He shot the steel ball towards the sound but all he heard was the shouting of his men.

"Wow, I could feel the breeze from that one."

"Stay away from you bastard!!" The man on the floor shouted.

Crack

"AAArrggghh!!!"

After that sound, he started going into hysterics and shot in all the directions he could manage as he was forced to sit on the cold ground. Tears ran down his eyes as felt the area to confirm it. He winced and gritted his teeth as his fingers grazed it. His other kneecap had broken.

Jake couldn't help but wince at the sound of the bone.

"Oh, sorry about that, your attack didn't give me time to hold back."

Countless shouts and explosions were heard all around. It appeared his barrage did more harm than good for those on his side. The fear of the lights being out in addition to the screaming, broke any discipline the men had been trained and all hell broke loose.

"sniff sniff, Oh it smells like a fire broke out somewhere. sniff, I really hope those guys close to it aren't too worse for wear." Jake commented in disinterest.

People began punching one another, out of fear the crawl they heard was an enemy, most of those gathered here weren't the type to turn the other cheek after being punched.

"I'm one of you, idiot!"

"Then why'd you punch me, bellend!?"

"Aw, what the fuck was that?"

"Don't get in my way fatass!"

"Let me out of here!!!"

"Idiot he's just one man, turn the fucking lights on."

"It isn't the lights you fools, he blinded us all."

As he heard the chaos ensue around he could not help but rethink his life choices. He was on the cold dirty ground in some storage of an abandoned mine, listening to friends around him beating the shit out of each other.

("Let's at least take out enough of them it won't be a bother when they regain their vision.") Jake thought to himself.

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Tibaut sat in horror as the sounds coming from the passageway Jake entered became a harmony of screams and shouting.

"That's… a bit louder than the other two." He commented while staring in disbelief.

And mingling with the sounds that seemed like they came from hell itself was the movement of heavy stones.

"Alright, either they have a bulldozer moving the rubble, or all this ruckus has awakened something it shouldn't have." Tibaut bit his bottom lip as though about what it could be. The only thing he could guarantee was it wouldn't be pleasant.

He got up off the stairway and started stretching. He wasn't going to leave but he felt he might as well prepare himself for what was coming his way.

As he listened in anticipation, he realized he could only hear the faint screams and shouts of those within the area Jake went and felt the hair on his neck start to stand up. What came next was imperceptible to the average person or adventurers but he heard it. The faintest sounds of footsteps.

"N-no way!"

The footsteps not even a deer in the middle of a forest could hear became louder and louder to Tibaut. He didn't pretend to watch the passageways any more and started walking towards it.

The source of the footsteps, which he began questioning if it was his imagination, showed himself.

"You fucking wankers, how many times have I told ya, not to fucking walk this path. You know how fucking long it took me to mov-"

The giant shut his mouth and looked around. Although he couldn't see what, his men had tied up with something and passively sat in the corner, looking like they had been put in timeout at daycare.

He saw that red-headed bloke that came with the police a few days ago and interrupted his celebration.

He shouted towards his men.

"Da fuck are you shitheads sitting on your asses!? Get up before I make ye!!"

Although small, a portion of the men tried to escape their bonds and one group even managed to escape.

Tibaut shot a fire lance at one standing proud and beating his chest and the rest sat back on the ground.

"I'm asking that you all don't get too excited. After all, other than this guy, you're all cannon fodder."

Tibaut began slowly making his way to the behemoth of a man named Cormac.

("Why the hell isn't he wearing a shirt? You know forget that, did he actually just move all the rubble out of the way!? Most of what I saw was larger than me!")

Cormac saw him walking and decided to approach him as well. He looked annoyed about something but that didn't stop him from coming over.

Tibaut felt intimidated but he also felt his anger overpower any voice in his head telling him to be careful.

("This bastard works with those cult fuckers to kidnap and sees no problem with sending his men out like cannon fodder just because he dislikes a guy. This piece deserves no mercy from me. But I'll be nice. As soon as I get where that bastard in black is out of him, I'll let Albus decide what to do with him.")

As Tibaut was in thought walking over, Cormac noticed this distraction and jumped towards him like a cannonball. The distance was short enough by the time Tibaut realised, his first thought was to block it.

He brought both of his arms in front of his chest and the blow hit. That was the first time Tibaut had ever experienced a flight without being on a plane. He was launched three times his height in the air before slamming into a wall. He immediately coughed up blood as he slammed into it and felt his chest screaming in pain. He fell to the ground and started gasping for air.

("Holy shit. How am I still alive?")

He painfully learned that the muscles he had on display weren't just for show.

He could hear him running towards him. And he wiped his mouth before staring down the freight train heading his way.

"I'll make that first shot your last."