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Aurel Torne

An awkward former mercenary.

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a character in “Bedlam Dawn: Freedom's Fare”, originally authored by Crichton, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Only a true warrior appreciates
the beauty of war."


Β» Full Name
Aurel Susanna Torne

Β» Occupation/Affiliation
Knighthood of the Adrichal Protectorate

Β» Gender
Female

Β» Age
30

Β» Height
10'1"

Β» Appearance
Aurel usually walks with a hunched back and bent knees, so used to making her way through settlements made with normal human beings in mind. Her armour is a costum made mish mash of plate that protect her elongated limbs from harm on the battlefield. Her awkwardly lanky figure is only fully animated in a fight, wherein she is allowed the full range of her being in strange, deadly pirouettes. Her face is usually hidden by a mask or helmet.

Β» Personality
Aurel is self-conscious about her atrocious height and elongated limbs, though she has few delusions about the advantage it gives her in battle. Regardless, it's difficult to feel like a normal person when you tower above even the tallest of humans. Consequently Aurel is of the quiet persuasion, preferring to hover in the background until something needs slicing. She has a hard time connecting to other people, though not for lack of trying. She likes people, and likes listening to them go about their day, though whenever she tries to join the conversation it tends to... end. Especially because her main topics of conversation involve murder.

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Β» Backstory
The beginnings are only important as a means to an end. Aurel was born, some thirty years ago, and that is all that matters. Her family couldn't support the amount of children that they had, and particularly one that never seemed to stop growing. Aurel was sold to a mercenary for a week's worth of rations and spent most of her teenage years running back and forth, maintaining equipment and keeping her mistress alive outside combat. Her free time was spent in vigorous training as not even the mercenary could deny the advantage of Aurel's growing stature. Over the years, while her personality hardened little, Aurel became more withdrawn as she began to find it hard to relate to anyone but her parental figure, which made for quiet evenings between assignments when the two would sit together in silence and breathe. Her mistress died, as they often do, and Aurel offered her services to KAP in a moment of existential crisis, having lost her only friend and consequently, her path in life.

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So begins...

Aurel Torne's Story

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Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough
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"To heart, then," the Kaymbdenite man says in response to Valoel pounding his right fist to his chest, the woman following soon after. They do not want to stir up unnecessary trouble with the chain of command, this is for certain. "We relieve command of Viktoriya unto you."

There is a moment of silence as Viktoriya stood unmoving, with a gaze unbroken from Victor, making her handlers increasingly nervous as they turn to look at her. It is not that they think her behavior is part of some defect, but rather that she is reacting to something in this man that would impair her effectiveness in the field. It also makes it seem like they have no control over her, or she over herself, and this was unacceptable.

"She is simply studying her allies," the woman finally says, straight faced despite her uncertainty. It is true that Viktoriya does study the signature of others in order to fully detail them apart in battle. With some relief to the two she finally lowers her head breaking eye contact, only to hear her utter something.

"Noise," is the word that emerges from the beast's throat, met with confusion by her handlers but they are not the ones meant to hear it for a change. She then finally looks over to her handlers, ears drawing back.

"If you are finished, then you accompany her to the training yard," the man says, gesturing to Valoel. As he does so, Viktoriya's focus changes also, meeting eyes with Valoel, and her ears fan out again to study her signature. "You will listen to her, understood?"

"Da," the beast mutters breathily, glancing over to him. Switching focus back, she takes a breath and steps over to her new commander making some of the soldiers nervous with how close she was getting. She raises her front right claw and too pounds her fist against her chest, the Kaymbdenite equivalent to a salute. "Vik...toriya."

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"Valoel, good to work with you Viktoryia. Thank you fellow Kambdenites, I appreciate that you shall remain on good behaviour." The commanding woman slammed her feet together and gave a salute to the trio. Of course, she had saw the whole scene with Victor and his...not so sane talk. She decide do to ignore that, it was understandable that he was not in the best of minds but as long as no problems arise then that is all she could ask for.

Valoel nodded to herself as she turned to face Victor. Who had hidden behind her and was violently twitching. She was certain words of comfort were not going to help the poor sod, his mind was a mess. For all she knew he had voices in his head. "Greeting knight, I trust we won't have any problems in the future regarding your...state of mind. However, next time stand at attention and salute your commanding officers." She spoke while giving him a salute.

Her attention soon turned to Alexi, the man spoke up about the situation and if it was ok. She turned with a sigh. "Well, from the looks of it he is currently not fine. I appreciate your concern for the men doctor...but when you see a commanding officer...please stand at attention and salute before asking your question." She warned again, and gave a salute.

Finally...another figure arrived. At first Valoel thought it was yet another Kambdenite experiment. She was tall, had long arms and covered with armor. Of course...It could have been just a very tall person. That is not a common sight but she should not jump to conclusions. However yet another person, straight up forgets to salute the commanding officer. Did these people learn basic discipline!? Valoel shook her head in annoyance. "Greetings...You must be another knight...thank you for coming, however! This is the third time that no one salutes their commanding officer! Or even acknolage them! We have discipline for a reason! I am quite disappointed with most of you, Viktoryia here can salute the commanding officer. I should expect you all to do the same! When we arrive to the training feild, you all get an extra 15 sets of running laps, 30 extra basic stretching exercises! And you are all on latrine duty after this! I know you may be skilled, however if one does not even know the basics! Then I see failures! Double time it people! You have 30 seconds to get to the training yard! If any one of you are late, then I will double your current schedule...If another one is late...I will triple it...and so on...Your time starts now!" Valoel crossed her arms and slammed her boot on the ground.

These were the people to would help save mankind...so far she had a bad first impression of the lot of them. She was going to whip these lot into shape. She did not care where they all come from or who they were before, they were now all KAP knights. The elite fighting force, so far these knights lacked any sense of discipline, or well...any lack of common decency! She had pale skin, that does not mean she was invisible!

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Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough
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Victor slowly shook his head. The voices had quieted down to their usual sputtering. They seemed annoyingly satisfied with the reaction they caused. Still shaking his head Victor took a quick glance towards the monster her name apparently being Viktoriya. Only to be answered by a painful screech from one of the voices. Forcing Victor's gaze back down onto the metal floor. He was only given a moment before Valoel directly adressed him.

Her words tore into him, like they usually do. He hated when they talked about him being crazy. A small sprout of anger grew withing him, That sprout only getting stronger as the voices fanned it. Don't let her talk like that, We'll make sure she'll never utter another syllable! Just cut her tongue out! But still, if Victor allowed himself to give in for weak suggestions like that then he would never be here in the first place. He stormed off the moment Valoel finished her sentence directed towards him, If he were to continue listening to her then he might just go crazy for real.

Victor rushed onto the training field, rising his right arm aiming it directly towards the first training dummy. With a cacophonous crash Victor smashed the head and upper part of the torso sending them careening off onto the field. He stopped immediately, lowering his head to inspect his right hand. He had put way too much into that, and he could feel how the demons inside him enjoyed it.

He pressed his right hand against his chest, doing one slow exhaule. That's it, calm, calm...

He gently started to lean onto one of the dummies, still doing slow inhales and exhales. He wondered for a moment how this all will end. The Angel certainly seemed to have some kind of assignment for them. Along with some kind of training to prepare for it. He really hoped she wouldn't do the usual military drills, those always ended bad for him.

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Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough
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Alexei was distracted for a moment by the appearance of the tall woman. Aurel, was her name? He had seen her help to bring in the wounded earlier. She seemed like a decent woman, though he had wondered before whether or not she was actually a woman. As he was taking in her appearance, he noticed the wounds on her legs and frowned. It only made sense, he supposed. There was a lot of leg to hurt.
Valoel's voice reached him, removing him from the rabbit hole of his thoughts. He turned back to her. "Ah, yes, my apologies, Ma'am," Alexei said, saluting to make up for it. He would smile, but he felt like that would bother Valoel more. He didn't see much of her, but she didn't seem to have much of a sense of humor. Oh well, there were others who did. Aurel, however, seemed to have no regard for the increasingly disgruntled superior. He gave her a look. She was just asking for trouble at this point. He was about to say something, maybe an apology on Aurel's behalf, maybe a warning for her to hold her tongue, but before he could, his watch beeped, reminding him that he did have somewhere to be later. He checked the time. Even if he hurried, he'd be making it to work just in time. "If you do excuse me," he said, backing away from the scene, "I should take my leave. Prior engagement with the wounded to keep." He quickly departed for the infirmary, not eager to continue the conversation. If these long hours were good for anything, they at least helped him avoid other people.

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Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough
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After her introduction, Viktoriya's eyes twitch between Valoel and the red eyed knight, apparently named Victor, and becomes more fixated as he seemed to become increasingly agitated. Eventually he takes off to where she assumed to be their next destination, his heavy steps and clanging armor loudly echoing through the halls as he does so. It is an impressive feat, no doubt, his strength has to be formidable, though his eyes told a story of things seen and felt that even a twisted creature as herself could only scratch the surface of.

Her attention is drawn back to Valoel as she verbally chastises them, and tasks them with penalties for their negligence. It all sounds light in her mind, however, far less excruciating than she was used to back in Kaymbden. The morale of the others seem shaky at best, including a strange woman who recently entered and the medic to leave shortly thereafter, likely to the same destination. Something chimes inside her skull, but it is not up to her to question regiment, hers is to follow orders, and thus she simply acknowledges silently with a nod and follows the path the knight left behind with his sabatons to what appears to be some large training area.

Ears twitch to follow each rhythm of the soldiers as they work to maintain themselves physically and mentally, this was at the least something familiar. Her attention turns back to the one in armor, Victor, leaning against a training dummy, the strange and very lanky woman nearby seemingly attempting to offer some comfort to him. The beast simply stares, debating to even attempt further communication, which clearly is a living weapon's weakest area of expertise. Still, a part of her is human, an aspect hard to completely suppress, and something resembling sympathy is the most prominent as she watches him agonizing to maintain composure.

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Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough
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Valoel watches as the others begin to head off to the training fields. She quietly shakes her head to herself. "I am sorry...I do not wish to appear like the worst person here. You all are going to dictate the future, so you all need to learn everything even if I have to force it on you...I do not want this to be...'That' battle once again." She spoke to herself before walking off to the training fields.

As Valoel arrived, she noticed that they had all gathered together just like she asked. However one figure caught here eye, another knight, wielding both sword and gun. Looks like one of them also had the idea to already train here. She walked over to the training knight and called out to him. "You there, I admire your initiative in training. Please meet with the other knights gathered around, I will be briefing you all on your first mission assignment. Then we will proceed with training." She told the gun knight before walking off to meet with the others who were gathered.

"My fellow knights, It is reassuring you all followed orders to meet here. However I will skip the pleasantries right now. I will be briefing you on your target..." Valoel started as she pulled a small device from a pouch hanging around her wait and then...nothing. She began to fiddle with the small hand held device, pressing random buttons, and flipping some small switches. At first it appeared that she knew what she was doing, however a good half minute later and it was clear...she was not a genius of technology.

A nearby training soldier, armed with a rifle spotted Valoel fumbling with the device and walked over to lend his aid. Instead of waiting for however long, the man quickly turned on the device and pointed out what to do the next time. With a parting salute, the man returned to his training. Valoel returned to face the Knights hiding a small bush of embaresment before coughing. She soon raised the device and a small display of a robed figure appeared.

"Anyways...Your target is one of the cultists hiding in the subway. His name is Errant Rook, he is noted to be a rather strong cult leader. We have word that he is trying to gather up a whole army right under our feets to attempt to lay siege on one of our forward bases to give our true enemy an edge. Your mission is simple, find the bastard and kill him. There will be no trial, no need for mercy, these guys are fixated on killing you or dying to please their new 'overlords'. We leave one hour after training is complete, and if anything new comes up I will let you all know." Valoel stood at attention and saluted the knights in front of her. "Now get to training everyone! We all have to be in shape and ready for battle!"

With the briefing complete, Valoel began to surprisingly run on the track. She was going to do the full course she was making the others do. She was showing them that their actions affected not only themselves, but everyone around them. Of course she was not certain they would learn from her joining on the exercises but at the very least, they knew she would also be breaking some sweat.

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Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough
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Victor diverted his gaze from his arm onto the tall woman approaching him, Viktoriya was close behind her but Victor didn't wish to look at her, he didn't want to unnecessarily aggravate the voices any more. The woman herself was, interesting. Her tall lanky posture made her seem almost inhuman, like small addition to the freak show. Yet her tone was soft and understanding. Another small sprout of anger rose in him. Not nearly as intense as the previous one, but he still felt a strong sense of disapproval upon hearing the pity in her voice. He didn't want to hear any pity.

She was ushering him to talk, She probably gained that notion from the sputtering he had done earlier "Monsters shouldn't speak, We know that, monsters who speak aren't monsters anymore, so we shouldn't." Their words had an annoyingly strong effect on Victor. He gave Aurel a long stare, His eyes glowing more intensely for the entire duration.

Until he finally turned his head towards Valoel. She fiddled forward a small apparatus. Taking a few moments clicking on it until it was suddenly apparent that she had no idea how it worked. Making the entire deadly atmosphere kinda redundant. She eventually got help from one of the nearby soldiers in which she then briefed them on their mission and continued proclaiming the apparant fact that they would go and "train"

Victor clenched his fist throwing his head back staring up at the roof. He needed to calm down, This day was still too much. Perhaps this cultist extermination would be a good way to take out his anger. But, perhaps his demons would only use that. He hanged his head back down, sighing deeply. Training?

He took a quick glance back down onto the sword which he was not allowed to draw. His hitmen would surely be back on him by now. They were somewhere, prepared to take him out if the situation called for it. The Angel herself had started jogging along the course, Victor spinned around on the spot, giving quick glances to all the different people in the room. Even a quick one towards Viktoriya, not triggering any specific response from the voices.

He walked towards the dummy directly next to Aurel, grabbing the head of it and with a suprising amount of tactical sense started to inspect it, if he was about to train then he might aswell do it in a way he knew how.

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Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke
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It came to some small surprise to Viktoriya that she would be used on the field first to terminate a human, a subject at least that she is very well versed in. Gazing down at a training dummy, she starts to visualize field scenarios, the most efficient lethal strikes, and with drawn front claw she swiftly swings, etching in several clean deep cuts, particularly across the eyes, throat, chest, and stomach. She then quickly paces behind, striking from behind, etching in deep cuts at the nap of the neck, striking at the center of the back with a placed blow, a gash across the back of the legs.

She ceases her strikes and stares at the dummy, exhaling heavily. It is ineffective, hardly any real combat target would simply just stand still, unless they were amateurs, or caught completely off guard. That is right, she thinks. Visualizing another scenario, she crouches down and with great muscular power launches herself off from the ground up onto the wall causing the support beams inside to groan from her great weight as she pressed against it as she latches onto it, then she drops down, with a strike down the back of the target, splitting it down from head to tail bone. It was a most assuredly lethal strike from above.

Limited perception of the field is the greatest flaw of a human target, she thinks calculatingly, almost like a machine, observing her strikes. Her ears lift up as she hears something like a trash can being knocked over. She turns to see some soldiers stop training near the entrance to salute a messy-haired man that stumbles, who hurriedly salutes back.

The man was odd, at the least, he looked flushed as if he'd seen a ghost, and his eyes and long hair radiated some bluish light. He had the colors of a superior officer, but his behavior was much less formal than Valoel. He was Ezekiel, one of those that fought against Lehechalesh during the first war against the Outsiders. He is also one of the first and few to undergo the risky experimentation of bonding the arcane energy with a human body.

"Val, oh, ah, at ease guys," he says in a hurry, charging in looking around then stops as he catches sight of Viktoriya, or at least her feet. Unlike the soldiers he doesn't show the same fear or, but instead lets out an impressed whistle as he looks up. "Well, you're a big one, ain't ya? You're still human, right?"

He then turns to Victor who was engrossed in observing his target, then at Aurel, sizing up both these fully armored figures.

"Pretty nice gear there, soldiers, I'm impressed how you can move in it all," he says, grinning, then suddenly salutes like he had forgotten that was even a thing. "Name's Ezekiel, but you can just call me Zeke. Hey have you seen Valoe-"

He then catches sight of her running the track, and begins to run towards her.

"Hey, Val," he yells out as he huffs to keep from losing his breath. "It isn't true is it? Old man Rook, I mean, he was one of us, he wouldn't jus-"

He is suddenly cut off by a loud bang, followed by flickering lights and then the blare of sirens, causing him to freeze in place. Viktoriya also completely freezes in place, her neck raised and ears fanning completely out. Soon an officer rushes in and hands a paper over to Zeke who, after getting over a short moment of shock, reads it over quickly, then grits his teeth tightly.

"Damn it!"

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Valoel quickly stops as her name was addressed. With a quick twirl she spots a fellow officer, he bore the colors but even then she has seen him around. "Sir Zeke." She replied with a quick salute. Before she could reply about Rook, a sudden explosion sounded in the distance.

She gave a deep sigh before responding. "Guess you don't need me to confirm it for you...but Errant Rook has betrayed us all for the enemy. Command has given the order for his execution and is sending us out today, however it appears we are leaving sooner rather then later. Pardon me Zeke, but I have to mobilize everyone immediately." With a parting salute she calls out to the others.

"Training is canceled! We head for Abgrundstadt immediately! Use all means possible, we begin the hunt for Errant Rook now. Regroup at the city, eliminate all hostile then meet up near the subway entrance once the enemy has been eliminated!" With her order, she runs off to head for the facility exit. And she planned to head on foot to the city. It was not that far, since they could clearly see and hear the explosions. Like Errant said, it would take 5 minutes. Less time by vehicle.

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Alexei was glad to be off of the battlefield. Although patching up the wounded could be harrowing for its own reasons, it was a little more up his alley. Unfortunately, for him, just as he had finished stitching and bandaging a man's shoulder, his superior officer approached him.
"Madsen," she said, not bothering with a greeting, simply wanting. His attention.
"What is it, Ma'am?" Alexei turned to face her, standing and saluting. He wondered to himself if Valoel had somehow found the time to talk to her about him.
"Albright was supposed to go with Ruhiel's company on a mission today, but he's come down with something nasty. Guy's puking his guts out." She paused for a moment, making deliberate eye contact with him. Alexei had a feeling that he knew what she was going to say. "We need a replacement for him."
Alexei closed his eyes for a moment. Of course. They knew he wouldn't argue, even if he could. "When do they leave?"
The officer checked her watch. "A few hours," the she said. She handed Alexei a small packet of papers, which a cursory examination revealed to be the briefing for the mission. "Every one else has been briefed already."
Alexei read quickly while the officer waited beside him, not quite looking at anything in particular. So, they were going to find Errant Rook. Alexei remembered him from the war. He remembered the face, some mannerisms. Alexei wondered how much Rook had changed since he had last seen him. Well, it seemed that this mission would leave a bad taste in his mouth. Oh well. As long as he could keep the majority of his charges alive, then he would feel alright. When he had finished, he handed the packet back to the officer. "Thank you," he said
"Get some rest," was all she said before exchanging salutes and leaving Alexei standing in the infirmary. He took a breath, then went to take care of himself.

After the order, Alexei forced himself to eat and drink. He then took a few more energy pills, fetched his staff and pistols, and restocked the supplies in his med kit and belt. It took only a few minutes, so he decided that a cigarette was in order on the way to the training grounds. Now, Alexei wasn't a heavy smoker, but on the rare occasion, they did make him feel better. He was feeling fine when he thought he felt a slight tremor beneath his feet. Before he could begin to wonder what it might have been, the alarms blared and flashed. Alexei swore quietly, glancing down at his cigarette. He couldn't just throw it out, it'd start a fire. He took another drag on it, then made a beeline for Valoel when he saw her. Alexei saluted her and Zeke hastily. "I will be replacing Albright," he explained as they hurried toward the city.

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Victor remained the way he liked it the most, emotionless. It gave the voices less to feed on. He finished up his small inspection of the dummy, they were skillfully made. His apparent comrades were acting the same. Making their own small preparations. But no one of them really had time to properly get to the training as a man interrupted, the blue glow eminating from his hair was all too familiar. He was one of the old heroes which has fought the Titan. Victor immediately dropped the thought of his dummy, taking determined steps towards the soldier. He passed Viktoriya which was engaged with her own training. The thought of what she was doing enticed him but he knew what reaction he would get if he was to take a glance. He quickly passed her reaching the soldier, Zeke by the same time as Valoel. She gave him a salute and to Victors own surprise he slowly and lazily swung his right hand up to his forehead. Stretching out his back to his full length. "Don't do that, don't shame us like that!"An angry response forced Victor to lower his hand much faster than he would've liked. But inside he smiled, seemed he still had enough sense to have respect.

His red burning pupils was focused intensely on the man. He seemed to give an familiar reaction to the voices. They crawled deep inside Victor, like they were trying to hide from him. And Victor duly enjoyed the moment. Until a sudden explosion thundered throughout the base. Knocking the tranquility straight out of Victor. The voices spurred within him "We'll fight, Let's fight, Lets fight right now! We will tear them apart, Kill, Mutilate, Everything! They always had to get so damn excited.

Valoel shouted out their orders before sprinting off. Victor stood stunned for a moment, not because of he voices going berserk again. But for the sudden insight of the freedom he was given. He was to go off on his own, and fight using his own thoughts. Almost every battle Victor remember has been the same. He had been treated like a rabid dog. Let loose around the enemy and then subdued before being able to cause any unnecessary damage. Was this perhaps a chance for him? And was perhaps this new feeling enveloping him what's called, determination?

Victor gave Zeke a final glance before rushing after Valoel. She was admittedly quite fast, but Victor moved like a demon, even with the full plate armor. The armor itself was now more of an extension of himself. He wasn't slowed by it, atleast now while the voices was so excited for the upcoming battle. Just as he was himself.

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Alexei found a hole in the city wall. That seemed like a good enough place to enter. Preemptively, he put his staff before him and created a shield. Good thing, too, because almost immediately, a projectile struck it. He took a strong stance, covering for some of the more magically inept soldiers as they entered the city. He couldn't stay for too long, though. His position and the bluish hue of the shield made him an appealing target.
And sure enough, a cultist came for him. He was brandishing a heavy pipe, presumably looking to break his shield with force. Alexei sidestepped the strike, broke the shield and cracked the cultist across the head with the staff. He fell to the ground, dead or unconscious, he wasn't sure, but he didn't have time to ponder. He sprinted off to a building a short distance from the initial skirmish, vaulting In through a broken window. Quickly, he scanned the area for wounded comrades. One young KAP member was sitting at the far side of the room, bleeding heavily from a cut all along his face. Luckily, it had missed his eye and head wounds usually looked worse than they were, but his vision was still obscured by blood and his cheek looked bad. Alexei motioned the man over and set to work stopping the bleeding, telling him to stay alert for any cultists who might want to attack while they were vulnerable.

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He had forgot just how stressful a battle was. His comrades engaged the city, Victor who was in a full sprint dove towards the wall, plunging the back edge of his shield into the metal. Giving him enough power to leap up across the wall up on the ramparts. The entire move looked inhuman, both in matter of speeds and strength. It started to become more apparent how his first reports talked of him as an outsider, he sure looked like one.

He spotted both his captain and the medic which had joined him, both of them seemingly engaged in combat. Suddenly the voices rose up, their words was the only thing that could be heard, enveloping his mind. "Now, Now! Kill them and escape, This is our chance, Kill them all!" They drowned out the smatter of gunfire and the injured yelling. They were really going, Like always they didn't waste their energy while he was in an controlled enviroment. They wouldn't try and corrupt him when they knew he was under control, but here and now, they had found a chance. Victor gripped his head, trembling in his boots while desperately clawing at his helmet. His eyes switching in intensity.

One of the cultist suddenly approached him, bashing something agaisnt the back of his head. Victor was hit with a realisation, or maybe it was the machete that impacted him, he was unsure. But this was not the voices chance, It was his, This battle shouldn't be difficult for him, atleast not while facing off against these cultists, he would only need to focus on self control. For that he needed to subdue the voices, give them something to please them. He slowly turned towards the cultist who had struck him, brandishing the machete for an additional strike, he swung his shield in a wide arc, hitting the side of his face. His head snapped to the side, his neck was immediately cracked. Before the body hit the ground he grabbed the throat of the now dead man, before repeatedly bashing his shield against his face. Brutalizing the poor guy, the voices squealed in appreciation, any nearby Cultists or KAP soldiers not so much.

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Zeke rushes beside Viktoriya as she charges forward towards the city wall, catching a glimpse of Victor launching himself over onto the ramparts before disappearing from view. Damn, a super vaulting ability would be pretty nifty right about now, he thinks before turning to look at Viktoriya. Well, that could work.

With a thought in mind, he reaches out and jumps onto her side, dwarved in comparison to the great beast. She reacts with a grunt, glancing back briefly.

"Sorry, babe, I'll be out of your hair as soon as we break over the walls," he says to her with a wave.

Unburdened by her passenger, she kicks hard with her feet and launches herself at the wall, hands out, and flawlessly grabs the edge upon impact and pulls herself over onto the ramparts by lifting up and perching herself on the edge with her hind feet, practically sitting up. She then, grips with her hind claws and lunges out towards the nearest building top, staying in the air for a good while before hitting the roof. Upon impact, Zeke lets go and flings himself into a roll before stopping himself at the edge with his foot out. Without word he waves back at the beast, who had already set off on her own way across the rooftops.

"Damn, that was wild," he mutters before looking out below watching as his comrades have already engaged the enemy, then scans about for a weak link which would come rushing by the building he was on. Within moments he jumps, catching the fire escape and dropping down on top of the unsuspecting soldier, kicking him against the wall. Knocked off balance the man would take a moment to retaliate, attempting to aim his gun only for Zeke to catch him first by slamming his foot down into the back of his knee sending the man tumbling down into a kneeling position. In this moment, the veins coursing down Zeke's right arm lights up until it hits his palm, and with a snap of cold breeze, the leg of the man becomes frozen in place, a pained groan emits from him as the ice pierces into the flesh.

"Suck it up," Zeke says as he leans over snatching the gun away from him then, with a raised brow. "Geez, what a relic, this thing still uses an external flintlock mechanism... bet the shells fired by this thing detonate upon impact."

The man does not respond, breathing slowly, opting to grit his teeth and not budge an inch. In Zeke's eyes he was acting the good soldier, admirable if it weren't for the complications their coup d'Γ©tat has had upon the security of the city. Zeke then checks him over for some form of communication devices finding none on him. He then grabs his collar and pulls him close enough to hear every word.

"Listen, I got to get into contact with Rook before this goes all to hell," Zeke says sternly, stressing every word so he's perfectly clear. He then glances at the wreckage caused by their explosives, then back at the man. "More hell than it already is... This coup of yours is only making things worse for everybody."

Elsewhere, Viktoriya had taken to stalking along the rooftops, observing the men as they take to a retreat back to likely they base of operations, or what could be called such. It was awkward to her, she had been designated to eliminate Outsiders and yet her targets were little more than average humans, their rhythms were completely void of outsider influence. The only oddities were the ones she had observed from her comrades. Regardless, she was not to question her missions, only to follow them without fail. First, it seemed, that breaking their ranks would be the most logical.

She takes a breath, positions herself, aiming towards the firing soldiers below then, opening her terrible maw wide lets loose a deafening screech of fluctuating and disorienting frequencies. Though not lethal at this range, those caught in the way would soon feel a queasiness combined with a feeling of pressure in the head and chest as every part of their body would shake including chattering teeth.

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As Valoel ran around the corner of a building she channeled a bit of magic into her hand before launching it at one of the buildings. A small orb of magic hit the building but instead of violently exploding it simply bounced off the building and began to bounce and eventually roll next to Rook's men taking cover. Almost on instinct the men all dove away from the ball just as it suddenly detonated sending stone shrapnel all around.

The arcane blast injured many of the men, however not so much that they were incapacitated but they would be sore for a bit. "All surface forces, this is captain Rook! The shopping is done, fall back to the house." A voice sounded in the ears of the squad leaders. Before they had a chance to reply a horrid noise caused many of the man to clutch their ears and feel sick to the core. Their bodies began to shake as if it was scared of something. A few brave men looked up to see the form of Viktoryia, a monster through and through...

The squad leader coughed a bit as he held his head. "Those KAP...they ain't even human...Fighting retreat!...." The man ordered the man as they did their best to overcome this wave of nausea. However Valoel took this opportunity to get in close, sword poised and ready. The first man offered a bit of resistance, using his rifle he blocked the first strike of the sword however that was as far as he could go until a blast of magic impacted him at point blank range blasting a hole through his chest and sending him flying. The Remaining men soon retaliated at both Valoel and Viktoryia, gun blazing away as they slowly withdrew.

The other forces across the city soon began to hightail it to the subway entrance, or the hole that had just made. Their job was complete. And they began to plant timed explosives across the city. They all had long fuses, and would detonate in a few minutes. They made sure to hide them inside buildings and onto support structures before lighting the fuse.

Underground, Errant watched as the last of the supplies were being hauled deeper into the subway system. "Looks like our work here is done, lets hope we don't lose too many men up there...This will really put a dent in the KAP, less food, less water, and that means more angry people who will know they be running out 'O supplies. Yarharhar! Lets move before the KAP dogs come!" He soon began to walk away with the group of soldiers in tow.

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Those few enemies that hadn't already begun their retreat when Aurel arrived became her target. Her speed was lessened by the damage to her feet, more noticeable now that she had been sitting still for so long, and so she was last to breach the battle zone. It annoyed her greatly, but such was life– and she promised herself to make up for it in output. No specific orders had been given that she could tell, although it seemed fair enough to follow the example of her colleagues. She swung her swords, both alighting with arcane power as she stooped forward. At first it would almost look as though she was falling, but she easily caught herself on her knuckles and jumped over a small fence– advancing on a group of men who were too busy stealing to notice her approach immediately.

The dance began. Aurel had been trained for this since a young age. Parry, parry– well-places kicks to stagger the enemy and then disposing of them with a swing of the sword. Dodge, dodge, reevaluate and strike. Before long the group had been dealt with, but in the kerfuffle she'd lost sight of her teammates. That was, until an unmistakable roar rang out in the streets– one that could only belong to their new member. Making sure her job in this area was done, Aurel headed towards the sound of the screech to offer her assistance, although she doubted Viktoriya would need any. Still, it's the thought that counts.

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Alexei patched up his patient with little issue and sent him on his way. He hoped that the man would survive the day. For a few minutes, he hunkered down, waiting for things to become safe enough for him to administer emergency aid. He wasn't much good in a fight, he was never really meant to be, so the doctor stayed put until things quieted down.
When they did, he ventured out toward the wall where they entered. He carefully trawled through the destruction for survivors. The sounds of the battle were still close, and Viktoriya's screech made him jump, but Aurel seemed to be taking care of things nearby, or at least until she advanced to help with the fight.
Alexei scanned the street. There didn't seem to be too many badly wounded, maybe three or four. He could count spotted another medic crouched next to a man with a bleeding arm. She waved when she spotted Alexei and gestured to someone in the middle of the road. He took it to mean that they were alive. As if on cue, they reached up and put a hand on their face. Alexei slunk over and put up a shield while he determined if he could move them to cover. A spray of gunfire bounced off the shield, cracking it slightly.
"Can you feel your body," he urgently asked the soldier, his eyes flicking between the street and the soldier. They looked feminine up close.
"Uh…" she clenched her fist over her abdomen. Little splotches of blood were forming on her uniform. "Yeah."
Alexei clenched his jaw. It seemed like her spine was unhurt, so moving her wouldn't be extremely detrimental. At the very least, it would be less detrimental than being shot to death. "This will hurt," he said, hooking his arms under her knees and upper body and lifting her as best he could and dragging her behind a wall. She hissed in a breath, but otherwise said nothing as he put her down, pulled on sanitary gloves, and began removing bullets from her abdomen and stopping the bleeding where he could.

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Victor stared out over the carnage, a full fledged battle really made his blood boil. He glanced down at the soldier he had brutalized, a strike of guilt hitting him as he dove down from the wall, landing himself directly down among a couple of bodies, most of them being the enemy. It would seem they were winning the battle. Both the advancement of the battle-front and the abundance of enemy bodies witnessed that. A roar pierced the air drowning out any of the distant sounds of fighting, making all the excited voices inside him immediately crawl back deep inside, it was quite pleasant. He stood for a moment enjoyin the feeling of having his mind to himself until the sudden return of gunfire knocked him out of the tranquil state he had achieved. A small patrol of the enemies had apparently stayed behind in an attempt to pick off any of the backline-medics, only a few soldiers remained and would quickly be forced back, or just killed.

Victor's eyes flared up, this was good, this was one of those opportunities he had imagined. His mind was still clear, just the few odd words being formed, they would probably be awoken once he started to shed blood, but he would be damned and do something good before that. He couldn't see the medic that was targeted, but he was apparently skilled in some sort of magic as he shielded himself from the stray gunfire. Victor leapt forward, he had a sudden urge to utter some sort of cool line but he couldn't form the words as one of the soldiers noticed him. It was still quite the distance between them and the soldiers we're trained enough to spot the obvious threat the sudden charging knight made. Victor was beset by several hails of gunfire, blasting the pavement in different directions. Victor rose his shield over his head and upper body rendering the bullets completely ineffective, but really that action was more of a formality as the bullets who tore into his legs and stomach bounced away only causing buckles to the armor. One of the voices suddenly rose in a roar, that roar amplified by Victor as he made an inhuman screech while crashing through the small barricade the soldiers had created, sending he nearest one careening into the building behind them.

The rest was...fuzzy. Victor kept his one rule in close check, it had been heavily worked into his mind. He would not draw his sword unless specifically ordered to do so by a KAP higher up. So he resorted to using his armored hands. The soldiers quickly realized just how ineffective their attacks were, atleast after the first two had been dismembered, and started retreating.

A good two thirds of the soldiers managed to retreat throughout the alleyway, the least experienced among them perhaps slightly traumatized. Victor himself was busy ravaging the bodies. It was pretty clear that he was no longer the only inhabitant of his mind.

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"I aint speaking," Errant's man strained from pained lips. Zeke stares with a pensive glare, none too pleased to be getting such resistance. His expression would soon be changed by his next act and words. "You want something, eh... hope you like gunpowder!"

With those words the man quickly reaches into his coat and an audible click followed by an all too familiar hiss occurs. Zeke's eyes widen, shocked that the man was so crazed to light a charge at such a short range, and in doing so was leaving him with little choice for action. Errant draws back as the man swings a strike at him.

"The hell is wrong with you," Zeke yells out, seeing the explosive device, some kind of homemade pipe bomb made of old metal piping welded together, likely stuffed with enough powder to kill them both. "You'll blow us to hell!"

"For Errant! Death to KAP," the fanatic chants, holding the explosive out into the air, the fuse now clear to be alarmingly short.

In that split second, however, Zeke's veins once again glow blue in his right arm and strikes the man across the face with enough force to dislodge his jaw, a searing hot pain striking the man's face, steam emitting from the impact, sending him toppling over. The pain forcing his body to loosen grip of the bomb, and it is set adrift in the air. The second knee jerk reaction from Zeke is to swat the explosive with the back of his hand, as hard as he could. The impact of which immediately sends a shock from the back of his hand and up the nerves of his left arm telling him he's busted something, but succeeds in sending the bomb away some distance before exploding. The blast knocking Zeke onto his back, a piece of shrapnel grazing his face and leving a bloody gash on his shoulder. His ears are left ringing as all sound becomes drowned out and muffled.

"Damn... psycho," he groans, struggling back to his feet, checking himself for substantial wounds. Broke something in the left hand I think, better do something about the shoulder... gonna suck. With his right hand he presses his hand against the shoulder wound, searing heat hissing as he does so, gritting his teeth in response, until the wound is cauterized. Taking his breath, his hearing slowly returning, he looks over at the man, bloody mouthed, few less teeth than before, but out cold and alive. With a sigh, he rips off some fabric and binds the man's hands and feet. "Doubt I'll get any thanks for sparing your ass, but it ain't exactly for your sake anyways."

Elsewhere Viktoriya snaps off a door from the roof, a solid steel one from the looks and holds it close to her face with one arm like a shield, protecting for the most part the intended area, her face, as she lunges forward at them at great speed with full intent to plow into them like a charging rhinoceros, striking the nearest man against the door and mercilessly flinging his broken body aside, bent in ways a body should not bend. Beside her a man takes aim and fires a direct hit into her shoulder, only to find his shot not as effective as he had hoped leaving a minor wound, and worse his reflection in her green eyes, horrible teeth baring as her muscles tense up and hair stands up.

"Hos..tile," she roars, drawing up slightly slashing the man across the torso with her middle right claw leaving deep gashes as he falls to his knees before being struck by the makeshift shield and thrown into the retreating insurgents as she roars at them. "Kill...con..firmed!"

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"Damn! That truly is a monster! Those KAP bustards truly have lost their minds! Damned fools say they defend humanity but all I see is a horrid beast! You damn freak of nature die!" One soldier yelled as he armed himself with a close combat shotgun as rushed Viktoryia like a man possessed. One hand reached in his coat and fiddled with something inside before both hands rested on his weapon and began to fire slugs at Viktoryia as he charged. On closer insection his weapon was also affixed with a bayonet. "Come at me beast! I got plenty for you!"

"Just like a mayter eh? Well don't let his distraction distract you idiots as well! Get a damn move on!" Another soldier pointed at the entrance to the subway just as soldiers who had finished looting or escaped death had run inside. Valoel was too busy engaging and winning in a sword fight with one of the Pirates to catch up with the retreating units. The man giving his life to stall her. "Take this you damn KAP dog! You only blindly follow your orders! You now work with beasts! You work with people who have no morals! You lot are unfit for duty, the best you all can do is roll over and die!" The man exclaimed as his sword clashed with Valoel's before cracking under the pressure of her magical sword and before it shattered he took one last moment to aim a pistol at her and fired off only one single round before her sword cut through his torso. The bullet struck true, but Valoel's plate Armor resisted the full brunt of the bullet. "We must be too late...they must have already got what they came here for...this makes the fifth raid this month, this ends today..." She muttered as she gave chase.

Of course, once the soldiers had withdrawn into the safety of the underground, the explosives left behind by Errants soldiers ticked their last. Explosives went off one at a time all across the block of the city, buildings with their supports blown up began to topple over, shops were turned into infernos, glass shattered all across, debree was sent flying and worst of all smoke began to bellow from the city. One building in particular was falling on Valoel who was forced to stop her pursuit and run back before the building crushed her. "Bastards! They turned the whole area into a death trap!" She yelled as her attention focused on falling rubble now.