Sharpening One's Weapons Before Battle
“I created it just 4 days ago, and I used the last bone marrow sample you left me for these.” The old doc spoke after 3 minutes went by again, reposing his right arm on the table. Fox watched attentively, curious and invested in this. It was 'developed' using his body in some ways, after all.
“It doesn’t accumulate, you know? The pain, or the time. That’s a relief, because my greatest fears were that. That it wouldn’t be without terrible secondary effects, but this much is enough. It’s a funereal experience, but better than dying.” The doc explained, feeling a bit better.
Fox went to pick some medicament and returned, treating the old man, experimenting treating a wound with this silver cream. The old doc sighed in relief, feeling a bit better, “As I said, it gives a lot of pain at the beginning, but it takes away some of that pain later. It ‘turns’ it into something else. If there is a lot of pain, you will feel uncomfortable, just not tormenting.”
“But that’s not the most divine feature my creation has,” the doc smiled. “It only gets triggered after it is placed on a wound. To a crease or cut wood? It only stays glued until it slides off. But on a small injury on a rat’s body with its fur intact? Even the slightest cut would be identified. The silver substance is as if absorbed into wounds! But it only works for conditional injuries. A runny nose or a fever aren’t in the product’s list.”
“I have made a… haha, wonderful medicine…” The doctor felt tired and closed his eyes. Fox felt that, if the doc hadn’t eaten, he would’ve fallen asleep just now. Not knowing what the doc went through, how many sleepless hours he had each day during this time, Fox nodded and grabbed the small circular box.
“It could be well-used in combat,” Fox nodded more. The doc’s narrowed eyes turned to him. “You mean… the battlefield?”
“Yeah. It will always be good for any other situation, but this— in the battlefield? That would be the nightmare for any enemy.” Fox looked at the thing a bit more before returning it to the table. He looked at the doc and asked, “What did you name it?”
“Something very simple: silver.” The doc nodded a few times at a regular speed. “It doesn’t need more than that, neither did the others. Just that is fine… Right, you can keep a batch, one small circular box, a package of pills, and 3 injections. The injections are for the organs, and to stop some situations, like spreading venom or poison to let green medicine work without time limits.”
“It can be used many times, and the needle is easy to clean. I will give you more whenever you want, but only you. The others, and only special agents, can buy them instead.” The old doctor clarified before placing his hands on his belly and dropping his eyelids to rest.
“What about their production? How many did you do with that bone marrow of mine?” Fox asked after grabbing new, fresh boxes and injections. The doc opened his eyes, but just a little. “With bone marrow? Barely 400 units or so. I can make an injection, a package of pills, or a small circular box with each unit.”
“So… would urine be the most sensical, easiest method to supply you the ‘main ingredient’ with?” Fox nodded, very slowly, and asked. The old doc smiled, slightly opening his eyes. “Of course, I don’t want to dry you of your blood for this. I still need to find a way to make these without having to rely on your existence, or it’ll be for naught.”
“You do you, doc,” Fox slapped his knee and nodded at the old man. The latter nodded, too, “One usual amount of urine will give me about… 600 to 800 units.”
Fox jumped his eyebrows in reaction to that. He looked at the side, where a large, cylindrical instrument 5 meters tall and about 4 meters wide stood in a wall, tall and imposing. It looked like a capsule conformed of 2 doors that slide circularly around its perimeter to an open or close.
“But Fox, there is also a very easy way to make more units per day, and their supply effectivity will be much better than urine, although worse than blood. Sigh, if only people could produce bone marrow like saliva…” The doc said, but Fox had a bad premonition, and that was before the mad scientist’s comment the old doc said.
“What… are you talking about, doc?” Fox tentatively asked, looking at the doctor. The latter lifted his face, looking at Fox while moving his wounded limbs out of fascination from silver medicine. “I’m talking about sperm, Fox.”
“…” Fox said nothing. He had nothing to say, because nothing should be said. It wasn’t necessary to say a single thing about it!
“Fox! I won’t touch the material nor do anything weird with it, there are instruments to deal with these things! Look at that thing! It has thinned out the quantity of samples I had to work with. It’s very good, although it needed a few modifications to properly work— but that’s not it! Do you not trust me?” The doc went on the defensive after they stared at each other, manly.
“…” Fox said nothing still, looked at the towering instrument, simply blinked before shaking his head. The doc added, “I can hire some girls to do the moving for me, Fox.”
“That’s not better,” Fox frowned and said. Doc frowned too, before lifting his head in realization. “Oh, I see. But there’s nothing weird they’d do. The PSD females aren’t that exotic and… of peculiar lewd actions…”
“Are you sure?” Fox looked at the old man with drooped, unbothered eyes.
The old man was taken aback. Thinking for a moment, he then jumped his eyebrows, lightly smacked his lips open, and cocked his head before nodding. The doc shook his head and added, still not giving up, “All you have to do is kill your sperm with some air current or heating it up for a few moments. All I need is the proof of your DNA, not the productivity. The stakes are basically nonexistent, but I wouldn’t use your body in this manner because of it.”
“Tell you what, I’ll hire men instead,” the doc nodded upwards and said, convinced it would be enough. Fox lashed out with widened eyes and standing up. “No! That’s worse!”
“Ah…” The doc was left speechless. A sudden, terrific realization surged, slowly making him feel even worse than with the females’ situation. After a bit of a hassle to decide something, the doc and Fox came to a conclusion and Fox left the laboratory.
… Fox was just planning to walk through some training grounds to see if Teon was around, when he found quite a few figures standing in the dirt and sand. One of them was his 2-weeks long ex-bodyguard, Nala Loba, and some of the team members, while the others were Captain Nauer and 1st Grade Teon… in a frowning-upon situation.
There was Teon, standing with 13 different 1st Grade special agents knocked down around her on the dirt. She kept her fists up, her shoulders locked, and her chest and rib area still ready to rotate and move with utmost agility, but only to strike deadly.
She sweated, with a bleeding left nostril, which had dried up, although some dirt and sand grains smeared onto it, and it ran down her philtrum past her lips. Teon didn’t have a serious hit on her face, and her nose was perfect, but her hair was disarranged and dirty.
Furthermore, the watching special agents were stifled in a position, looking at this with their faces subjectively ineffectual and unreactive. Moreover, so was the case with Nala Loba and some of the team members, who looked at Teon’s fight, now finished, as she faced Captain Nauer a few meters in front of her.
“Captain, huu…” Teon wheezed air into her lungs, having been hit on the torso, sides, head, and legs and arms so much. But she beat them all, 2 elite firster teams in Green Blood, all on her own. Teon breathed thinly before gathering enough air in her lungs, “I have… I’ve done it!”
“Yes, you have,” Captain Nauer seemed a little distant, cold even. He didn’t seem gentlemanly now, but his appearance was still in congruence with his status and attitude. Teon swayed from side to side a little, perhaps relaxing. “I’d like to enter a first… 1st Grade team, now, please.”
“Really? See, how about this…” Captain Nauer, with his charisma, looked down and mildly neither accepted nor denied before lifting his head, challengingly staring at Teon. She frowned and kept her body steady once more, her eyes seeing a little blurry. She listens attentively.
“Satisfy me, and last as long as you can against me, right now, and I’ll welcome you into my team. But if you aren’t capable, then keep climbing your role like everyone else!” The Captain said, roaring his last few words, but the public hardly felt something about it. Teon was that powerful, after all.
“Yes, ple-…” Teon voiced, using the only breath she had accumulated. Captain Nauer lifted his eyebrows in askance. Teon narrowed her eyes a bit, turning sharper, and lowered her head just a bit. “Please, allow me to have this chance.”
Fox walked to Nala Loba and the team, who only pay him some attention as he whispers to Nol, “What is this about? My sister getting picked on at school?”
“More like at work,” Nol commented. Fox looked at Teon, looking a bit pitiful as she practically turned to be the one asking for that option instead of being granted it. “Indeed.”
“So-” Fox wasn’t going to stop her, as this was his Teon, and she was a big girl with deadly melee no one has matched, at least in the same level. If Teon grew to Nala Loba’s current level, then it would be interesting to see how hurt Teon would get before Nala Loba wins, nothing more.
Yet, just as he continued whispering, with Nala Loba crossing her arms in front of him, her back at an arm’s reach, his polycoria eyes widened at the sight from Teon and Captain Nauer’s ‘spar’.
Teon stood, prepared and ready to get her beating, but endure as much as possible. Perhaps dodge most of the attacks, but land some off against the Captain to impress. Yet, Captain Nauer went over the speed one would think he’d go to, as he made Fox alarmed, let alone Teon.
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She had just heard something and felt her skin lift its hairs on their end when she felt her left cheek suddenly pushed. Then, she went flying to the ground, her body almost as if she had broken her vertebral column. Just as she landed on the ground, her left eye closed, her right one shell-shocked wide-open, Captain Nauer kicked her up with the tip of his shoe.
Teon was pinned upwards, her body arching as she was kicked in the solar plexus. Her mouth drew out saliva, all she had near her throat and in her mouth. Just as she was brought up into the air, Captain Nauer grabbed her separated legs like flailing balloons and held them together over his chest and shoulder. The rest of Teon’s body above his head.
As Fox felt his first heartbeat drop, he advanced forward, ignoring everything else. Nala Loba turned her eyes to their left corners, unbeknownst to him, and watched him in silence and coldly.
Fox felt his first stomp on the dirt too slow and light, cursing his entire life as he dropped his torso, using his left hand to penetrate the ground with his fingers below the soft layer. Cursing he didn’t have an entire body made of ultra Mintip, Fox impulsed himself forth, dashing to the most insane speed he had ever managed with his body alone.
It far exceeded the situation in Preut’s parliament after neutralizing the tank. Fox impulsed his body, just in time to catch up to Teon, who was several meters away before, but he was now right in front of. He caught her with all her body’s inertia, sliding his legs as she was just about to get her entire body slammed in a free fall/slam by Captain Nauer’s full-on throw strength.
Crrgggrhhh~! Fox caught Teon’s body and mitigated the inertia behind her body with the one he carried when he dashed over. His sliding body also halted at once, almost like he flew at will and halted, but only for 3 seconds before his back plummeted to the ground.
“Woaaah!” - “Gaaasp…” - “Uh oh…” - “What ‘uh oh’?” - “They are going to fight, aren’t they?” - “So what? Captain Nauer is a Captain, and a representative captain at that.” - “But he is Fox…” - “I… … …”
While the special agents commented, and Captain Nauer watched Fox mitigate his blow on Teon’s body and self-esteem, Fox ignored all and bit his right wrist. He grabbed a brand-new silver syringe with his left hand, while his arm held Teon’s head.
“Stay put, it will hurt a lot, but don’t worry, and drink up.” Fox said to her, making half the voices surrounding them hush, staring at them instead. Teon could barely move, so she gulped and shakily nodded a bit.
Fox brought his right wrist to her lips while placing the needle at both sides of her head, injecting while letting her eat his blood. Then, still drinking from his wrist, he leaned her against his right chest, sliding her body from his lap to his front, still with his bum on the ground.
Teon coughed a little, but since Fox didn’t say anything else, she grabbed his backhand with unknown strength and pushed his wrist deeper into her teeth to bite a few times. More blood poured from his wrist as the special agents frowned, including Captain Nauer, the last one to unfroze his visage.
Teon recuperated some color, while Fox seemed a bit pale. He hugged Teon from behind, coiling his left arm to inject at her sternum. He then separated his right wrist from her lips, making her groan a bit, before opening his palm with his left nails to do the same.
Knowing the drill, Teon drank his blood while Fox turned his head to Nala Loba and her team. He impassively uttered, as if he felt awkward to do anything else, “Alea.”
Alea felt her head ring, and before she knew it, she jolted out of the group and brushed some special agents aside. She went to them and knelt to check on Teon. She frowned and glanced at Fox repetitively when she understood what was going on… and how.
Fox stood up with ease, bringing Teon with him, who enjoyed his palm’s blood with closed eyes. Looking at Alea, he said, “Treat her already. Bring her to Mena so she can rest in my suite.”
“Ah,” Alea accepted Teon’s body in her arms after Fox gently threw her to her chest. She carried Teon like a princess whose barely open eyes looked at Fox’s back, pouting for more blood like a baby. Alea sobered up and asked with a light frown, “What do I tell her? Mena is a senior to even Nauer…”
Indeed, what if someone of Mena’s seniority saw this and felt… the need to ‘demand an answer’? Fox had turned around to look at Captain Nauer, when he became still and turned his head to Alea. Those eyes weren’t impassive anymore, or cold. Just feral.
“Then tell her I took care of it,” Fox impassively said before turning back to Captain Nauer. It was only after he did that that the crowd realized he wasn’t just throwing ‘sweet’ glares at Captain Nauer, but about to face him off!
And indeed, just as they realized, Fox casually walked to Captain Nauer with a semi-fast speed. Who the fuck would do that if they were afraid, or believed themselves not good enough to face something? Nobody.
Captain Nauer crossed his arms and raised his chin, looking at Fox with his eyes downturned. Fox’s face was rested, impassive and seemingly… serious, bitchy? He looked up at Nauer as he stood on a higher level without a problem.
“You didn’t have to go like that, treat a special agent that way.” Fox said, still coming close, and not hurrying his words with his pace.
“So you are also an instructor now? Businessman, special agent, political figure, and now an instructor in the Piya Sanctum District. You are everything, are you not, Fox?” Captain Nauer shook his head before swaying, leaning his head left and right to speak down to Fox.
To Captain Nauer’s cutting, frosty words, Fox looked at the former without… anything, really. He nodded, just a few meters left in between. “Right. My words like that are only tantrums, I agree.”
Fox spoke those words lazily, almost without the vigor behind any person or even animal’s word or cry. But then, he quietly said with a slight shake of his head, “Teon is my sister. You hurt her like that when you shouldn’t. Now fuck yourself and your words.”
Stomp! Fox’s eyes seemed to become oval-shaped at each impenetrable black pool. His feet kicked the ground, producing straight out alarm in Captain Nauer’s eyes, but he was well experienced facing those like himself.
Captain Nauer threw his torso backwards to avoid a strike, slowly releasing his crossed arms and preparing to kick upwards with all his might. It was unprecedented, but this opportunity to face this Fox up? He couldn’t miss it.
“!” Fox threw his shoulders and head first, with his hands beside his shoulders. His legs slowly spread, still bent, and just as Captain Nauer prepared to draw his legs back to strike him, he sent his feet down. Kicking Captain Nauer’s shins, Fox made the former’s eyes widen, but before anyone could make a follow-up, Fox headbutted his sternum after his left arm jerked into his spine. His elbow pulled upwards with strength.
“Agh-!” A cry was cut off immediately. Captain Nauer shut his eyes before rapidly throwing his knees to Fox’s chest, their bodies somewhat stuck in the same place. The representative captain falling down, while Fox lost all the force behind his dash. But now, once Fox defended his chest, Captain Nauer could enlarge their distance and assess this mad fox again.
To the Captain’s shock, Fox let him hit his chest, enduring the full-blown attacks. On the other hand, Fox’s face barely changed. He threw his hands to Captain Nauer’s waist to grab. The Captain tried to stop him, holding his arms, but he could only wobbly pull his right arm away.
Fox kneed the Captain’s legs apart, both falling on the ground with Fox on top. He impulsed his body to grab higher up at the sides of the Captain’s ribs. The Captain tried to stand up, successful, and fend Fox off with his elbows, failing to do the latter.
Fox received 3 elbows to the face, headbutting the last one before grabbing it with his left hand. Captain Nauer used both his arms, unaware Fox was waiting for this chance. Fox pulled, folding and releasing a full-spring kick with his right leg in half a second to Nauer’s chin, hitting him squarely on the spot before he could react.
Nauer felt dizzy for a second, but in that second, Fox slapped him with his left palm, followed by another right kick, this time with Fox’s instep landing on Captain Nauer’s left side.
Feeling a pang in his heart, the Captain was sobered up with rage, but that was when Fox had just started. Fox squeezed a spot with his left index finger and thumb, breaking a rib apart so easily despite breath going off inside his body.
Captain Nauer agonized and struck without a care, going all out on his blow to force Fox away, but Fox didn’t move, receiving punch and slap, one after the other. With Fox’s face, shoulders, and collarbone bleeding sudden, wide semicircular wounds displacing his skin off, his fists barraged the fuck out of Nauer’s chest, not reaching for the face. Furthermore, he checked his left arm’s strength, trying to break ribs and collarbone’s sections little by little.
Nauer’s attacks were fast at first, before becoming slower and slower. Fox’s attacks gained speed, terrifying the knowledge inside the special agents’ minds, who remembered they were living people.
“I think… that’s enough,” Captain Nauer’s mouth, nose, and jaw were bloody despite never being hit on the face other than that kick and slap before. His voice was dragged on, intermittently cut, and so grave it made one’s nape sizzle and one’s mind numb. Fox continued, though, never slowing or considering.
Captain Nauer genuinely gave up, his arms and legs trembling along his neck, sprawled on the dirt, as the back of his head ‘bounced’ off the ground with every hit, a few times every second. On the other hand, Fox’s arms were blurry, even his shoulders and parts of his torso.
“AAGH!” Captain Nauer suddenly roared, just as the special agents felt the need to stop the two… to stop the maddened firster slowly killing a Captain… a representative captain!
The Captain’s arms shot forth, hitting Fox’s jugulars endlessly, his thumbs’ prints carrying all the force and weight of his movements to strike Fox time and again. His eyes widened awfully, enraged and riled up at first, slowly turning confused as Fox was clearly affected harshly but remained unmoving, striking endlessly still, like a cobra self-besotting on prey.
“GrrrrAAW!” Fox suddenly felt it was enough pain and launched himself down, howling. Captain Nauer was prepared and kicked Fox back up, but Fox was only impulsed back and into the air for a moment, before using his left arm’s weight to crash down again, just as Captain Nauer stood up.
Captain Nauer’s eyes widened, tired, a little bloody, and taken aback. Fox crushed both into the ground again, rolling off a bit away from the crowd before stopping.
Fox half knelt, with Captain Nauer’s neck in his arms, locked and tightening. Crushing noises teased to ring out hard and loud. Fox and Nauer looked at each other’s eyes. One’s pair was looking down without life behind them nor demonstrating they understood life. The other’s up and hopeless but not giving up, only lacking the strength and favorability to do something.
Naturally, Nauer was worse off, even as he tried digging his fingers into Fox’s jugulars at the sides of his neck, making them twist and arch, no matter how he focused his strength and breath on them and his neck.
Fox only put his breath on his neck, ensuring he had enough time to crack this neck between his arms and his front.
“Stop it at this instance!” Nala Loba cried out, cold and indifferent, yet not aloof, frowning and walking a few meters out of the crowd, but still tens of those between the two and her.
Nauer seemed to gain motivation, while Fox became less reasonable. His polycoria eyes turned all into 6 dark, impenetrable black pools, adopting an elliptical, irregular shape for an instant’s worth of time. With but a thought, he pried open his mouth with saliva coming out between the 4 corners of typical canines in one’s mouth.
“…!?” But, to the representative captain’s utter dismaying shock, growing terror, actual fangs, sharpened and elongated a bit out of Fox’s teeth, each of them, showed; a growl was emitted from deep within. Fox opened his jaws. His sharpened, gone-ultra teeth revealed. Then, with his jugulars starting to bleed from Nauer’s nails, he lunged his fangs downward while holding Nauer’s head powerfully. His movement became blurred, mandibles wide-open.
“YOU WIN ALRIGHT!!” Nala Loba barked at the top of her lungs. Fox’s head stopped, not even trembling, covering Nauer’s face from the rest.
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