The Red District

The sound of the battle rang all the way to Raak, but his initial thought was which came first, the sound or his radio buzzing up with the command to go investigate. As such, Raak ran again.

As Raak got closer to the battle, he jumped from roof to roof, doing damage to some of the less sturdy ones. Every piece of cover was another resting spot for the cyborg. At about 300 yards from the battle, Raak noted the massive presence, while watching the obviously chaotic soldiers get slashed, stabbed, and shot.

"Identify."

"Bliston Ascor. Job: Mercenary. Standing: Neutral."

"The rest?"

"Some little local warlord. I doubt that we will need to get involved in the hunt for him."

"How sure are you?"

"Are you doubting me?"

"You sure aren't taking the time to doubt yourself."

"You're an ass."

"Thanks for noticing."

"Just shoot the pests crawling across the wall."

"Works for me."

Bliston would soon note, if he were observing, a small line shot coming from a far off roof top. All the shots of the constant fire were hitting those that surrounded him, specifically the warlords men. Not a single miss. Of course, if one paid close enough attention, the rounds had a level of sudden curving to their flight.

Even as some rounds would go between his legs, under his arms, outlining his body, etc., he would not get hit once.