Pure domination. That's what he'd strove for, but it was far from the result he'd received. The cruiser he'd unleashed upon the line of creatures had done its job, but what he witnessed after that only brought more frustration. They continued to seemingly sprout up from the pile of wreckage littered around. What did prompt his keen attention, though, was what appeared to a mass multitude of them rising out of a single area. A core of them, so to speak. It was as if they continued to spawn forth from this location, as if it were a gateway to the netherworld.
"A mass grave, perhaps? Or an underground location of their origin, perhaps?" He wondered aloud. Noticing the lack of presence in the Patronus poser, and the relentless assault the brash wolf creature continued on, he shrugged off the thought of remaining in this location, so to speak. He wanted answers, and he'd seek them. Not answers, perse, to be verbally addressed, but what he could attain with his eyes alone. Where it went from there was surely coincidence. The vengeful squadrons of hero's had since abandoned their hopes of avenging their fallen comrade, leaving him to his business as it were. Again, the legion of undead, mechanical, creatures resumed their assault on him, and the unfortunate bystanders that had yet to have escaped. It was of no concern to him really, but by now, his attire had taken a potent hit, leaving him barely concealed. All that remained was barely clinging to him. The lower portion of his cloak had been ravaged, revealing his brilliant white, now caked in debris and dirt, pant legs. It had been torn asunder up to the point of his chest, allowing his toned abs to be shown as well as a portion of his decorated red vest. The cloth that covered his face was, as well, barely clinging to his cranium, a portion of the left ripped to show a scant vision of his jaw and ever present sneer. The only thing barely touched was his hood which was still draped over, concealing a portion of his forehead and allowing only minimal sight of his crimson locks.
At this point in time, the gears within his mind began to churn whilst out of the rubble a far larger creature stirred. When an audible clanking began, his attention was brought to it, and the two comrades that were on either side of him. Two explosive thrums could be heard as the RPG toting creatures fired off two of their projectiles, igniting the area directly before him in an incendiary inferno. The blast consumed him, and shrapnel took care of more of his attire, stripping the lower portion of his legs of what cloth clung to them. As the smoke cleared, his piercing crimson gaze could be seen penetrating through it, even then, as the clanking became a whirring of metal. Finally, explosive shots could be heard ringing at as the center creature, holding a massive chain gun, began his assault. Heavy armor piercing slugs began to pelt at his being, bringing him to stagger back a few steps. Raising his arms in minor defense, he took the brunt of the force as he again began to bound forward, step after step.
"Annoying little pests. I could see how a city such as this could fall to such...rudimentary attempts. These forces are somewhat dull, but are countless in numbers." He remarked, noting the reloading of the RPG's. His eyes then darted off to his left, catching sight of a lamp post nearly crippled, and teetering. It was probably hanging on by nothing but a select few bolts. A single beam of Ki seared through the air to cleave the post in two, dropping the majority of it into his awaiting palm. His heavy stride finally came to a halt as he readied the post within his grasp. As the RPG toting creatures neared the point of being nearly reloaded, so did the Chain Gun wielder run dry himself. It was the opportune time. With a heavy swing, the cloaked titan hurtled the post in their direction, much like a boomerang. As it swung through the air, it struck the three with an incomprehensible force, actually cleaving the first in two whilst slamming into the other two and leveling them in haste.
At a stand still, his eyes lowered to the point of origin these creatures continued to rise from, taking heed that even more were showing their grotesque faces and severely deformed maws. His hand fell to his side, securing a single item of significant importance. Withdrawing it from its sheath, he quickly thrust it upward and then into the broken, crumbled, pavement and dirt before him. Having took a few steps back at that point, his arms quickly rose to either side, his brows narrowing and sneer growing in nefarious glee.
"It has been some time, my sinister sovereign, but now is your time to arise and serve your true lord. Come forth, Oni. Come forth and obey!" The twisted titan bellowed out as a free flowing crimson energy began to snake its way forth from his hands and into the hilt. A powerful burst of vermilion energy erupted sending out a shockwave that lifted dirt and debris, sending it careening outward in a large radius. The creatures that were already standing, and rising, were easily cast aside whilst those that continued to rise in the wake of that devastating explosion were left as fodder for the coming catastrophe.
The cloaked menace' potent Yoki energy continued to pour into the blade, releasing an ominous crimson shade. As it swelled, and continued to grow, it took the form of a titanic being clad in what appeared to be war armor. Not truly solid, it appeared as a ghostly crimson figure, head to torso and nothing more. Two gargantuan arms rose to mimic that of the puppeteer whom summoned him and with ease, it shadowed the titan's own movements. As more of the creatures rose, a single sweep of the cloaked beings arm brought the mammoth vessel to do the same, swatting the minions aside as if there were nothing but stones. Another sweep with the opposite arm did much the same before the puppeteer brought his arm to the sky. Lingering for but a second, another creature began to drag its undead corpse out of the rubble before the ominous figures fist descended upon it, plowing into the earth itself. A massive crater was left in its wake; a crater that, when the fist was removed, led into the innards of what appeared to be an underground facility. It was just as the cloaked being had presumed.
"Wonderful. And now, I shall take my leave of this silly little distraction." He murmured, releasing Oni and securing his blade. With it replaced in its sheath, he took a single leap before descending into the bowels of the facility. Within what appeared to be a hallway of sorts, he took ample time in ascertaining his surroundings and position in regards to the flood of creatures bounding toward him. "I don't have time to slay the lot of you. From what I can hear, I'm missing the action." He remarked, the rebounding echoes of what appeared to be strikes of thunder and gale force winds ringing in his ears. It was apparent that, down here, sound carried, signalling thick walls. Whatever was down here obviously wasn't meant to be discovered by simple means.
As one of the undead quickly lurched at him, he dove forth with a powerful palm strike, bringing it to stagger back just enough to use as a stepping stone. Leaping upon it, he took to a blinding sprint, using the creatures shoulders and heads much like one would stones in a creek. As they reached for him, and clawed at him, he hopped from creature to creature, occasionally driving his sole into a face or two and using the momentum to clear several at a time. It wasn't shortly thereafter he came upon a turn in the corridor. Using his speed and limber form, he gracefully bound his way up the side of the wall only to dive to the side before resuming his quick paced strides atop the creatures. It had grown so dramatically crowded by this time that many of the creatures, lumbering still toward the outside world, had no room to freely move but in the direction they were meant to go. Killing them would have been quite a chuckle, but even though this was impeding upon his own plans, the death of the cities most valiant certainly wouldn't hurt in the least.
Finally, his eyes caught sight of an opening in the distance. And as he came upon the open void of space containing the incalculable forces, he also witnessed the posing patronus whelp. How did he come to attain those deliciously powerful tokens of force? Perhaps he'd end the young fool just to pry them from his poor lifeless corpse. He could think of numerous, wicked, plots he could bring about with those in his possession.
Unlike the self absorbed youth battling the hordes, he, himself, chose easier tactics. Why waste your energy battling what appeared be never ending numbers? He wanted that voice that was bellowing over the loud speakers. Of course, even if this would be one of the most obvious of locations to be stationed, it wouldn't be his luck that such a thing would be true. Of course, this was assumption alone. It would be far too cliche to see a great circular room hovering over the dead masses with glass windows to look out of.
Continuing in his bounding strides, his eyes locked, once again, on the incessant verbal annoyance before shifting elsewhere. The room seemed rather vast. Concealing such a thing under a building such as this was rather brilliant. Perhaps it wasn't expected that the building would come tumbling, down, though. Who knew if plans had taken off too soon, or right on time. What was the plan, anyway? Such an act like this appeared to be downright genocide. That, though appealing to some, was quite a thorn in his side.
Leaping off of a single creature, he directed himself at the young patronus member. Only then was he caught up in the whirring cyclone that had begun to overtake the room, scattering bodies into the air. Pelted with mechanical pieces and bodies alike, it took him a moment to catch his bearings and get a feeling for the motion he was thrown into. It didn't take long to understand it, and use its own momentum to propel him around. Again, bodies were suitable stepping stones, and launch pads. Driving himself directly at the young man, once more, a heinous grin overtook him. With a single flip backward, he intended on using the young mans face as the most potent launch pad yet. He wasn't planning on sticking around. There appeared to be an upper level to this room, and up above, he saw what appeared to be bridged walk way. Though the building may have been crippled, the lower floors certainly appeared somewhat intact. That walk way, hopefully, lead to answers. And his assumption was that, hopefully, there would be little resistance in the rooms it lead to. "Pardon. I'm simply passing through, runt."
If success was on his side, that little stunt should provide somewhat of a set back for the young hero. Of course, it wouldn't be hard to regain his balance and such, but he'd be out of the cloaked beings hair for a short while again. "I should thank you for guiding me here! Had I not heard your annoying garbled voice in the corridors, I may not have found this place quite as quickly!" He spout out in his ascent.
Reaching out with a single hand, his fingers clasped themselves around the railing that ran the length of the walkway. The gale force winds still blustering and battering at him left his body dangling and swaying before his strength alone brought him up and over to land on his feet. Facing toward him, and then away, he was left with a rather crippling decision. To which way was he going to head? Both doors appeared to have been sealed shut with something akin to blast doors. Perhaps the only logical decision was to head in the direction of what one would assume was deeper into the facility, if there was such a thing. His steps carried him in the direction he had originally looked in and, as he came upon the doors, his palm extended outward, a single shimmering sphere glimmering in the nexus of his palm. From it then expelled a vicious beam of pure Ki, the head of it much like a mushroom cap. As it collided with the door, the impact brought the figure to stop in his tracks. These putrid mortals and their technology. These doors were powerful enough to withstand the impact of his beam, but only for so long. Continuing in his efforts, it wasn't shortly thereafter a hole had been punched through it and he, himself, crawled through leaving the sordid mess behind.