Join the AAHW in the battle against the menace known as Hank J. Wimbleton.. the psycho that has destroyed several facilities and killed thousands singlehandedly.. take up arms and fight for your government.. (Totally not just propaganda) - The Auditor


real description: Raid boss fight against Hank J. Wimbleton in a 4v1 as you are new agents sent in to fight him.. will your 4 man squad finally be enough? Or will you succumb to the murderous rampage of Hank?


Join team B as team A is for Hank only.

Madness Combat Hank Raid

Madness Combat, Join the AAHW

**The Battle of the Titans: Hank vs. Team B**

The sun hung high overhead, glaring down on an abandoned lot where Team B prepared for their showdown. Vague shuffles from nearby shadows hinted that they wouldn’t face Hank J. Wimbleton just alone; like the phantom of a dark myth, he stood in the center, surveying the feeble formation of Team B. 

Harold von Barnard tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, the rays glinting off his noble armor. “Stay sharp, fellas. Hank’s a beast, but if we coordinate, we can take this guy down.”

Hillbilly revved his motorcycle, a savage grin spreading across his face. “Ain’t no way we’re lettin’ a one-man army get the best of us! I’ll circle ’round ‘im and draw his fire.”

Salamander Space Marine flexed his Thunderhammer, its energy field buzzing ominously. “I’ll support you from afar. My flamer should keep him on his toes.”

Marauder, ever the unpredictable wildcard, grinned mischievously. “Let’s see what improvised weaponry I can whip up.”

With the plan set, they charged. Team B leaped into action, but Hank was ready.

“Too slow!” he mocked, flipping over an incoming fireball from the Space Marine, landing with a precision that betrayed his deadly focus. In a blink, Hank whipped out his SMGs and opened fire. Bullets rained down in a deadly storm.

“Get down!” Harold shouted, spinning low to evade the onslaught. “Take cover behind that car!”

“Marauder! Now!” Hillbilly howled, blasting Hank’s direction with his shotgun. The sound echoed through the lot.

“Foolish!” Hank sneered. With a flick of his wrist, he sidestepped, dodging the blast and locking his eyes on the hillbilly, who had just dismounted from his revved motorcycle. 

As the dust settled, Hank surged forward like a wild beast, taking advantage. But with a lust for victory, Team B wasn’t about to be a bunch of losers.

“Now, Space Marine!” Harold ordered. Salamander surged forth, using the flamer to fan flames towards Hank, forcing him to dodge once more—but he was quick as a fox!

“Nice try, big guy,” Hank taunted, suddenly flipping out of reach, landing behind the Space Marine.

“Watch your six!” Marauder yelled as he hurled a nearby piece of rusted metal. It clanged against Hank’s armor but barely slowed him down.

“Is that all you got?” Hank growled, grinning now as he swooped in on the distracted Marauder, ready to unleash precise strikes. 

Suddenly, Hillbilly zipped back onto his motorcycle, charging toward Hank at dizzying speed. “Catch me if ya can!” he hollered, swerving past with monstrous agility.

“Too predictable!” Hank roared, a focus reminiscent of a predator locking onto its prey. He leaped and spun, catching the side of Hillbilly's motorcycle, sending him sprawling.

“Get up, Hillbilly!” Harold insisted, rallying them together. “We need to drive him back. Salamander, create a line of fire!

With orderless chaos, Salamander blasted streams of flame across the battlefield, forcing Hank to obey the ground rules. 

Sensing victory slipping away, Hank grit his teeth, doubling down, lashing out with sword in hand. Harold struck back, meeting Hank's blade with his own, their swords clashing. 

“You're good, noble,” Hank admitted, but his smile widened. “But I’m better.”

“Let’s finish this!” The Space Marine roared, slamming his Thunderhammer behind Hank. The force sent shockwaves, disorienting him for a second.

With one last rally, Team B pushed forward, coordinated like the symphony they were striving to be. But Hank rocked back on his heels and flipped skyward, shooting off bullets with ease.

In mere moments, the battlefield became a deadly dance of strategies and reflexes, but Hank was just playing with them—at least, until the unthinkable happened.

“Time to end this!” Harold bellowed, desperate. They charged forward, and with an unexpected clash, Hank was overwhelmed. 

For a fleeting moment, Team B thought they had the edge; they struck hard, forcing Hank to stumble back. But his innate toughness kicked in. With a guttural growl, Hank unleashed a fury no one could withstand, deflecting their assaults and retaliating ferociously.

In a blink of an eye, it was all over. Hillbilly lay defeated, knocked off his bike. Salamander’s flamer sputtered, and Marauder found his weapons snagged in Hank’s whirlwind. The fire that burned so brightly was extinguished as Hank danced through them, one man against a fool’s errand team.

And when the smoke cleared, there he stood, Hank, breathing heavy, glinting in the harsh sunlight.

**** The showdown ended with Hank overpowering Team B through sheer skill and resilience. 

**Winner:** Team A

Madness Combat Hank Raid

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