It took around three to four hours to reach the city limits, best as he could tell. Where shattered and burning buildings and streets littered with ruin slowly gave way to rolling plains of vibrant red grass, with the odd tree dotting it. It was dead silent as the city at first as he managed a jog through the fields, determined to make the best time he could towards the light. Within another three hours he could hear the songs of life though, birds, rodents, and various other creatures that lived far from the battlefield the city had been. So this planet wasn't entirely torn apart by war. A good thing, as far he could tell. The view genuinely was nice, even with the vibrant colors of the life here.
He stopped for a moment as day began to break, to sit and catch his breath. It had been a long run from the city and whatever horrors were abusing the ruins there. Considering he'd only seen the small pile of them there, as far he could tell they had either been the winners or come in after to make use of what was left. It was as he began to stand that a specific sound caught his attention. Boots crunching through rocky soil and grass. Again he somehow knew instinctively that they were far from him, he couldn't even see the people walking. He had a direction though, and he knew they were close enough that he could reach them.
It took him a half hour or so, but he found them. A group of three men in what he'd come to recognize as the standard armor for the Imperium troops in the city. Sleek and dark with no visible way of removing it that he could see on helmet or armor. Biggest difference being that these three were not only alive and walking, but still had their gear. Three blocky looking rifles that looked like almost like they'd been put together from a larger number of difference pieces then built in one piece. They were wearing small backpacks and had some sort of magnetically attached belt with two to three pouches attached per soldier.
As soon as he saw the symbol of the Imperium on their armor though, he felt relief and yet a strange sense of caution. Then they saw him, and apparently they were much less enthused about the situation.
They began shouting almost at once "Minad!" "Shit to Alievar!" "Shoot the Bastard!"
The only thing they did in unison was raise their rifles, and fire. He wasn't entirely sure how but he could see the bolts of plasma energy in midair, despite the rather insane speed they were traveling. The next thing he knew he'd thrown himself to the side and raised his side-arm and fired it. The first of the soldiers, on the left fell over missing the right half of his body as several small craters were blown into the area he'd been. The damage was much less then that of the rounds fired from the side-arm he was carrying, which struck him as odd for the brief second he had before adrenaline and muscle memory took over.
Before he finished landing he'd already rolled to his feet and twisted around another volley of bolts that utterly devastated the terrain around him. He had no idea what he was capable of or how fast he was moving, all he could really assume was that he was a hell of a lot more dangerous then he'd thought he was even in this state. He fired another four shots at them just in time to see the bolt impact the tip of his pistol.
It was consumed entirely and he only barely managed to save his fingers from the burst of plasma as the containment field covering it burst over the side-arm and destroyed it. So he charged them, it was only a few meters between them and he wasn't operating off thought at this point as he reached up and pulled the knife out of the compartment on his right shoulder, uncomfortable as it was to move his arm like that he didn't even feel it as he leapt into the air at their curses towards the rightmost one.
"Fucking Minad of all things on our patrol!" "Avzhin Kareeniv!"
He couldn't make sense of the words the second spoke whatsoever as they dropped their rifles and one pulled out a combat knife almost exactly like the one he was now wielding. The second a pair of thin handles that extended blades long enough to be considered short swords. He jumped at the first and twirled around their knife to behind them as he put his own in the back of their neck as he pushed on the button, his knives blade sliced clean through, the neck sizzling and cooking where it passed through and he stared at the final of the three.
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He'd caught enough of himself to finally speak. "What are you fucking doing? Aren't I part of the Imperium? What the fuck are you doing attacking me!" It was all he could think to voice and the reply was honestly confusing, infuriating, and slightly illuminating.
"Part of the Imperium? Maybe a week ago, but you Minad were finally tossed aside. No clue how so many of you have survived but you must have been caught in the fighting at the start with that iarm'a yers. Good, cause everything's gone to shit cause you fuckers just wouldn't go quietly!"
The last leapt at him as they swung the first blade downward, and caught with him the second as he attempted to sidestep. The blade ignited as it hit him and he screamed with pain as he stumbled backwards.
"Anything that burns works well against you bastards, slows down the healing. Works even better when you take a limb off. Woulda taken you months, now ya don't get the chance!" The last soldier lunged for him and he only barely escaped the reach of the first blade while blocking with the first knife.
He lunged suddenly out of his back step, swinging with his left arm. The arm he didn't have, as nothing happened and he realized almost immediately that relying on muscle memory was going to get him killed, right before another of the short swords stabbed through his shoulder blade and he nearly blacked out from the pain.
Everything was slowly becoming tinted in red as he growled through the pain, and the soldier kicked him off the sword as he stumbled back. The Minad, for at least he had a name for what he was, if not his own name snarled at them. He dove at the soldier once more, and suddenly dropped to his back as he scraped by the soldiers leg, stabbing his knife through the mans ankle before slashing clean through the appendage.
He launched himself to his feet as he spun around the second short sword by a hair and drove his knife through the soldiers arm, cutting it through at the elbow and cauterizing both ends of the wound. They stared at each other for a second, before he lunged for the soldiers throat as they screamed out a last phrase "Alievar Damn yo-" His teeth found the mans throat and he tore it out, scrambling back as the taste of flesh and blood brought him out of the adrenaline fueled battle, he spat it out with disgust at the taste and gagged. The soldier bleeding to death from the injury as the Minad looked down at him.
"No allies. It seems." He moved to finish the job, only to be stopped and leap back as the soldier swung his hand at him. Having dropped the sword it was merely his empty palm, and then the Minad noticed the claws on the hand as they cut through his armor and torso. Yellow blood spattered across the soldiers arm as the Minad kicked him in the chest and sent him back. Wasn't armor supposed to protect you? Why was the armor he was wearing so useless!
Alert! Self repair of armor on torso interrupted. Severe damage done to armor underlayer. Outer layers have had repair ceased. Prioritizing Undersuit.
Ah. That'd explain it. He scowled at the soldier as they grinned at the Minad, content in their final blow they finally collapsed and stopped moving. Alone once more he looked down at the slashes that had been inflicted, only to note in surprise that they had already closed and healed. That was useful to note. Then the pain from the wounds that hadn't healed kicked in fully. The gash across his lower torso from the first gash, and a stab clean through his shoulder blade. Both burned into him and having been cauterized by the short swords. They burned! When he'd first woken up even the burns he'd had then hadn't hurt like this.
He stumbled and fell to his knees, dropping his knife as he fumbled open the small medical kit he'd taken from the crawler. Managing to pull the autoinjector marked as painkillers and slam it against one of the veins on his arm, Injecting it into him just as the black consumed his vision and the pain vanished. Along with his other senses.