me once i put down that gun your gonna kill me”. “What no” says frank shocked “i just want to help”. “Tell it to the devil” says chuck and prepares to shoot. Frank thinking fast takes out his katana a places it between the gun and his face just before chuck fires.
Chuck throws his six shooter away and grabs two chainsaws and a canoe paddle. Fastening them all together before frank can even move, he has made a paddle saw. He swings the paddle saw at frank but he easily dodges it. He tries to cut the paddle in half but chuck pulls it away and swings it again but franks catches one of the chainsaws with the katana, getting it caught in the spinning chain. Frank tries to pull out his katana but it won’t come out. Chuck pulls on his side but it is firmly stuck.
“You don’t have to do this” says frank trying to reason with chuck “you can just walk away and I’ll let you go off to do what you want”. “Whatever old man” chuck says and yanks hard on the paddle, dislodging the katana. Frank lunges forward and slashes across, slicing the paddle saw in half. Frank points his katana at chucks chest and says “I’m telling you just come with me and i can help you”. “What happened to letting me go” says chuck. “You’re too dangerous to be loose in the mall I’m gonna get you fixed”. Chuck looks at frank and says “Why did you say you would let me go then”. “I just said that so that maybe you would take your guard down and-“
“And you could kill me, i knew it” says chuck accusingly. “I was going to say restrain”. “No you weren’t” shouts chuck angrily “That’s it I’m not listening to a word you say”. Chuck ducks down and punches frank in the stomach winding him and causing him to drop the katana. Chuck then runs off and gets some boxing gloves and some nails, while frank grabs a sledgehammer from a nearby DIY store. Chuck returns with his newly made Tenderisers and smiles at frank. “What are you gonna do with that pops build me a wall”.
“No” says frank “This”. He swings the hammer in a downwards arch smashing the concrete floor where chuck was just standing. “Whoa” shouts chuck, obviously surprised by the power of the sledgehammer. Frank swings the sledgehammer at chuck but he moves to the side and frank completely misses, leaving himself wide open. Chuck sees his opportunity and jabs forward with his gloves hitting frank in the stomach. Frank clutches his stomach in pain and chuck hits him in the chest causing him to fall down winded and injured. Chuck grabs the sledgehammer from his hands and holds it above his head. “Say your prayers” says chuck ready to smash frank’s skull in with the hammer.
“Not just yet” says frank and hooks both of chucks legs with his and trips him up. Chuck falls to the ground and frank stands up. “Nighty-night” says frank and knocks chuck out with a punch to the face. Frank pulls out a needle with the zombie vaccine in it and sticks it in chucks arm, curing him. A few minutes later chuck comes round and sits up dazed and confused. “What ,where am i” he says clutching his head “i should be in fortune city”. “Well you’re in the Willamette Park view Mall”. “Who are you” says chuck “I’m frank west” says frank putting out his hand. Chuck shakes it and they both turn to find a horde of zombies, shuffling slowly towards them.Chuck and Frank look at each other and smile. Frank picks up the sledgehammer and chuck grabs a nearby Metal pole. Exchanging glances they charge into the horde. Winner Frank west
Frank won because his close range weaponry was very effective at doing lots of damage and his long range weapon had a higher rate of fire and he could keep chuck from attacking him with his rifle.
Battle vs. Survivor (ZombiU) (by WraithOfWaffle)Edit
Battle vs. Nathan Drake (by Cfp3157)Edit
In a hidden temple in the Utah desert, Nathan Drake let out a grunt as he slugged his rifle over his shoulder. He plopped down at the entrance in exhaustion, and took a quick swing from his canteen.
"God, I hate deserts. Like, a lot."
In quick reply, a cloud of sand splashed across his face and distracted him. Cursing to himself as he stood back up, Drake proceeded to enter the temple. Lighting a nearby torch, the explorer found himself in awe as the dark tunnel gave way to decorative ruins.
"Wow, I'm actually impressed."
In the center of the room laid his prize- a clear orb, covered in ancient language not recognizable to him. Walking up the steps, Nate couldn't help but marvel at the sphere's design. This was why he didn't at first notice the other man who'd just entered the room- Frank West, camera and equipment in hand.
"Woah, Buddy." Frank yelled, putting his camera away and drawing the Boomstick. He cautiously approached a surprised Nate, who raised his hands.
"That, is mine."
The journalist quickly reached the same level as Drake, each on one side of the altar. Drake calmly placed his hands behind his head.
"Listen, I don't want any trouble."
Frank lowered the gun slightly. "Good- now I'll just go ahead and leave with-"
Nate swiftly grabbed the barrel of the Boomstick, dragging him towards Frank.
"I want that to happen even less!"
Before Nate could throw a haymaker at his attacker, Frank head butted Drake away. He then took a wide swing with the Boomstick, the prongs of the pitchfork barely scratching Nate's stomach. His shirt tore slightly, but Nate easily avoided the blow. As he started reaching down for his rifle, West pumped the shotgun underneath.
Frank pulled the trigger, pellets slamming into the pillar beside Drake. The adventurer grabbed the sphere and started sprinting down the steps, firing his rifle behind him.
West quickly took cover behind the altar, tossing the Boomstick aside. Preparing the Real Mega Buster, West emerged from cover to see Drake approaching the exit.
"Oh no you don't!" Frank yelled, firing two shots from the Buster. The blasts slammed in front of Nate, who stumbled down from the force of the blast. Turning around as he laid prone, Drake emptied his clip at the altar as he struggled to stand back up.
"No good, this is not good." He sprinted away behind another pillar, loading another magazine into his AK-47. He emerged from cover and fired a burst at the exposed Frank. He smirked as he saw the journalist let out a grunt of pain.
"Take that, ya-"
His taunt was interrupted as Frank fired the Buster again, hammering away at Nate's cover. The sheer impact knocked Drake back to his knees, and he heard a victorious cheer.
"What was that, kid? C'mon, I've covered..." Frank's own victory was cut short as a grenade landed at his feet. "Oh crap."
Rolling down the side of the altar, Frank was still knocked back by the explosion. Getting on his hands and knees, he saw the Buster wrecked from the blast.
Dusting himself off, Frank looked to see Nate climbing the wall to the upper level of the temple. Frank drew his Colt and fired two shots at Drake, who fumbled to draw his own Beretta.
Turning around and grasping his handhold, Drake aimed his signature pistol and randomly fired back in his opponent's direction. Climbing back to the top, he looked down to see Frank running towards him.
"Kid, you gotta be kidding me with this crap!" Frank yelled, much to Drake's amusement. Lighting a Molotov, Frank vainly chucked it up to the upper floor. He smiled as he heard Drake's surprised yelp, with the flames licking at the edge.
Frank grunted in effort as he started climbing as well, almost losing his grip several times. After several key minutes that felt like much longer, Frank lifted himself above and laid down briefly, but heard the pump of a shotgun.
Drake had aimed his SAS-12 at Frank, who lay there motionless with his pistol and camera in hand.
"You're gonna hand over that gun now, Mr..."
"West." Frank replied, taking a snapshot of Drake. The bright flash stunned him briefly, and Frank fired away with his Colt point blank. "Frank, West."
Drake rubbed his eyes with one hand as he shoved the barrel of his shotgun downward. Reacting instantly though, Frank chucked his empty sidearm directly at Drake. The improvised missile slammed into his shoulder, Drake stumbling back more out of surprise than pain.
As Frank stood up on his feet and lifted an unlit torch, Nate briefly stopped. "Did...did you just throw your gun at me, Frank?"
West immediately swung his torch like a bat, knocking the shotgun away from Nate. "I did, actually. I didn't get your name, kid."
In response, Nate threw a haymaker right into Frank's jaw. He then kicked him into a wall, and flung himself at West. "Nathan Drake."
Angered, Frank grabbed Drake's holster and used it as a grip, chucking Drake away. The explorer landed with a thud, but right beside his shotgun. Grabbing the firearm, Drake suddenly felt a jolt of electricity coursing through him.
Turning around, Nate looked in confusion at the strange gun Frank had drawn now. He watched as Frank fired another bolt of lighting, which missed Nate but ruined the shotgun it hit.
"That's a lightning gun. You have a lighting gun."
"Pretty cool, isn't it?"
"I'll, I'll give you that much." Nate conceded, before unholstering his WES-44. He quickly aimed and fired, blasting a hole in Frank's thigh.
"You son of a bitch!" Frank yelled in pain, dropping the lighting gun and clutching the wound. He heard the hammer pull back again,though, and leaped forward with a yell.
The two eventually got into a grappling match, with Frank trying to wrestle the revolver out of Drake's hand and pin him down. Looking around, Frank saw a nearby rope likely used by previous explorers. Grabbing it, Frank wrapped it around a struggling Nate's neck as an improvised garrote.
"Sorry to do this kid..." Frank said, tightening his grip as Nate started to slow down. "But...it was you, or-"
Frank's apology was interrupted as Nate slammed the barrel of his revolver into his forehead. Leaping back in pain, Frank could barely react as Nate shot him point blank in the chest. As Frank's vision blurred and he got down on his knees, Drake tiredly stood up and looked down in victory.
"It's fine, I guess all things considered."
Drake then kicked him in the head, knocking out the defeated Frank. Surveying the wound and letting out a sigh, Nate calmly slid down and sat. Frank seemed like a good guy, and he'd wake up with enough time to get help for his bullet wound.
Leaning his head back, Nate took a brief moment to relax in victory.
WINNER: NATHAN DRAKE
Several hours later, Nathan Drake stood cleaned up in his client's tent. Stiffening up as he entered, Drake handed the orb over. His client in turn accepted, handing over a briefcase.
"My thanks, Mr. Drake."
"Don't worry about it." Drake said, preparing to leave.
"Aren't you going to check it, Nathan?"
Nate shrugged. "I trust you. Plus, that thing is pretty harmless and just cool to look at."
The client laughed dryly as he walked out with Drake, putting on his wide-brim hat. "That it is, I suppose."
"Mind if I ask why you were so interested in it, Mr. Kumar?"
Offering his hand as a final exchange, Lloyd merely shrugged. "We won't be seeing each other again, so let's skip formalities. My name's Lloyd, and my interests in this particular artifact are...personal."
While Frank West's weapons hit with a significant amount of power and flare, Drake's arsenal of tried, tested, and reliable weapons allowed him to compensate. Frank was also much more creative, but this hardly mattered to the more experienced, intelligent, and athletic Nate.
Battle vs. Survivor (ZDay) (by BeastMan14)Edit
No Battle Written
Winner: Frank West