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Zeke

A veteran from the first contact, enhanced through experimentation with traits of both fire and ice.

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a character in “Bedlam Dawn: Freedom's Fare”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Name:
Ezekiel, Zeke

Occupation/Affiliation:
Officially a veteran knight holding a high position of honor, unofficially monitors morale.

Race:
Human

Age:
32

Sex:
Male

Hair:
Blue, light blond when at rest

Height:
6'5

Weight:
190lbs

Appearance:
Tall and lean with some circular scars on his shoulders and back, as well as combat scars on his chest and by his right ribs, his somewhat long hair often a mess, skin slightly tanned. The sclera of his eyes, hair, and in the dark even his veins glow with a ghostly blue light. The back of his right hand bears a permanent brand designed for scanners to acquire his patient information. Often opting out for heavy armor, he instead tends to wear a gray open coat, and a black shirt with light kevlar armoring underneath and on his legs. Overall he looks like a healthy and fit man with little sign of major physical mutation as of yet.

Personality:
Though a veteran from the battle with Lehechalesh, he is hardly grim but rather exudes enthusiasm that he shows no ability (or willingness) to restrain. While he can appear boisterous and unprofessional, taking matters far less seriously than his fellow officer, Valoel, he tends to be uplifting, patient, forthcoming, and charismatic in otherwise grim times. He can, however, be hot headed as well, becoming agitated over subjects he deems morally askew or unfair, somewhat ironic given that he is an experimental subject undergoing questionable procedures.

One of his greatest traits is in his philosophy in the state of being human, born from his fear when he was younger, it is a preemptive acceptance to the chance that the experiments upon his body may one day change him into something else. He obviously dreaded it when he was younger, but now accepts it without any fear, even stating when asked if he was okay with continuing his treatments:

"Yeah, whatever happens to my body really doesn't matter, I suppose, what matters is that I am me, that I can still call myself human."

Powers/Gear:
Having a high level of magic due to his continued exposure to the arcane energy derived from the obelisks, he is not only a very capable mage, but also a formidable combatant as well. He possesses a rare double affinity to fire and ice, but more appropriately could be called a thermokinetic, capable of adding or removing heat from the environment at will, and resistant to extremes of both. He shows skill in using his magic offensively, defensively, but also in utility as well, even in non-combat. Due to his enhancements, however, he stands out more to Outsiders, as the arcane energy is like a beacon when out on the field.

So begins...

Zeke's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne 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!"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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Victor made no attempt to reply to her, which she hadn't really expected either way. She watched him quietly as the rest arrived, and wondered if Valoel had done the right thing in dismissing the earlier incident. There was clearly something wrong with him, which was a worrying thought if they were to head into battle together. For now, however, she decided to trust the opinion of her superior officer– at least Valoel had access to his case file.

Once everyone had arrived, they were given a briefing. Most other members of the crew decided to train afterwards. Having already gone into the fray earlier, Aurel decided it was far more important to rest– a decision she would later be grateful for. She watched the new recruit– the monstrosity brought by the Kaymbdenites– in particular. The creature seemed to know what she was doing. Aurel wondered how she'd have been created, or if she'd been born like that. They were questions she often posed about her own disfigurements on darker days.

She looked up as Zeke arrived, and would have smiled at his comment if she'd had a mouth to smile with. Her movement was far from inhibited by her garments, but that had taken years of training, and thousands of coins invested in the right gear. In dire situations, however, the hard training and careful saving was worth it. The smile would have disappeared as he spoke to Valoel however– she couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't mentioned Rook's connection to the Knighthood in her briefing. Surely that was of importance?

She wasn't given time to feed the thought, however, as the first bombs went off. She was on her feet by the time Valoel had the chance to give her orders, and nodded. "Yes M'am," she said, setting out after her and Victor. She checked both her swords were in place as she moved and came away satisfied; she was ready for another battle.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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"Defected to the enemy," Zeke mumbles, his tone incredulous, watching as Valoel and her squad take off. "I don't buy it."

Without hesitation, without question, Viktoriya stopped her practice and sprinted off behind Valoel, her claws clattering against the flooring. Hers was not to question, but to follow orders, that is how she had been conditioned. She gazes ahead, meeting upon the back of Victor, the man who has given her continuous concerning signals since he's arrived. Noise, she thinks as she again tries to read him.

"This is good, some field testing," the Kaymbdenite man comments, watching the squad leaving in haste. Zeke grunts, running after them as well, nearly knocking the man over, agitating him as he straightens his collar. "What is deal with blue man?"

"Sir, you were not assigned this unit," the messenger soldier yells at Zeke, nearly knocking the Kaymbdenite over as well, cut off by a stern glance back from him. He simply stops and salutes, aware of the futility of trying to stop him when he's like this. "O-of course sir, good luck."

No way would that man worship one of those things, Zeke ponders, eyes narrowing as he charges ahead.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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Everyone had moved as she had hoped, her squad was already by her side with an added guest. Alexei, the doctor she had seen before has saluted them as they passed and joined up with them. Although not part of the KAP elite, a medic was well needed. There would be injured personal and they themselves would need medical attention if they did indeed get hurt. "Good to have you doctor. Your help will be greatly appreciated." Valoel spoke without looking at him, focusing on moving ahead and avoiding running into the occasional personal running around.

Soon they would all pass through the gates and were now heading to the city which grew larger as they got closer, more explosions sounded as they did. "All units split up as we enter the city! We must cover as much ground as possible before any more damage is caused. Our presence will force the enemy to hopefully withdraw back into the subway, we will follow behind them and hunt down Errant and his men!" Valoel spoke with finality as they reached the city walls in five minutes, instead of using the entrance however, Valoel used her arcane magic to create flat purple squares in the air and stacked them up like a staircase. She soon used this to easily get over the wall and defended into the city where she was greeted by a hail of gunfire which she reacted with a magical barrier.

"Them KAP are 'ere! Our jobs done! Pull back!" One of Errants soldiers shouted as they began to make a fighting retreat, firing a flare off into the air signaling the retreat. Valoel of course was annoyed at the gunfire, however with a quick incantation and gesture, she fired off a orb of volatile magical energy sending it forward and next to one of the 'cultists' who leaped to the side but suffered some major shrapnel for his trouble but managed to shrug off his injuries before pulling back as his ally offered covering fire to prevent her from advancing safely.

They were skilled, she would give them that, however she would quickly slip behind one of the many buildings to take cover. Even if skilled, they were not psychic.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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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.

Setting Changes... 48881 => 48876

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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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'état 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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Johnathan David Kimbrough Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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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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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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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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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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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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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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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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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke
  1. Errant fanboy bit contributed by Specmarine.

    2017-03-18 06:01:40 by MartinVole

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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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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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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.

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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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Alexei tried not to think about the men falling at Victor's hands and instead quickly removed the bullets, which thanks to the soldier's armor, had not penetrated too deep. The size and shape were absolutely archaic. It might have been almost amusing under different circumstances. Now, however, they had damaged her intestines and she had bled considerably. Just as he was sewing shut the wounds, using magic to replenish her strength, the bombs detonated. Alexei was caught by such surprise that he didn't have time to raise a proper shield. The force of the explosion pushed it back and it broke when a piece of concrete smashed through and struck him square in the chest. Dust filled the air. His eyes were streaming, his ears were ringing, and he could barely breathe.
"The hell's going on?" Asked the soldier between coughs. She had to repeat it several times before the medic heard and understood.
"We've been screwed," he shouted in reply. The sound of rending rebar and crumbling concrete filled the air.
The soldier sat up. Her face was green, but she understood the gravity of the situation.
Alexei pulled her over the broken street as fast as they could manage. A small miracle kept them from being crushed to death, but they were cut and bruised something awful.

As they moved toward the gate, Alexei brought his headset closer to his lips. "Are any medics still alive?"
There was quiet for a moment before a crackling response came over the headset.
"Eide here. Hotakein's in my line of sight and I think he's alive."
Alexei sighed in relief, passing his charge to the other medics who were prepared to evacuate them back to their headquarters. "Good to hear." He glanced behind him. Things seemed to be under control here.
Gingerly, he checked himself for broken bones. At first, he thought his sternum might have been, but upon examination, it was just bruised. He would be fine, so he headed back the way he had come, careful not to disturb the precarious rubble. He kept his eyes peeled for living KAP members and civilians, hoping that most of them weren't now red splotches on the pavement.

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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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This battle was a bit of a mess. She reached Viktoriya to find that, as expected, the new addition to the team had her hands full– but not so much as to keep her down. The beast advanced like a plow truck through her enemies, taking a single hit to the shoulder and shrugging it off like it was nothing. Aurel winced momentarily at the perpetrator fell to the ground, and looked in awe at the creature before her.

"Is that... a door? Oh honey, we need to get you some better equipment," she said, shaking her head and cutting a retreating enemy behind the knees. He fell forward and she finished the job with a slice to the neck.

The others were too far away for an immediate attack but she didn't stop her advance as she through her gaze up at Viktoriya again, "Remember to tell the medic if that wound hurts, it'd be awful if you fell during your first battle."

With that she picked up the pace and ran after the hostiles, though Viktoriya had an advantage and could easily pass her if she wanted to. Still, she jumped up on a crate and kicked off in an awkward, almost frog-like fashion, landing into the nearest enemies with both swords pointed down. Careful not to loose momentum, she swung herself off the enemy and into the next in a deadly pirouette. A third enemy raised his gun and fired towards her torso– knocking her off her feet in a moment of inattention. The armour absorbed most of the damage and she was soon on her feet, but she couldn't see the perpetrator anywhere.

She turned back to where Viktoriya had been last as she said, "Where'd he go?" – but her words might have been muffled by the beginning of explosions. Christ, are they trying to destroy the town?

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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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Victor looked at his handiwork, a strange mixture of disgust and enjoyment filling him. There wasn't much left of the enemies who hadn't fled other than bloody shambles. He stared momentarily at his bloodied hands, completely disgusted by himself."This is us, There is no reason to despair" Victor knew that at the very moment of the kill he had zero control. If an ally had approached while he was in the middle of it then he would have undoubtedly tried to kill them too, and that was very scary. He was losing himself more than he thought he would.

Until the pavement directly underneath him lit up in a ferocious light. Victor was suddenly sent cascading through the air. High up above the buildings an additional piece of pavement hit him square on, the entire piece was bigger than Victor himself sending him even further off course. Underneath him an inferno of fire and explosion thundered out across the city. That crazed sight growing closer and closer at a distressing speed, without any kind of warning Victor suddenly impacted the side of one of the houses, the stone and wood underneath him giving away completely leaving him lodged into the house directly next to the alleyway in which Zeke had tied up the cultist.

He just slightly poked out of the buildings exterior, smoke trailing out from the almost comical sight. As for Victor, he was certainly roughed up. His body was out, which only left him with his thoughts. Which was screaming at him to wake up, certainly not a very pleasant trip to unconsciousness. But that might be the wrong word, if Victor fell unconscious then the demons would immediately seize control of him. He simply couldn't force forward enough energy to stand again. Most of it was concentrated on not completely giving in instead.

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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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Zeke was about to go in and see how the others were handling themselves before another explosion nearly shook him off his feet, feeling the vibration of the force all the way through his bones and teeth. A plume of dust covers him off the devastation of the structures as they collapse leaves him momentarily blinded, coughing and teary eyed. Idiots, are they seriously taking the city with them, he ponders as he slaps his hands together in frustration, colliding heat and cold together creating an explosion of air violently pushing away the cloud of dust. In this moment, however, he catches sight of something flying across the sky and lodging itself into the building beside him. Rubble falling forces him to move his prisoner and himself out of the way swiftly before becoming crushed underneath.

"That was close, did that debris have legs," he exclaims, taken aback by this abrupt turn of events. He takes a moment to wipe his eyes and looks up at the impression left behind in the structure. "That armor I've seen it... Ah hell, Victor!?"

Without further hesitation, he leaps up to the now bent and hanging fire escape to climb into the hole left behind by his comrade's body and kneeling down beside him. At first he considers checking his pulse but the armor kind of ruins the reliability of such, instead opting to pull out a knife and holding it before his mask, and watching for it to fog.

"Damn, you really can take a beating," he says, some relief in his voice as he sheathes his knife. He pecks at Victor's helmet in an effort to return him to his senses. "Hey, you awake? How's your head? Can you stand, man? Not going to just leave you here as some Avant-garde decorative piece."


Elsewhere, Viktoriya watches as Aurel arrives and, after a moment, notes on her lacking in proper armaments. It is true, a door is hardly an ideal weapon, but to Kaymbdenites, just about anything can be adjusted into combat applications if necessary. One of the common weapons they utilized in the war were modified pneumatic hammers. Still, she did feel some shame in having to rely on something so flimsy as a simple door, steel or not, her ears drawing back some as she looks at Aurel, then at the door. A tinge of embarrassment visible in her expression.

Before she could respond, however, she found herself dealing with another insurgent with a death wish, firing away at her with a shotgun, gradually whittling down her makeshift shield into metal scrap. Unfortunately, for the soldier, he had to pause to reload, and soon he would have to reach into his coat to reload new shells. At that moment, she draws the door back and lunges forward, finding the other end of a bayonet as she does, making an effort to maneuver in a split second she ends up cutting her face against its blade. Without even a grunt of pain she resumes the momentum, snatching the man's arm that is holding the shotgun and forcing him to ram it into his own face, then shoving hitting him in the chest with her right upper claw, followed by an audible crunch as various bones are cracked including his ribs.

Breathing quickened, she the city around her turning into a blasting zone as the foundations of buildings are blown out from below. It was a trap, no doubt, her ears stand on ends, and for a brief moment her eyes are filled with the all-too-human feeling of shock. Valoel had charged ahead, her designated commander, and was now running back as a building was toppling down towards her, and worst, threatening to block their path.

Viktoriya throws the busted door aside, arches her back like a cat ready to strike and bounds forward to the collapsing structure, drawing in a sharp breath and once more snapping her maw open wide letting loose a resounding wail. At first it seems to have done nothing, but quickly a hole forms within the cloud, of dust and debris, dispersing it to the sides violently as an invisible force reduces the concrete to pebbles, and clearing a path to where the men had retreated to.

"More... traps... expe...cted," she mutters, as she shakes off the debris that had now saturated her fur. "Advise, alertness to... surr...oundings."

With this she moves forward more cautiously towards where Errant's men had retreated to, what seemed to be an entry point for the abandoned subway networks. It could prove opportune.

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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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Valoel begins to fan away the dust assaulting her eyes, after the explosions had cleared what she could see over the destruction was smoke bellowing into the air along with the sight of collapsed buildings. As the dus tbegan to settle a loud wail resounded in the area as Viktoriya cleared a path to the subway.

Well they had a clear path to the subway now, and Valoel began to follow behind Viktoryia as she warned about their surroundings. "Of course...No telling if there are more explosives or an ambush waiting for us...The rest should be heading to the subway like I said. So we shall be the forward force until they arrive." She spoke as she heard the sound of footsteps not from the subway, but from behind.

Soldiers from the KAP. A small squad of at least six men. Armed in standard KAP armor and weaponry ran to Valoel who stopped walking to turn around. The men soon stood at attention and saluted Valoel. "Ma'm! It is our honor to meet a KAP knight! We are the remnants of the men who defended the area from the initial cultist attack, we shall assist in any way possible!" The lead soldier spoke with a salute. Valoel simply nodded. "Then if you are our support, then arm up. We are heading to the subway to hunt down the cultists that attacked the city. Other KAP knights shall be reinforcing us soon so you shall stick with us." She motioned at Viktoriya who was heading to the subway before saluting and turned around.

Underground, Errant and his forces were returning back to camp. "Corporal, status report on the surface." Errant spoke as he walked forward through the dimly lit subway. Smoking his pipe while he did so. "Sir! The KAP has eliminated some of our men, however our losses were not that severe. Some were newer recruits, a bit were older veterans. We also have one last gift for those KAP soldiers that I am sure you will love sir..." The other man chuckled he twirled a mustache. "A gift? Do indulge me in what you had planned soldier." Errant spoke his interest made known. "I don't want 'ta spoil the surprise sir...We have to watch from the cameras. But all I can say sir is that they wont see coming. In 'uva topics, our special weapon is fueled and ready. Give the word, and we can gun down the KAP 'un finally wipe out the damned KAP." The man chuckled followed by Errant. "Yarharhar! I look forward to this surprise! If this is indeed good you are looking at a promotion and a weeks vacation!" Errant slapped the back of the soldier next to him as he vanished deeper into the subway, his laughter fading away as it did.

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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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Alexei was making his way toward the fighting KAP soldiers, finding no one who wasn't alive and more-or-less mobile or already dead. Buildings continued to periodically collapse or explode. More than once, Alexei had to scurry out of the way to avoid being crushed. His skin must be bruised all over. As he approached the other soldiers, he saw a shock of blue hair and heard Zeke exclaim Victor's name. Alexei, curious and concerned, followed a little more quickly. It didn't take long for him to see a few armored human appendages sticking out of the side of a building. It took him until he was halfway up the firescape to realize that it must be Victor. He raised his eyebrows, wondering if Victor would brutalize them as well, but he squashed his concerns in the favor of professionalism.

"Is he alive, Sir?" Alexei quickly saluted Zeke as he reached the top of the ladder. He unbuckled the chest strap of his medkit, preparing to take it off. Judging by the way that his superior was acting, Victor was alive, although perhaps not for long. An impact that strong would have killed a smaller man, so maybe he was bleeding out on the inside. "May I attempt to treat him, Sir?" He looked to Zeke. The other man seemed to know Victor, at the very least better than Alexei did. He returned his eyes to Victor. That armor of his hid many of the injuries that he must have incurred. At least it might have saved his life.

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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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Aurel remained frozen to her spot for a moment, trying to figure out where the explosions were coming from. However, the blasts were too loud, and echoed through the tight alleways in such a manner that her human ears couldn't pick up the source. She was brought out of her moment of thought as Viktoriya advanced– her huge frame a mere shadow in the debris for a moment before revealing a hastily fashioned path among the chaos. She reached her just in time to catch her advice, and found Valoel with her.

"Seems like a good plan," Aurel agreed with the other two. She followed her with long-legged but stealthy steps towards the entrance, before turning on her heel to find a small group of men approaching them. Luckily they were on the right side, and saluted their superior officer mid-battle. She stepped aside to let Valoel advance toward the entrance.

Swords drawn, she followed the rest inside, sticking to the shadows by the walls as best she could as she scouted for enemies. Remaining straight by a pillar for cover, spotting movement further in, she signalled to the others what she'd seen and continued to stand still. For now, she wanted to remain hidden until she knew what they were dealing with. Especially if they were right, and another trap was waiting for them further in.

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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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Victor suddenly rose with a scream, rocks and other pieces of debris flying off him. He swung his arm in a wide arc towards Zeke, missing him with a inch. Without as much of a word he attempt to stand up, punching his armored fist into the part of the house next to Zeke. His back slowly swung up from the roof, Only for Victor to make a loud exhail and falling back down again, seemingly about to calm down.

It was like waking up from a bad dream, desperatly scratching at the surface Victor finally managed to regain his mind. The demons had given up for the moment, limping back with slow, ominous whispers. He gave a glance towards Zeke, his eyes slowly regaining more and more of it's shine. It took a moment as his vision improved. He switched his gaze from Zeke, staring towards Alexei, looking between the medic and the medkit he was holding, a low animalistic growl escaping him.

Victor cursed inside his head, what had gotten into him, he was snarling like an injured wolf. It certainly gave the message across, he didn't want to be treated in any way, but growling!? He cursed again as the voices sprung up. "Aha! What, what!? Look at us, we need us! Our bones twisted and our meat mangled, but we do not need to worry, we have us." A suprisingly gentle magic ran out of the small cracks in his armor, slowly seeping around him. Healing one might call it, but more rapid regeneration. Victor continued staring eerily towards Alexei, slowly regaining his mobility and snarling threateningly.

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Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Viktoriya Character Portrait: Victor Garthside Character Portrait: Aurel Torne Character Portrait: Alexei Madsen Character Portrait: Zeke

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Zeke edges back as Victor takes a swing, shocked at his sudden outburst. It would do no good if both of them are flat on their backs at this point, from infighting no less. He then watches in horror as the knight tries to scramble back to his feet only to crash back down upon his back. A small piece loose debris dislodges and strikes Zeke atop the head, only mildly inconveniencing the augmented knight as he rubs his noggin.

"Geez, you okay? At least you seem intact for the most part. How bad is it, think you ca-," Zeke says, cut off as he begins to growl at Alexei, his eyes glancing back and forth between the two. He then decides to speak up, taking note of the magic escaping from the breaks in his armor. "Don't take it personal, doc, I'm sure Victor himself appreciates the gesture, it just seems he's got his own form of healing. Better just give him space. You can ease up, Victor, he won't do anything you don't need."

With that out of the way, and hopefully stated clearly enough, he listens, hearing the fighting getting quieter outside. The others had moved on without them, no doubt.

"You healthy enough to keep going, man," he asks, not really expecting much in the way a vocal response, looking out a broken window to see the rest of the group heading into the subways. "Now that I've confirmed that you are in fact still kicking, you can either just rest here or we can join the others together, your choice."




Viktoriya watches with her luminous eyes as she steps carefully, vision already well adjusted to the dark, ears picking up even the subtle scurrying of rats. Many Kaymbdenites spend most of their lives in subterranean tunnels and facilities, if it weren't for the hostiles, this would have almost felt like the comforts of home. Her ears raise as she catches the faint echoes of laughter, sending her survival instincts on alert. They were certainly aware of their arrival, and they certainly have some form of countermeasure to intruders, some trap set up... and were laughing about it.

"Bad," she mutters, her eyes narrowing.

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