Dylan was quick to run outside of the lab, his wolven helm looking about the hallways, the helmet’s ears acting a lot like a sonar as a HUD came flashing up in front of Dylan’s eyes that seemed to give off the look of a man surprised by the sudden appearance of such high tech gear in… well… something you might see someone from the medieval period wear. Although Dylan knew that wasn’t entirely true, he had met with the Norse god of destruction so it was but a small shock that was quickly pushed aside as he walked forward, his elongated silver like armoured gauntlets opening and closing as he tried to adjust to the new ‘body’ of his. It was an odd thing for him to be standing well over eight feet tall, that and the fact that he felt… lighter, younger, stronger, and faster than before. Even the bulk of his body of muscle had seemingly spread about the armour taking on something that looked like a demigod rather than a man who had previously been just under 5’10”. So with every step he took he also found him a bit off balance a little bit given how much taller and lighter he now was. Though as he walked further way from the lab and further into the hallways that glowed red under the alarms, he couldn’t help but pause a moment.
“So… this is what it’s like being tall?” Dylan said aloud as he brought his gauntlet hands up to his helm.
Though as he inspected the silver armour he found himself wondering if the piece of gear could actually protect him from lethal damage, more so considering how light it was… and how silver it was. Though as he thought on the matter he suddenly heard the sounds of screaming come piercing his now elevated hearing forcing his head to snap towards the general direction of the voice. He felt a cold shiver run down his spin, forcing him to shudder in what he assumed was his old hunter’s instinct letting him know something bad was responsible for that scream of terror that rang out. Though, biting back his fear, and all the thoughts that were telling him to retreat he mustered up his courage and made his way to a nearby corner, trying his best to sound as silent as possible. Which… surprising enough turned out to be a rather easy thing for him as he pressed himself against the wall. Taking a deep breath in, he was about to lean his head around the corner but the HUD lit up, showing him what was around the corner, in shapes that appeared with every sound wave that reached the ears of his helm, which saw to Dylan’s eyes widen in shock at just how much this helmet did, more so as the shapes taking form gave off the appearance of something from a fantasy novel, or… something more from the bible by how they appeared. Though he shook it off as he blinked his eyes wanting to see a radar instead of these shapes, and no sooner that the thought crossed his mind, the HUD changed once more, this time turning into a radar, just what he had wanted.
“Well… that’s convenient!” Dylan thought to himself with a small shrug before he turned the corner finally, coming face to face with his new foes.
Just as he had previously thought they were very much like something from fantasy… no not fantasy, a horror movie, one about demons and angels. The figures standing over the bloody remains of what were at one point in time fully armed and prepared soldiers, their limbs and guts in the hands and mouths of the dark red beings that stood no more than five feet tall, each wearing nothing but a loincloth, their weapon being crude pieces of black metal sharpened into deadly blades, which proved to be far more effective than any blade Dylan had seen before… or at least, since Damion’s. As he looked upon them, they looked saw him with their cold crimson eyes, before each began to growl and let out demonic sounding cries that seemed to echo across the halls before. Though it did little to nothing to scare off Dylan who instead, felt a shiver of excitement shoot through him as if something unnatural had just taken hold of his mind. The group of 10 imps started to scream in a demonic war cry as they dropped the bloody remains of the patrol and began to slowly move towards the 8 foot tall demonic looking silver wolven armour, their crude blades in hand before they jumped forward into a frenzied charge towards the lone warrior.
Dylan grinned before he pulled from his hip armour two unique hand axes, each elaborately forged and finely made, the blade on both, looking as if they could cut through a steel door. Dylan didn’t bother to look at either blade, slowly walking towards his new foes, his brown eyes became dark as experience began to take over. After nearly 8 years of constant fighting and bloodshed, Dylan had learned to turn off that side of him that feared… that side of him that showed mercy… that side of him that made him human. Now, the figure that walked towards the charging red creatures was a weapon… no, a Demon.
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As the two sides came closer, the closest and by the looks of it, the strongest of the demonic creatures leapt forward, arm extended in the air with its crude blade ready to strike at the wolf headed helm. The red figure came within range of Dylan, he quickly pulled across his left arm before launching it into a powerful sideway slash. The edge of the hand axe cleaving in two the demonic being who had the look of pure shock as his crimson eyes watched his lower body fall limp while he went flying to the wall before its head smashed against the cement wall killing it instantly. Though Dylan didn’t bother thinking about what he had just done, he quickly did the same for his right arm before swinging the axe towards his second target, the blade cleaved the creatures skull in two, the section of head sliding off onto the ground, its mouth went slack and its long tongue rolled out before crumbling to its knees. Its lifeless body crumbled to the floor and Dylan quickly spun around in time to dodge an incoming thrust to his neck, and as he twisted around he brought the left handed axe around digging the edge into the creatures own neck. Pulling it free he quickly threw it into the fourth who was sent reeling to the ground as the blade dug itself into the imp’s chest. It was still alive, though only for a mere second before Dylan came to leap up inches off the ground before smashing the imps head under his armoured boot ending its life in one swift move.
Already four of the creatures were dead in a matter of seconds, the remaining six stopped their charge as a fear struck them. It hit them that they weren’t fighting a normal human, but something far worse… a demon, and not one like themselves, but one on the level of a god. He didn’t give them time to think, utilizing the moment of hesitation to his advantage lunging forward in blinding speed, both arms at his side before he swinging them both out to cut his fifth victim apart, the body itself was used as a cushion as he and the corpse came to smash against the wall, lunging himself towards his next target without the axes, his silver gauntlet smashing through the imp skull and the tiled floor before he pulled his bloody hand free, the demonic wolf looking for its next victim. The remaining four imps knew it was a loss, and began to scream in terror after witnessing a brutality, and made a hasty retreat.
He growled softly, a wicked smile formed across his bearded face. Crouching down low he began to feel the power well up inside of him before closing his eyes and began focusing it to his legs. Blood and debris began to circle and spin around him before his eyes popped open and he launched himself past the four in a blinding light coming to a skidding, spinning halt, both his arms were covered in blood as he stood up from his place. As he stood he watched as the four imps collapsed to the floor headless, being smashed off their shoulders by Dylan who had used his new found strength and armour to cut them all in half with little to no effort. Though he knew he didn’t have time to look over his handiwork, nor see to the bodies of the soldiers, more so with more of those imps running about the base. Walking up to the remains of the imps whose bodies still had his hand axes dug deep within them, he pulled them free, using what little clothing the creatures had on as a means of cleaning his blades. Shortly after doing so he stood up looking towards where he knew Izumi was supposed to be.
Spinning both blades in his hands he pondered what his next course of action would be, ‘Well… if I know Izumi, she’s more than likely fortified her office into a makeshift bunker.’ Dylan thought, recalling how Izumi had at one point in time served with the Alliance military during the third World War.
Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought entirely as he looked at the imps lying dead at his feet. “None of it will matter if I don’t get to her soon though…” a shiver of fear shooting through him as he thought of what Damion would do to him if he fucked up.
Without wasting anymore time he started to make his way towards Izumi’s office. As he did he found more and more bodies of dead soldiers lying dead and or ripped apart by the imps. Although there were no imps around, it was almost as if the only ones attacking the base were the ten he had fought back a few hallways ago. Raising his brow curious, he couldn’t help but scratch his shoulders out of habit as he thought.
‘It’s odd… how is it the defence forces couldn’t even scratch the imps, but yet my blades were able to cleave the fuckers in two?’ He thought to himself as he returned on his trek towards Izumi’s office.
He continued to wander quickly down the hallways and found himself often halted by makeshift barricades, which was another shocking feature to come across, as it had been barely a few minutes since the alarms had gone off… though he guessed that the attack had been actually been going on for a fair bit longer than he had originally thought. Due to the brave actions of some man or woman that the rest of the base became aware of the actual attack.
‘Fuck… that means they might have already got to Izumi… please God, don’t let it be true.’ Thinking to himself he quickened his pace, charging towards Izumi’s office even faster than before, and trying as hard as he could to reach Izumi so Damion wouldn’t have to worry any more than he more than likely already was during his meeting with whoever the hell it was he was making a contract with.
He only hoped he would make it in time to save and protect his friend…