Lesly's Tales (4)
From a couple hundreds of meters on the other side of the fleeing bandits, people in strangely plated-like uniforms rushed out of their hiding spots. Some from the trees, others from bushes, and others simply running with full speed into a more open area with less congestion of trees.
They rushed at the bandits, some actually wielding some thin shields with numerous, irregular-shaped yet conic separations by thin metallic bars. Their shields were as large as half a torso, nothing bigger. Yet, as they received some firepower from a remaining portion of 50 bandits, the shields protected them from the bullets.
A few rushed up with thin yet tough-looking batons. Some neon light flashed on a side of their contours, flashing silvery glows and turning into a strong red whenever they hit someone or something. When blood spattered on them, the small tubes where neon lights glowed from, the touched sections remained red-silvery throughout.
But the rest, with similar looking shields on their backs, pulled out some submachine guns from their lower back sides and fired away. Each of them barraging a bandit’s body until they no longer exaggeratedly twitched on the ground, lifting dust and downing eyebrows.
Those corpses had foul appearances, with none of them looking aesthetically human from whichever part they were more targeted. The other SAs had been uncaring, but they were very focused in killing their target anyhow.
Fox quickened his footsteps towards them, keeping his rifle somewhat low but still easy to lift and start firing. It was still on assault rifle mode, but this was the DLM, not any other gun, so when he walked over, the others finished their opponents and paused.
While those barraged with bullets suffered to death, those who were beaten to a pulp had it much worse. Their heads were broken into in 3 sections, leaving some parts of the cranium remaining, and hair. Their chests caved with some thrusting attacks, and their limbs all shattered and scrambled, but still hanging from their torsos.
A person from the other SAs looked at him, who was wielding a shield and baton, while the others backed away. He was an old white man, very tall and muscular, with a gray mustache and a small goatee. He had small, strict eyes, and smiled when he saw Fox’s face from up closer.
“Who are you?” Fox asked, tranquil. The old man jumped his eyebrows, almost dancing, before replying. “I’m a Paladin… from the Tri Fortress Shield. I came here to join the Piya Sanctum District. The organized crime should have left this nation sooner. It was boring to do it alone.”
“Is that so?” Fox asked again, this time in a more whispering tune. The old man narrowed his eyes, but Fox looked around and said before narrowing his and motioning to move deeper into the forest. “You can follow, we can let you do that. But no more butchering. Follow that.”
Dash! Fox then rushed into the distance, moving through trees and leaving behind the half-startled group from TFS. The old man looked back at a middle-aged man and a young woman not far from the former.
The middle-aged man was also white, with shiny black eyes and an elegant yet exotic jet-black hair. The young woman was pretty but not beautiful, so to speak. She was white, blonde, with light blue eyes, and of regular height. Yet, the middle-aged man was taller than the old man.
Her hair reached down to her shoulders, and she had a delicate nose. She looked unable to easily mash those bodies with just a baton not even made of Mintip, at least not fully, but she did.
“What now? Do we do as ‘the’ Fox said and follow… or do we continue our playground?” The old man looked back at his people again. The man shrugged his shoulders and lifted his palms a bit, not wishing to speak. But someone behind him did want to say things.
“He’s just another firster from PSD, he can owe us something, but we’ll never owe anything to someone like that.” A tanned young man with steep, short black hair, a square face and tall, with muscles but slender, commented. A young woman with creamy white skin and a unique pale white with black eyes, very tall and very muscular, deepened her frown. She was already not liking what she saw, but hearing those words triggered her.
“Antonio, more words like that will get a reconciliation with PSD after so long down the utter gutter!” She barked, slowly, word by word, and with increasing disgusted vehemence. The old man chuckled, with the young woman from earlier stepping up to say, “We follow and exchange experience with the District’s agents. That’s the only way to achieve our goal.”
The middle-aged man with exotic hair stepped forth, backing her and standing a step before her. “Paladin Kenia is right. The words of young and ambitious can only lead to our mistake for the second time, and that cannot happen.”
“Heh, well said,” the old man nodded before staring at the tanned young man from before. “Anything to say, kiddo?”
“No, Paladin Ozak.” Antonio dropped his head and lowly muttered. The white haired young woman from before looked at this and dropped her attitude, but she felt disgusted that he had to be demolished by 2 Paladins to understand his mistake.
“Onwards,” Ozak said, his baton on his shoulder. “Time to make amends.”
… Several hours later, still in the forest. After the bandits were attacked, more than 2,000 died, with no casualties from Ly forces. It wasn’t fully explained, but the White Bloods used their excellent intelligence methods to communicate the larger panorama of things to the army.
The air forces only helped with support helicopters, proportioning quick sightings and thermal readings at times. They also put whatever small fire nearly expanded to the trees while still at night.
Like this, the bandits were hunted one by one, while Fox also helped and even intercepted some other groups of bandits that were incoming to the known place for OCs to gather. This was known, of course, but the day couldn’t be postponed anymore, or it would really just be a wastage.
It wasn’t only Fox and Nala’s team, together with some TFS members and even influential leading figures in their hoog secret organization. After all, while PSD and even the still unknown Scarlet Houndhood have leading roles at the top, the TFS is ‘ruled’ by the numerous Paladins.
With the morning lights, the world was gray wherever the trees didn’t keep everything dark. Fox met another group of bandits, confused and moving to the place they didn’t know was already turned into charcoal material.
They were 20 bandits moving in a strange circular formation, with only those at the outer perimeter looking around with their guns. At least they knew to be afraid, but they didn’t know they were facing special agents.
Even atop the trees, through the leaves, every special agent could ‘perfectly see’ the bandits as they walked. Fox’s gaze was focused on them. When he more or less confirmed they didn’t have a communication device, even of morse code, he aimed his DLM. The team did the same, with the TFS people somewhat used to it, but still not in sync. They aimed a second later, when Nala’s team were already engaging.
Ta rarara rarararara rarararara…! Whoosh, whoosh…
“…!” The DLMs fired away, killing 5 bandits with not a chance to know how they died, even with the sound of raging fire from the submachine gun mode, and hitting the legs of another 5. Just then, the TFS moved out, engaging with the bandits and rapidly killing 3 at melee as Fox frowned and rushed down as well.
Those bandits were grabbed from their arms or legs and hit on the head and torso, their noses exploding blood out of their nostrils as they continued beating them. So far, the TFS were rather nice, although they did this once or twice to the bandits amidst any confrontation. This time, though, they directly acted how they wanted.
“Stop!!” Fox shouted, taking the strap of his DLM out and grabbing the top with his left hand. Dropping it on the grass, Fox walked to Ozak, a tanned young man, and a black young woman. They paused and looked at him, but Ozak stepped forth this time.
“…?” Fox slowly darted his eyes to Ozak, who pressed his lips and didn’t back away or show signs of not wanting to fight. Ozak was a little surprised as well. Fox gave one last warning, walking past Ozak’s side towards the young duo. “I told you to not do this. You do this all the way here. Seems you think I was asking.”
“!” Fox’s eyelids widened. He darted his polycoria eyeballs to the left as he stepped backwards and jolted his right shoulder even more to the back. He lifted his left forearm, letting meet Ozak’s baton, but sliding it without a direct hit.
Before Ozak could change his body motions to gain the advantage, Fox grabbed the baton and squeezed lightly!
Craccss- putt- swish, pam!
The baton broke apart, destroyed by Fox’s left-hand squeeze. He didn’t stop there even as the other TFS SAs stared at PSD SAs, putting their guards up, now becoming shocked. Fox struck Ozak’s collarbone with his spread right thumb and index finger, but breath fortified it. Then, he stood on his left leg and leaned backwards, still holding onto another remaining section of the baton before kicking Ozak in the sternum.
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Bang! Bang! Just as a short ebony with long curly chestnut hair dashed up in the air towards Fox to strike him, Akina quickly aimed her small pistol and shot her in the abdomen, where the former had placed her shield.
Akina continued rushing over while crouching as Fox kicked the old man a few meters away, meeting the short ebony young woman who clutched her abdomen. Those small pistol’s shots were easy to jolt awake anyone unprepared.
Akina rushed to her, with the ebony taking another baton out and keeping her shield protecting her abdomen. Although it shielded more because of her short stature, when a young brunet white man came to help her, swinging his dual batons at Akina as well.
Akina didn’t step back, lifting her open palms to welcome one of the woman’s baton’s, ‘sliding’ it away like a parry. Right after, she grabbed the other arm and tossed the woman backwards with a slight turn, bending her body. She swirled to her left and met the man’s batons in the air, blocking them with her wrist and palm without suffering damage, other than red spots that slowly cleared away on her milky white skin.
The other woman returned quickly and joined the man to continuously hit her. After deflecting their attacks a few times, Akina jumped strangely in the air, lifting her waist to her neck level and somehow grabbing her small pistol. She fired 2 at the short ebony and 4 at the man, pushing them backwards. Then, she twisted her body rightwards and rolled to the side, coming back up with 2 thin steel swords in her hands.
“…” - “…” The duo looked at each other after also getting back up, knowingly. They drank up some saliva before going back to melee, this time with Akina smiling a little as her chest heaved up and down and her eyes shone.
At the same time, Fox walked to the old man with the others facing the TFS. They were more, many more. But the District was not afraid, even if the TFS quadrupled them instead. The middle-aged man with exotic jet-black hair and the young woman who spoke to remain friendly to PSD intercepted Fox, dashing quickly towards him with shield and baton pushed forth.
That was when Nala, ready and fast, rushed to them, jumping over Fox’s right shoulder before he made a move himself. Both Paladins widened their eyes and shrunk their contents. Nala kicked the woman’s shield away, with the latter lunging her baton at Nala’s shin. At the same time, Nala simulated a fist to the man’s face, but a medium pistol appeared in her hand instead.
Bang! Thud- bang- clank- crassh!
The man used breath to agilely move his hands up, covering his face with his shield up against his face. He closed his eyes tight before being blown backwards, his feet flailing in the air and feeling dizzy like never before.
The woman’s eyes contents hardened. A burst of breath was poured into her body and sent by inertia to her baton, striking Nala’s shin. She was hit hard, but nothing broke at all, and instead, she surprised the woman, who widened her eyes and lifted her shield, prepared.
“Agh!” However, after firing at the middle-aged man’s shield, Nala saw through it and aimed at the weakest point. The shield absorbed some of the impact, as it was like Fox’s pivots, made to give time for defending against bullets when breaking through. But there was only so much it could absorb compared to the firepower of a medium pistol.
The bullet hit her left chest, below her shoulder, but missed the heart by a wild margin. Nala then landed on the ground, stretching her right shin backwards and supporting her body with her left leg alone, folded as she watched Fox and prepared to continue. As did they.
Fox walked to the old man with faster steps. Ozak’s hard frown lessened and his eyes slightly opened. Looking at Fox, he became more serious than old. Ozak quickly aimed a small pistol, but Fox swung his folded left arm, easily deducting where he was aiming, even with faints after the first couple, and neared Ozak.
“What in the…” Ozak’s eyes widened, muttering as he gave up injuring Fox, much less trying to kill him. But Fox wasn’t going to wait. With his right arm, he grabbed Ozak by the collar and pushed him against a tree, further followed by his left palm hitting his neck straight in the apple.
Farther behind them, Colmillo stood beside Miros, who looked and paled at the tremendous blows and ruthlessness PSD had towards TFS, and vice versa. It was just the District SAs were still good even with more than 2 TFS ganging up on them all at once. Some even faced 5, getting hit badly but returning the favor just as good.
Suddenly, 2 people came towards them, targeting Miros, who seemed too weak to directly join. They were TFS agents who couldn’t deal a significative blow to others like Alea and Lyan, even after ganging up on them as a group, at least not rapidly. It was a woman and a male.
Colmillo threw a load of bions to the man, trapping him just as he jumped to avoid other traps she had set. The man widened his eyes in realization before repeating it, but this time in pain before falling unconscious as electric shocks, up to 4 meters long, curled around him and struck his body to charcoal.
Other items hurt his joints and even banged against his head, leaving him badly injured. This left the woman alone to act, but she wasn’t afraid. She looked at Colmillo and furrowed her brows into her glabella, sending flying bions that separated and shot small needles.
Miros dodged, leaving his computer closed and against his chest, deflecting a pair, with Colmillo dodging faster. She was much faster than Miros, enough to hear and watch those needles bounce off from the corners of her eyes. That TFS woman had done it.
Colmillo stomped forth, leaving Miros behind with a bunch of bions encircling him and more around it. Knowing what this meant, Miros stopped and pouted, his jaw widening behind his closed lips while his skin numbed. Meanwhile, Colmillo met the TFS special agent.
She bumped against her, so harsh the grass beneath their feet twirled away from the impact. Colmillo’s face behind that mask was sure to be contorted in rage, while the woman before her gritted her teeth, realizing Colmillo was just as if not stronger than those others!
Colmillo quickly lowered her right hand, leaving an opening, but the other party was also someone of great status. Colmillo was a firster, 1st Grade, and the TFS agent a Knight.
The Knight sent her right hand to catch Colmillo’s wrist, but the latter already accomplished her objective. A circular void bion appeared in her palm, held by her fingers around its contour. It glowed a bright yellow light in the form of lines within the circle before sending a small, piercing force to the Knight’s abdomen.
“Ah!” She recoiled in pain and from the bion’s force, enough for Colmillo to follow-up. Colmillo moved forward, sending elbow and knuckles to meet the woman’s torso and face stomp after stomp, beating the living hell out of her.
Miros watched with frozen eyes and admiration in them.
Colmillo punched the woman hard in the abdomen, lifting her body in the air with the knees just above her shoulders. Colmillo suddenly stopped and straightened her legs with strength, letting a brown pencil-like bion fall from her tight, right sleeve. She grabbed bion, her right leg straightened backwards, and squeezed it tight before it elongated to 3 meters with the tip made of Mintip.
Without hesitation, Colmillo took advantage of the woman’s body in the air and stabbed upwards, penetrating her abdomen along a slight jump. Then, Colmillo forced the Knight’s body down, leaning the bion to the ground as they both fell, impaling the Knight with the bion penetrating 2 meters into it. Colmillo extended her legs, folded her knees, and stared at the Knight face to face.
The Knight’s lips coughed some blood that fell right back onto her face, a reprisal from the impact of the circular bion’s previous activation. Colmillo was definitely furrowing those eyebrows with the thirst for blood. She stood up, leaving the impaling bion in the woman’s abdomen before pulling her large pistol out, shocking the living hell out of the woman.
Aiming quickly, just half a second after Colmillo took her toy out, a loud noise sounded from the far front, making her pause in her act of execution; knowingly.
Colmillo and everyone else looked in Fox’s direction just in time to see some raw splinters and tree bark flying around as a tree broke in half, more so near the base.
Nala was just facing off the middle-aged man and the young woman. Her right leg limping a bit and her left shoulder with her uniform showing she’s been hit hard many times, with some cracks and signs of leaving bruises behind that weren’t visible from her uniform.
She kicked the duo on the necks and then their chests after twirling once in the air, jumping up before landing somewhere near Fox, showing off a couple of comets to guard Fox.
THUMP! The tree fell right onto an open path between other trees, saving anyone the trouble to look up to avoid getting smacked down to a pulp. Fox calmly walked to the old man even as it happened. Ozak struggled to breathe, but it didn’t compare to the pain around his neck.
“Not even… patience for the el…derly?” Ozak wheezed those words out, backing up, dragging his body with the only arm he could fold and retract without breaking. Fox remained impassive. Even with the tree falling to the ground, he looked at Ozak with his polycoria eyes. His 7 impenetrable black pools blinked a couple of times before bending over to grab the old man up.
Lifting Ozak with his right hand Fox broke the only arm Ozak could use for safety. Then, he cocked his head and looked at the old man. Ozak looked at Fox in defeat. Never would he expect a non-gut bion to be able of reflecting a small pistol’s shots like nothing, much less to grant such tremendous raw force.
Furthermore, it didn’t feel like a bion at all, but merely the extension of this young man’s body. Ozak frowned, or did his best to do so, when Fox finally spoke.
“One would think that… for all the time the elderly keep sending the young to perish, there wouldn’t be any of this nonsense… Not even thousands of years of human civilization change that. Not because it’s not enough, rather… I think we just feel too comfortable.”
Fox dropped the old man, turning to face the other TFS and PSD SAs, feeling a bit surprised with a few blinks from his polycoria eyes. He walked to them, blowing a little through his nostrils as he set his eyes on the middle-aged man and young woman who fought Nala.
“It’s not wrong to opt for what works instead of going ahead for what is new. But not differentiating progress from new horrors is like I realizing I know reality better off from hallucinations than most people in the world— and how many billions are we?” Fox looked at those two before shaking his head.
Then, in one swift motion, he dropped to the ground. His left palm impulsed him onwards, directly towards the man and young woman. They weren’t prepared for such speed and sudden momentum. They only saw Paladin Ozak suffer from surprises before, leading to such a one-sided outcome in favor of this young man called Fox…
POM! PUM! Fox didn’t waste time, palming the young woman’s solar plexus and kicking the man’s chin. They were forced backwards, except the man only backtracked a dozen meters from the sheer impact and pain, while the young woman tumbled down to the ground with brusque force. Her body was dragged through the ground for over a meter.
Fox used his right hand to strike the woman, or she would’ve at least lost mobility for a year without high-end technological medicine.
“Piya Sanctum District isn’t a place to group and have fun however you want. If you want to amend your mistakes, your hoog’s errors, bend the knee first!” Fox said before turning to Nala. He gave her a soft, swift look after spouting those words of viciousness.
With this, the PSD and TFS faced each other t last, more officially so, after a long hiatus of relations, which had just gotten worse from a silent, long neutrality.
But were they the only hoogs in the forest?
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