Bringing The Fight (The Hand & involved)

[Maverik]

- - - Flashback - - -

Maverik feverishly worked over the keys on Roses keyboard, bringing up copious amounts of information onto the screens. Locations were being marked on maps… Criminal records slipping past his view every now and then. “It’s all here…” He said finally as he stood up from his chair. “It’s time. We can’t wait another second… Can’t give him the chance to regroup…” Maverik’s mind raced as it filled with tactics… Plans… He knew he had to move now… But where would he strike? It wasn’t like Kvist had any kind of permanent hideout.

“Maverik?” The familiar voice of his mother called out. “There’s a boy here. He says it’s very important that he talks to you” She told him. Maverik looked around and saw her standing at the top of the stairs, his daughter Hitomi in her arms. Xian had been here earlier… Apparently she had some appointment she couldn’t be late for, and with Maverik being so busy, he had asked Rose to watch the fast developing child for him.

As he descended the stairs, he was greeted by the determined face of a 15 year old boy. He had already pulled his sleeve up, and the mark of The Hand was clear upon his arm. “Is this some declaration of war? What do you want?” Maverik asked coldly. His sharp voice caused the boy to jump somewhat and he quickly pulled his sleeve back down.

“No sir… This is a plea of mercy…” He said as he averted his eyes towards the ground. “The Hand is all but destroyed… Kvist’s generals have either been killed, or they deserted us… It’s just Kvist and the students that chose to follow him…” The boy looked back up, genuine fear in his eyes. “I don’t want to die for that man! I want to be safe!” He grabbed hold of Maverik’s shirt, tears starting to stream from his eyes.

“Tell me where and when his next meeting is… After all this, he’s bound to try and regroup what ranks he still has…” Maverik said, his voice still as cold as the expression on his face.

“Y-yes!” The boy stammered. “There was a meeting called! It’s going to be in an old abandoned warehouse! Down in the industrial district, this week. But… But it’s a big place… Lot’s of exits… He could just slip away during the confusion…” The boy seemed disheartened by his revelation.

“That’s why I intent to bring an army… Kvist won’t be escaping this time…” He looked at the boy, and then found his eyes wandering back to Rose and Hitomi. “On the day of the meeting, come here and stay with Rose… She’ll make sure you’re safe… But until then, do nothing out of the ordinary. If he suspects anything, your life won’t be the only one in danger…” He told the boy like a general ordering a private.

“I have to make some calls…” He said as he made his way quickly back up the staircase. He was going to call all the top Watchmen, and have them call the other members. He would then call Kazuki and get him to pull together whatever remnants of Legion that were still loyal to him… And finally, he would call in Bruce and Leaf. He knew that they both had great reason to hate Kvist, and would be able to help him in this final hour of the on going war.

- - - End Flashback - - -

“Is everyone in position?” Maverik’s voice would crackle quietly across many headsets as everyone stood in position, ready to block off all exits to the building. Hearing the few muffled confirmed from each of the teams, Maverik took a deep breath. “Right… Everyone be ready to burst in your entrances as soon as you hear the signal… The target has been confirmed to be inside with all the remaining active Hand members… Maintain radio silence from here on in…” And with that, Maverik turned off his radio and tossed it aside, the headset landing carelessly upon the seat beside him.

He turned the key in the ignition, and with a sudden flare, the engine of the massive 18 wheeler sprung to life. Though its exhaust deafened Maverik, it would only be a faint sound on the horizon to those inside the warehouse. For that moment anyway… His foot hit the gas with a slow application of pressure, and the behemoth lurched forwards. Slowly, it gained speed as he moved along the road towards the large building, its steel walls were insulated to keep the noise of the work it once contained in… And it was to be that same insulation that would mean that the sounds of such a large truck bearing down on them would not be heard until…

CRASH!! The 18 wheeler slammed through the two large doors of the building, snapping them off their hinges and flying off to the sides, one of them crashing into a group of extremely surprised Hand members. Maverik pulled the assault rifle he had tucked down the side of his seat out and disengaged the safety. Unclipping his seatbelt, he leaned out the window of the truck’s cab and let fly a barrage of bullets from the gun’s nozzle into the crowd of Hand members, wounding and possibly killing many in the process. As he fired, the gaps between the broken doors and the truck filled with Watchmen, all armed and ready to join their leader in his assault. The back doors and the side doors all flung open as more Watchmen started to fill the room, weapons at the ready, standing side by side with Legion members, and the hired guns of Leaf and Bruce. “KVIST!” Maverik shouted as his magazine emptied and he dropped the gun, sliding gracefully out the window and falling to the ground, pulling his two Dessert Eagles from their holsters at his chest and disengaging the safety’s on them. He was at war, and if he had his way, Kvist would die that night…

[Odin Reeves]

There was a nostalgic feeling to wearing varying layers of Kevlar; it brought him back to his junior year back at Varron when he was most adamant in helping his father with bounties. Dressed in a long sleeved black shirt he pulled the sleeves back to his elbows, his weapon of choice already drawn from the holster on his right hip. Having not gone for anything fancy he didn’t feel the need to glamorize his draw. Everything he wore was for protection or back up, from the Scuba knife located on his right leg – another on his left bicep – to the steel toed boots and thick black cargos that were tucked into his boots.

As he moved into position, taking lead against one of the back doors he rechecked his extra magazines, making sure they were position properly for optimum performance. Having given a soft grunt of confirmation he reached up and flicked the switch down on the back of headset. All he heard around him was the soft breathing of his brothers in arms. He took a look at each face that would be spanning out from behind once they kicked in the doors. Several of them seemed determined, even a little gung-ho about getting in there and shooting up the place. They were the unlucky ones, as he doubted they had ever pointed a gun at anything more then a tin can, if that.

‘Maverik, what were you thinking? Manpower is only useful if it’s concentrated and trained. Why did I agree to this?’

It was becoming more of a characteristic then a character flaw as of late: Odin rethinking his reasoning and motives. He was slowly becoming full of doubt, and while it wasn’t the most terrible thing to rethink dangerous ideas, doing so moments before they start seems like a sure-fire way to get ones self killed. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath, exhaling his worries while vision of loved one’s passed by his mind. For the first time he prayed, not for himself, but for the safekeeping of his family back in Varron. He hoped his father wouldn’t be injured, on or off the job, and especially hoped that his mother would never know what it’s like to have to take care of a loved-one in her place of work. He hoped his sisters continued to study hard and continue to do well at the University of Varron, and only wished they would tone down on they’re partying.

Once he had finished wishing for the safe keeping of his family his eyes opened, focused on the job at hand. The low rumble of the eighteen-wheeler could barely be heard from the back of the warehouse, but the inevitable crash gave way to a set of reactions. Waiting Odin didn’t barge in right away. He stopped himself, taking a count out loud for the rest of ‘his men’ to here.

“5 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 1 Mississippi…” Giving a firm nod one of his group members twisted the unlocked door knob, previously picked with a set of broken tweezers an a few dip-sticks broken apart and formed together. Throwing his shoulder into the cold steel he burst into the warehouse, right hand grasping his Browning BDM he fired off two rounds as he began to circle to the side of the warehouse. He was aware of location of the other doors and didn’t want to shoot any of the watchmen members as they came in from the front. Regardless, he’d make sure to watch where he fired and who his target was.

“GET DOWN! HAND MEMBERS GET DOWN!” Odin shouted orders as loud as he could; perhaps in vain considering his voice was never strained to this point before. One could bet that his voice wouldn’t travel far over the sounds of gunfire or that it would be all that loud to begin with. Nevertheless he tried to do the best he could, he wasn’t here to take lives, just to help end the rein of an underground tyrant.

Finding his way in between the sidewall, to the right of Maverik yet closer to the back, he began to quickly bark orders to duck and find cover to the gung-ho members of this operation. He didn’t care if they were Legion or Watchmen, if they had followed him in or came in through a different route. He wanted to prevent as many deaths as possible, after all some of these war patrons were as young as fifteen, just starting their high school life and developing dreams for the future.

Crouching behind a crate that was located behind a large metal pillar he crept to one side, sticking to the side with the metal reinforcing his barrier as he peered around the side. Taking aim he fired three more rounds, this time a leg height as he shot toward the clustered group of hand members. He was sure that at least one of them would fall, their life spared, and that he’d have ten more bullets left in the magazine, with another forty-five as back-up.

[Kei]

OOC: I was never expecting the use of guns for this thread. However, even if I'm uneasy about it, I'm going along with what's meant to be done.

IC:

For the first time in a long time... he was afraid. At least, that was the only way to describe this awful feeling, like something bad was going to happen. It made him sick to his stomach, and every second it was that disturbing paranoia that gave him a similar feeling to when someone is about to cry. It was this that was on his mind as he drove his own car onto Maverik's meeting place. Maybe it was because he didn't tell his brother what he was doing that night... but even so, he raised him to consider all possibilities. Tonight was the night.

Keisuke will die.

He was a 20 year old "man" sitting idly by against the trucks interior walls with a bunch of others he's never met or even spoken too. They... were a bunch of punk kids who possibly shared a darkness even worse than Kei's. Though, even if they were going to attack a hopefully oblivious gang, he couldn't help but feel sorry for them, if only a little bit. They were fighting with their own sense of pride and dignity for this one enemy. It was a common sense of purpose, and it'd be disrespectful for Keisuke to talk them out of it, if only otherwise...

"Get ready!" He heard his acquaintance, Maverik's, yell. It was time. Kei took one last pull on his black leather gloves, and took off his glasses. Looking down on them (holding the pair with his right hand), he paused for one second, frozen. Kei had these glasses for a long time, since Varron, and he promised he would never end up breaking them again. It was only so annoying. But, for what they represented, it was merely a symbol of his past life and "innocence". The moment the Hircine Student Dean broke through the gate, Keisuke crushed his glasses. Instead of waiting for the truck to stop, he jumped out the back when the doors flew, and went straight to becoming his own individual, reminding himself of why he was here. He didn't have anything to prove, so what the hell was he doing here, involved with people he didn't even trust?

Through and through, He was still the protector of Varron's students.

~Knock everyone unconscious. Knock everyone unconscious. Knock everyone unconscious...~ It wasn't a difficult thing to understand, however, it was something difficult to execute. In order for this, Kei would completely rely on everything he's built since the day he was born. His body, his mind, his spirtuality; he'd have to be calm, elusive, and persevering. Running every instant available, the adrenaline pumping through his body kept him going for what seemed like endless miles of gunfire. Every person in his reach trying to hurt his allies ended up breathing lowly on the ground. They may have seemed to forgot who Keisuke was, but, even then, it wouldn't matter. He knew his objective.

He actually got himself dirty.

Crouching on the ground behind various crates, he had to time everything, hear whatever he could, and see whatever could be seen. The shadows were his one true friend at the moment, and he learned to rely on the filth of the warehouse' ground. Unfortunately, he did overdo it. Even if he was sympathetic, he didn't let it hold him back. It was either them or him, and he chose them. At one point he threw something metallic that looked like a turbine at what looked like a student he's seen once apart of Hircine's soccer team, reloading, seizing the opportunity. Following, sprinted toward the boy and at six foot distance leaped and tackled him down on the ground, punching his face aggressively with his right fist, only to stand up and land a powerful kick toward the boy's ribs in an attempt to make him unable to move for the time being. Looking down on him, he tried to remember his face, in order to apologize to him at a later time. If not that, to keep him in his prayers. It was something he was doing since he ran in there.

"This is my life."

Muttering, he kept running and fumbling, dodging at whatever was thrown at him. He was himself, and his individuality proved to be help and hope for those around him almost all his life. Keisuke won't yield to himself, nor others. Seeing the people that attended the secret meeting in Taiku's office, he started to analyze their movements, and continued with his own strategy; he would take the "enemies" out from the outsides, flanking them. "Remember... if you get hurt, how will you ever keep the promise you guys made?" Again, under his breath; referring to the meeting at Club Legion. Having to believe in their abilities, he proceeded to continue his endeavors in this "do or die" situation.

It was far from over.

[Kazuki Akimoto]

ooc: Righty, just so y'all are aware, I'm only requesting Legion members who WANT to participate to join this thread. Also, as Kei said, the fact that this is turning into something I'd see in Die Hard is a little unsettling, not to mention the fact I'm unsure if Emil is aware of what's going on. As such, I think it would be fair that we allow him fair response to what's happening, because if this continues as is, it's going to get way overboard.

ic:

--Earlier--

"I see...So it's happening...."

Closing the phone over as the words left his lips, he sighed quietly and sat up from the sofa. Having been sprawled out, taking something of a nap, he'd been interrupted when the phone had rang but awoke rather swiftly at the realisation of the name, and even moreso at the reason for the call...

Pushing up from the seat, setting his phone in his pocket quickly as he turned into the kitchen, he pulled open the fridge and took out a bottle of water before sitting down and leaning against the polished granite countertop, sighing again as he sunk his head down against his forearms. His mind wandering, he could have sat for five minutes or five hours, but the sound of the front door being pushed shut made him glance up, watching the doorway to see who it was. Roccos form stepping into sight as the Italian strode into the kitchen was a convenient one, considering it was him he wished to speak with first and foremost.

"Hey Kaz, what's up?"

"Maverik called me...He plans on going after Kvist tonight."

"...What are you going to do?"

"I have to be there. I know I've got one last fight in me and I want to know that it's over."

Shifting from the stool, he rose and paced past the Italian towards his room, the light sound of Roccos footsteps behind him expected as he approached his door, stepping into the room and leaving the door open before sliding open the large closet, sifting through to the back where a few shelves held other things he didn't need on a daily basis. Pulling a pair of heavy looking and evidently durable jeans from one of the shelves, he ran the tips of his fingers idly over the coats that hung to the side of the rail before sliding an old, familiar leather biking jacket off of its hanger and tossing it onto the bed behind him. Rocco, it seemed, wished to continue speaking, and though he listened, his head didn't turn to the Italian as he replied, rather coldly and bluntly.

"Will you kill him...?"

"...I don't know. If I have no other choice, I'll do what I must..."

"What you 'must'!? Why are you talking about it like it's a household chore?"

"Rocco, the bastard bombed my club, he tried to kill me, he even went so fucking far as to attack Kira just to get to me and the others...But, I'm detaching myself from it. He's just a blight that needs to be dealt with, I'm tired of all the screwing around."

"So what about me and Rene?"

"I'd appreciate if you two could keep back here, see that Reiko doesn't know what's happening. Make sure she's alright if something goes wrong."

"...-If- something goes wrong....And what about Kira?"

This, it seemed, was the thing that caused the Asian man to freeze, having pulled off the hoodie he'd been wearing and begun to tug on a form-fitting sleeveless vest...With one arm through, the top of his head almost paused inside the shirt as he pulled it on and gave a slow sigh, shrugging his shoulders before smiling, though the expression was a clear and blatant fake.

"If you can possibly prevent it, don't tell her. Odds are she'll find out, but I would rather not have her worry about me...I will be coming home, man. Don't think I've resigned myself that quickly..."

"I'll do what I can, and I'll speak to Rene. Don't expect her to be pleased with you..."

"Heh, a good point. Maybe I should have an 'accident', it'd be safer than dealing with her..."

In a rare display of aggression, Rocco swung for Taiku at this, but there was no desire in his punch....Instead, only an anger that was accented by hurt eyes. Backstepping from it, the smaller Asian simply stared at Rocco, the scowl on the older mans face enough to make him pause and lower his head, clearly realising that he'd taken the remark to a place it shouldn't have gone...

"Don't even fucking KID about that, Kazuki, I swear to God I'll beat the shit out of you myself if you do...."

Nodding, he turned again and pulled on the jacket, checking through his pockets to leave a few coins on the table next to his bed, alongside the small bundle of jewellery he'd taken off in expectation of it getting in the way. Stuffing his phone into his pocket again, he turned to the closet again and reached up to the top shelf, certainly not an effortless feat for the short statured man, and brought down the final piece of his equipment for the evening.

Izou.

Setting the weapon on the foot of the bed, the sheathed blade wrapped in a large sheet and tied to keep together, he turned to the Italian and gave a short nod. The two were close, and despite their ability to mess with each other, Taiku could only pick up the weapon once again and pace slowly past Rocco, his eyes forward and away from the other man as he walked from the room, slipping from the apartment in silence as he made his way away...

That Night

The bike had been parked a fair distance away, and as he milled quietly around the truck with the others who, to his dismay, were all busy preparing firearms and the like, he shared no words with anyone. He'd said all he'd needed to in a voicemail message to every Legion member or other affiliated individual, explaining the situation but rather specifically stressing that there was no obligation upon any of them tonight. This was not their fight, and they should know it. As for him, however, he was here to the end, even if his intentions were different to that of the others. He would not use a gun, he would not harm anyone here beyond the necessary need...Kvist was the monster, virtually everyone who followed him had simply been a kid who took the wrong way and found themselves in a hole they couldn't climb out of, the stigma of being associated to the Hand enough to be shunned by everyone.

They were just kids...

Still, as the entire facade began to unfold, the Asian followed suit and made his approach, trailing behind the truck as it neared and smashed into the warehouse. His own entrance was much quieter, slipping into the frey a short distance from the main fiasco and utilising the darkness of the room to slip around and away from the worst of the gunfire. As it stood, he'd already taken one near miss, a shot ricocheting off the wall close to him and causing the otherwise level-headed Asian to panic a moment...

'What the hell has it come to? These are just KIDS!!'

The thought disgusted him, this sight disgusted him, but somewhere in this carnage, there was one person that disgusted him enough above all that he would return to a cold, heartless individual one last time.

To take down a beast, send in another...

[jellar]

Earlier

Jellar stared hard at his V551, gripping it with considerable force. He was remembering the conversation with Maverik and it was apparent that the Watchmen were finally taking action. Though, it wasn't exactly what Jellar had imagined. The use of firearms was nothing like what he had wanted upon his joining the Watchmen. He had had more than enough of his share of firearms back in Varron with Yuki. His dad had been out on a business trip and Jellar had the small house in the suburbs alone to himself for the week. A desert eagle lay tranquil on the table next to him at home, and Jellar took a glance at it.

I didn't want to kill...

He remembered how he felt in the aftermath of that attack with Yukimura, Bruce, and the others that were related. Yet, he also reflected upon the heartless carnage of Kvist and his crew. Though, Jellar still couldn't believe that there could be a gang that large with the same heartless characteristic that Kvist had. It wasn't feasible. Most people were good-natured; Kvist was one of the exception. An entire gang of heartless people was just impossible.

Jellar took the gun in his hand, safety still on. He took aim at a picture on the wall, and immediately felt sick. Was he going to take someone's right to life tonight? Was he going to actually shoot someone with the intention to kill? Why was this a job of the high school students? What happened to the regulators of justice, the police? He threw the gun down to the floor with terrible force, the collision resounding loudly throughout the room.

I will not take life tonight!


The Night of War

Jellar came armed. Not with a gun, but with a bo staff. The deagle lay in a safe place in his room where no one would look. He did not wear his silk clothing tonight. He wore a black shirt and a thick leather jacket over it. Thick and dark blue jeans covered his legs and he was wearing tennis shoes. Thick clothing, in the event he was shot, it will be better than wearing silk. Mobility was restricted, but not to a disturbing degree. His ponytail was wrapped around his neck neatly.

Jellar had given up his right to take charge of a group. He had instead volunteered to stay in the eighteen wheeler that Maverik would drive into the warehouse. In one of his pockets he cared a thin box with thirty acupuncture needles. He knew exactly which places to insert the needles to stop bleeding in every part of the body. He might have been going there to save lives rather than conduct battle.

He was a coward. He never did anything to stop what would happen tonight.

Jellar didn't respond to Maverik's question when he spoke. He just sat there, breathing deeply and preparing himself. He felt the eighteen wheeler roar as it accelerated. Things began to race beside him and he braced himself for the crash that was inevitable to come. He gripped his bo stick tightly and then...

CRASH!!

The back door of the eighteen wheeler flung open and Jellar followed five other Watchmen running out. The Hand members were definitely surprise now. Knowing that his group would be the center of attention among the Hand members, Jellar took cover behind the truck as he heard nothing but deafening gunfire. It was now, Jellar thought, that lives would end. His face was stern, though on the inside he was unsure and unsettled. He just hoped it would be over soon.

[Dante Williams]

OOC: Dammit Jellar, you stole my post

IC:

Before the Fight

So. This was it, the big night, the final fight between the Hand and everyone else. Dante sat on his bed, his head looking down, his hair in his eyes. Dammit! Dante thought, somberly, looking at the Desert Eagle in his hand, How can I kill, what the hell kind of hypocrite will I be if I kill?

He sighed and said aloud, "I can't kill just because I'll be a hypocrite, I just can't bring myself to do it, even if I did want to..." He looked up, then started to walk away from the bed. He scribbled a short note on a scrap of paper, then stuck it on his door... he left the gun on his bed.

Note:
Dear Rebecca Eve,

This is Dante, if this note is still on my door by tomorrow morning, I'm afraid that you probably won't see me again...

I'm so sorry if I left you like this, I have to fight, to make the world a better place...

At the building

Dante grumbled at the lie he wrote at the end of the note... to make the world a better place... yeah right...

He had two nightsticks that he borrowed from some fellow Watchmen, along with a long knife... which was for emergencies only...

Dante shook his head, this wasn't the way to solve problems, to kill people. There had to some other solution, there HAD to be! He didn't want anyone to die tonight, but unfortunately, his trigger-happy fellow Watchmen and leader. It sucked, Maverik was his idol before he killed Tank, he wanted to be like him, how peaceful he always was...

“Is everyone in position?”

Dante sighed, and answered while he waited for the tension to break. If he had a gun, he would have to fight against the thought of killing himself just because of the sheer tension in this place.

CRASH!

He ran forward, hearing the earsplitting sound of gunfire, a surprised, and unarmed Hand member charged at Dante without thinking. Dante didn't even stop running as he striked the man in the head with one of his nightsticks.

He saw a familiar face hiding between one of the trucks, he ran towards Jellar and rolled towards the back of the truck and yelled through the defeaning gunfire, "You're going to have to fight sometime you know!"

[taru]

Taru stood there sweat running down from his forehead. In his hand, was a knife, in the other, was a loaded glock. He hasn't shot a gun before. But to live, he had to be brave. He knew joining the watchmen would be dangerous. And if they suceeded today, they could end the suffering cause by The Hand. Taru held the knife tightly and the gun even tighter. Taru closed his eyes and prayed. If he was really to die he had to least thikn about what he lived for.

~~~~

Sakura...

My first love. Too bad we could never get that last date. You always had feelings for some other guy. Damn lucky guy. I tried very hard to win you but...Nothing would work. Hell I even got stabbed for you. Jeez. You made me happy and I'm glad I met you. Too bad I might die today. I love you Sakura. Please don't forget me if I don't return alive.

Araxie...

We could of been happy. We had a lot in common. Too bad you had to leave too. Everyone just wanted to leave Taru. How sad. He wasn't really all that loved. Didn't make that many friends either. Jesus christ....

Alkaiser...

I'm glad I met you. You've been a great friend and have taken care of me. Thank you so much for a fun year...And--

~~

Taru stopped because it wasn't like anyone would hear his thoughts and tell those people how he felt. Taru braced himself. It was time. He had to do this. Taru sheathed the knife which was on holstered on his belt. He head the glock aimed forward.

CRASH !!

Taru quickly lunged to near by cover. He only had two magazines with him. Not nearly enough for this fight. He hid behind a truck next to Dante and Jellar. The three of them we're there. Fuck. This isn't turning out the way he wanted. He hasn't exactly killed someone before.

"Dammit. Dante, Jellar. What the hell can we do? God I never shot a gun before even."

Taru peeked his head slightly around the corner of the bumper of the truck then went back behind it. Taru took a deep breath then stared at Dante and Jellar. He really needed some moral support.

"We gotta kill Kvist."

[Li]

(Zerreth)
"It's optional."
"We're taking him down."
"It's optional."
"You and I both know that's not happening...Ever."
"It's optional."
"Don't worry. It's just like that time with the club."
Zerreth saw his younger brother frown as he slid two 9mm clips into his respective twin CZ75 pistols. As he hooked them into his holsters on his back. His outfit was a bit different than his usual clothing. He wore a short-sleeved button down shirt and his baggy khakis. Over he wore his black jean jacket which hid his pistols. His hair was in a tight pony tail. In addition, he wore a gray cap which acted as "blinders" to anything above him. Around his hands were fingerless gloves. He rarely wore gloves and hats, but for this occasion, he felt it was necessary.

"Why are you going? It was optional. That letter. Why are you following his orders like a dog?"
"Because I am one. I intend to help make this the last fight. Kvist will die and we will be able to have a better school year."
"She's gonna have a breakdown if you die. There's no way I'm gonna be able to console her. You're her guardian remember?"
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna die..."

Later that night, Zerreth drove his Honda Accord down the streets. It almost felt as if the streetlights themselves were dimmer than usual, as if expecting something flashy to happen. He swallowed hard as he thought about what Li had said. No doubt, this was probably going to be more dangerous than the firebombing. But it was different as well. Legion and Watchmen were attacking The Hand, not the other way around. What Shuya said to him earlier slightly bothered Zerreth, that Taiku was willing to return to his old self for certain reasons. That he was willing to be Kazuki for a while. However, he shrugged it off. No doubt everyone had to be something else at some point. Even now, at such a foolish event, Zerreth was going for the kill...


Zerreth laid his back on the cold steel wall. As his pony tail hung almost with the same tension he was feeling in the air, Zerreth laid his held the handle of the door. He was with many others. Mostly were unfamiliar faces. Probably Legion or Watchmen that Zerreth never got to personally meet. But he knew they were loyal. Only select members were given letters about this. Those with both skill and loyalty. He was to cover a couple of the back exits of the warehouse. It was a typical slaughter strategy. Surround the enemy and close in. He began to steady his breathing and attempt to slow his heartbeat down. Probably it was the lack of blood rushing to his brain, but Zerreth usually felt calmer when he did that.

His pistols weren't in his hands. He was well aware that the Hand would have firearms and Maverik would be storming in with guns blazing, but with only 4 magazines total each with 16 rounds, that only totaled up to 64 9mm rounds, he had spare. He knew it was a lot more than many others, but it was only due to his choice of weapon. He admired his CZ75s for being able to carry such a large capacity. True it was definitely one of the heavier pistols that had a recoil which could snap his wrists, but having worked with it so well, Zerreth almost felt a kinship between he and his firearm. It truly was an extension of his body at this point.

Zerreth chuckled. He was purposefully distracting himself to keep his mind off of Sakura. How long had it been since they last seen each other? While their relations were still shaky, Zerreth couldn't help but want to see her now. So cliche, and such a cliche moment to think about her. I only wish I could've stayed by her side.
"Something funny?" Zerreth heard over the headpiece. It was Eric, a fellow Varronite and Legionnaire.
"No" He said keeping his voice very quiet. "Just thinking about someone."
"A girl, no doubt."
"Of course."
"Sakura, I assume?"
"Who else?" The voice on the other end chuckled as well.
"Don't let it get to ya, Okay? You'll see her when the time is right."
"Hey,"A new voice."just because we're waiting doesn't mean you guys can talk like old men. Focus on the mission."
"Take that stick outta your ass man, this is how we focus. Keeping calm is more important than thinking if we'll get the timing right. We're all pros here." Zerreth smiled. Seeing the old faces as well reminded him that they were all in this.

Suddenly, a loud crash followed by screeching could be heard close by. Next came the sounds of gunfire along with a lot of yelling. Zerreth couldn't really tell who was who in the chaos, but his mission was clear. Once they had the signal, they were to do a surprise attack from the back, taking out anyone attempting to flee. He stared as his watch which was synchronized with the other leaders.
"No, effing fair." Zerreth heard from one of the younger members. "They get all the fun, and we're just stuck here doing nothing."
He smiled at the member's anticipation.
"We're just as important as the main squads. If we let them through, we're screwed in the future."
"Thinking ahead huh? Smart... I guess." As he waited, Zerreth still kept that smug grin on his face.

[John Smith]

“The past few days have been rough and […] we have all stood united through all the problems we have faced […] You have done more than any leader could […] uphill battle, but we managed to stand as the victors […] terrible loses […] and that is why I have decided to di-…” CRASH

Flashback

crash “God damn you!” His hands crashing into the table as he shouted and got up from his chair. “Spare me your burocratic crap, and get it done.”

‘Fine, but it’s still strange for someone that young to…’ The suit of burocratic crap said. Tired altogether with his wise words and other worthless piss Anders had to swim through in order to get to the goal. And he didn’t have very much time.

“Oh, and why do you care? You get your money, right? So get it done.” The irritation clear on his pale face, his eyes homing in the the mans eyes. The mans eyes didn’t look away from Anders’, it was Anders who in the end broke eyecontact. His eyes turning from one corner of the office to the other. This office had everything a large corpulent man needed, fancy new Expresso machine within reach. Anders really wanted to smack the machine into the corpulent mans face.

‘Sure, Anders. I’ll get it done for you. Just leave the papers.’ Anders let out a sigh of relief. A great burden had been lifted from his still young shoulders.

“Great. And remember, do not contact me with this. I'll find you in case there’s a problem.”

They shook each others hands and Anders left behind the papers. Once he had closed the door he sank down and closed his eyes. A ragged breath leaving his lips, followed by a violent coughing.

Flashback Over

The flare of his gun firing a slug at a helpless watchman storming the door. The guy fell down mortally wounded, his screams of agony mixing with the already violent gun battle in the warehouse. The irony involved was so severe that Kvist had full-heartedly flung himself into the battle. Which in itself was strange. The trigger was pressed down twice both of them missed their intended target, both soaring right past him and slammed in against the truck. The guy he had been aiming at had jumped for cover. He looked to the side and saw Dean be in cover behind something. Smart choice. Kvist sent a slug into the chest of another goon before he was forced to seek cover behind some crates. He saw the luck when several pieces of hot lead smacked agaisnt the heavy machinery he had been standing in front of. He crawled over the floor, still in cover, found a good ol’ pal of his. He pulled out his zippo. Lit the top. Took a deep breath, and got back up again. A split second’s decision, and the scales had evened up a bit.

The molotov cocktail Kvist just had lit, flew through the air, smashed against the truck, the two slugs that he fired earlier that had missed its original target, had instead pierced the fuel tank and the foundation of good ol’ America had poured out on the floor. The following actions were blinded from Kvist’s view as the truck exploded in a carnage of fire.

Flashback

A lightning forked through the night sky. The small drops of rain hitting his naked face. Had been too long since he had last been out here feeling the rain hit his face. It was strange, he had lived so long trapped behind that mask, that he had forgotten how rain felt like. He smiled and looked at the building across the street. One of his countless enemies resided in that building, and yet, they had never met each other in a fight. He threw his backpack over his shoulder again, it was empty, it had been that since he had emptied it. Logic, right? Nobody moved around in a heavy rain like this, they stayed at home and watched the sporadic streaks of light fork across the evening sky. He continued through the rain, almost wanting to enter the building on the opposite side and simply end it there. But. That was the problem. That wouldn’t end it for sure. There would be more. Many more.

He drew his cellphone, he was ready for the true end of the conflict.

“Dean, Kvist here. Prepare a meeting in the warehouse at the harbor. The same place we are holding Kokaku. Saturday evening. The entire Hand shall be assembled.”

‘You sure ‘bo-‘

“Don’t question it, just get it done.”

He snapped the phone shut, and the authorithy in his voice was gone the second the phone shut closed. And he walked to the nearby cemetary. Found the grave he had searched for. He watched it for a moment before he felt the all too familiar blackness come over him. And the iron will left him only a simple plea in his mind.

God damn you Tank. Why didn’t you run you fool. Should have left with J.T. when you had the chance.

Flashback Over

The recoiler on his gun slid back and stayed there, Kvist had shot the kneecap of an advancing member of the resistance. Such fury in their attacks. He let the clip fall to the ground before slamming up a new one. There were several pockets of resistance within The Hand. The toughest one was the one filled mainly with veterans from the firebombing. They had succesfully held Kvist’s right flank. The left flank had more numbers. The back was covered with heavy machery, and thus completely shielded from enemy attacks. The middle was the weakest link. However the area in front of it was scattered with bodies, some screaming for their mothers, others lying silent with nothing but empty eyes staring at the roof. The bombing of the truck had made it hard for the enemy to get more troops in through the main entrance as the inferno still burned ever higher as it found more fuel to sustain it’s fires. That didn’t stop the pressure on the front though.

Kvist took a peek outside, the chaos was massive. Right in front of him, unarmed Hand members had taken up close fighting with those of the enemy that had decided they wouldn’t kill on this evening.

God Kvist would have fun tearing those lame pacifists apart once this evening was over. A satanic laughter escaped from his lips. The same foul laughter that had followed him from every insane thing he had done this evening, including when he had flung a barrel into the face of someone who had managed to get close enough to the barrier. The boy, he couldn’t be more than 16, a brave hero, was knocked over and hadn’t gotten up again. Yet Kvist had noticed a wet spot on his pants later. A bit after noticing the spot, the smell had also reached him. Or else it had just been the smell of gunpowder mixed with blood that had reached him.

Is this trully what you wanted Kazuki and Maverik?

Few minuttes had passed since Kvist had started his speech. Yet, much had changed since then. The Hand was down with at least 30%, and that was optimistic numbers. The rest were involved in a deadly shootout, or fight for their lives. Only one thing seperated the two sides. Kvist’s men were fighting a desperate fight for survival. They wouldn’t surrender at any cost. Kvist raised his gun again, spotting a weakness in the structure, firing his clip into the beam, it cracked and fell down on a group of unlucky Watchmen, hiding behind some crates. Once again, his clip hit the ground and he put in a new one. He would be out of ammo soon. But the good thing about his people dieing at this barricade, was that he would have plenty more ammo. The light at the end of his gun flared again and someone fell over grasping his chest.

[OOC: Sonny [Dean] told me to add, that he would like to post next.]

[leaf]

OOC: Sorry for the late entry. Most already know what is going on with me. If not its in the ooc section.

~This is a M9 Beretta, a 9mm pistol. It had replaced the sidearm during the 90s, when the Colt.45 was the standard sidearm, but due to several flaws it had been taking back again… They’ve improved most aspects and I’ve twitched some things here and there… I custom made the silencer as well… With a filled 15round magazine it’s about 2,6 pounds, not counting the silencer. You can remove it if you wish… this baby makes enough noise to scare people away. I’ll make sure you get some extra magazines soon, I don’t carry a lot with me anyway… The magazine-release button can be reversed in case you are left handed as well… You simply remove the safety lever, hold the gun with both hands for best accuracy, look down the loop, shoot your target and keep the gun steady, even after firing… it’s child play mostly…~

*Shuya's words on the mechanics of the firearm he provided for me. But, the mechanics were the easy part, just point and shoot. It's the emotion and mind set that will cause many of these young students to not pull the trigger.

A soft 'tch' escapes my lips as I heard the loud crash followed by the sounds of a chaotic firefight. I clicked off the safety off my pistol as I watched one of the flanking entrances. Loud entrances in a blaze of glory was definitely not a plan I was fond of. I did not come to die like so many other students. This is going to be a bloodbath. How young students can so easily take the lives of others confuses even me. I sigh softly as I wait with some of the other members of the Legion and Watchmen. The fact they united for such a fight made me slightly sick. This fight, there was going to be little difference in either side. Both sides are just killers.

I will follow their lead for now. One way or another, things are going to end tonight. With everyone going after Kvist or defending him, I would only be in the line of fire. When it comes time to enter, I'll look for my other objective. With this many members of the Hand here, Kokaku could be here as well. Perhaps the guard on him will be lowered with everyone focused on Kvist. My free hand reaches into my trenchcoat pocket, counting how many clips I had. The question of whether or not I will regret this was still running through my head as the members around me readied to bust in.*

[Dean]

(OOC: 9vs1? Might as well help out the losing side)

Flashback

Dean was getting used to running again, he was even getting used to having just the one eye. Sitting on his bed tossing a tennis ball into the air then catching it again, it was extremely boring but Dean didn’t feel like going outside just yet. He had visited the grave of Tank many times, mainly to talk since nobody of the living wanted to.

Suddenly Dean’s phone began to ring, quickly moving his head to face his phone he picked it up, but before opening it the tennis ball fell from the sky hitting Dean on the side of his head, a murmur of abuse escaped his lips as he picked up the phone. Dean recognized the voice all to well

“Dean, Kvist here. Prepare a meeting in the warehouse at the harbor. The same place we are holding Kokaku. Saturday evening. The entire Hand shall be assembled.”

‘You sure ‘bo-‘

“Don’t question it, just get it done.”

The phone was quickly snapped shut on the other end, Dean then sent a message to all Hand members he had on his phone “Spread the word to the others. Meeting at the Warehouse with Kokaku in it, get there Saturday evening” Dean then closed his phone and stood up. Staring out his window he watched the lightening on the sky.

End Flashback

Kvist had begun to speak. Dean knew what he was going to say, Kvist’s voice just sounded different, he actually sounded slightly like he cared. As Dean’s jaw dropped as he realized what his last words were going to be he was interrupted ~Brilliant timing.~ Dean though. His first instinct was to grab the slightly sedated Kokaku from his chair and use him to get out of the building. Then suddenly the room was completely surrounded by people, all shooting towards Dean and the rest of the Hand, Dean had quickly lost sight of Kvist. Changing his plan Dean decided to get to cover as quickly as possible, pulling the 9mm’s he had strapped to his waist he jumped up and kicked the back of Kokaku’s chair sending Kokaku and the chair to the floor behind some cover, he would be pretty much out of sight there. Dean on the other hand flew backwards before hitting the floor and sliding behind one of the many obstacles in the warehouse, shooting anybody that got close to him. Dean would now have to fight his way to get to Kokaku.

Dean crouched behind a crate with his back against it, hearing the bullets fly over him Dean tried to locate Kvist, to hopefully get an escape route but it seemed Kvist had gone completely mad as Dean watched him slam a barrel into a kids face “OK Dean… Get Kokaku, then get Kvist.” Dean shot up from behind the crate and extended both arms out to the sides so he was ready to shoot anyone. Swinging his head to the right he noticed a familiar face, one of his old friends from back in Varron. Dean smiled as they looked at each other, the recoiler of Dean’s gun shot back as a bullet was sent into the guys chest “He still owed me $10… SHIT!” Dean began to look around franticly as he unloaded bullet after bullet into random crowds of people, after no more than a minute his clips were empty, letting the left on fall from his gun first he kicked it forwards and it smashed someone in the face knocking him to the floor dazed, as the right clip fell out he kicked that one at someone who was running past him to trip him up. Holstering his guns Dean quickly pulled 2 more clips out of his pockets and slammed then into the guns before drawing them again, shooting the person in front of him on the floor then the one had had hit in the face. Dean rolled forwards grabbing the body of the person he had just shot 3 bullets entered the dead mans chest ~How did I get so lucky?~ Dean asked himself as he discarded the dead body and jumped forward landing next to Kokaku.

Dean’s head shot to the right as he saw a huge explosion, and not too far away from it was Kvist, picking up Kokaku Dean sprinted over to Kvist and took cover.

“You always did want to blow up a truck!” Dean smiled after saying this, Kvist gave no response other than a slight nod

“And to think, you were about to disband this lot” Dean holstered the gun in his right hand so he could hold on to Kokaku easier, Kvist shrugged then replied almost straight after Dean finished putting his gun away.

"It's all the same really. Disbanded or blown apart." Kvist shrugged then continued "Makes no difference"

“So how we getting out of this one boss?” Dean questioned as he shot someone who had tried charging at them. Kvist gave no answer and instead carried on with his killing “FUCK!” Dean shouted as he stood up, no doubt everybody knew what Kokaku and wouldn’t shoot him “Human shield.” Dean said looking at Kokaku, he threw him over his shoulder. Dean would keep an eye on Kvist for the time being. Dean had quite a few clips left so he wouldn’t be running out of ammo soon, plus the bodies that were piling up allowed for more ammo. Dean would now be on the lookout for any of the main faces in either Legion or The Watchmen.

(control of characters has been approved)

[Xenarius]

ooc: Sorry about the late arrival...

He was running late... not only was he running late, but he was running late for what was possibly the most important night of his life. "Damnit why can I never be on time when important things are happening?" He thought as he rounded the corner on his bike. He heard a very loud crash come from a few blocks away, as he pedaled as fast as he could. The memories of the horrors Kvist has been the mastermind behind flooded back to his head. There was no excuse for many if not all of them, except that Kvist had fun doing them, at least thats what Xenarius thought.

--Flashback--
*Cary on my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done..*

"Hello?" Xenarius said as he answered his phone. "An attack? On Kvist? Who... when... where? Alright... alright... Tell Maverik I'll be there. Yeah... I understand... a member of team three... back entrance." *Click* He closed his cell phone... finding himself in a cold sweat all of the sudden he looked around. Getting on his bike he knew the one place he could go to find his calm, and went. Arriving at the edge of the woods he locked his bike up around a tree, and walked in.

Finding a good, large tree he climbed up into it, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. Not long after he started to think he heard the crunching of twigs below him. Looking from under mostly closed eyelids he saw a few hand members walking along joking around. "You won't be joking soon..." He thought to himself as the passed, and suddenly he had found his center, and knew what they were about to do was right.

--End Flashback--
As he rode up to the warehouse he heard the sounds of gunfire from inside. Leaping from his bike he tore for the back door finding it already open... "Maverik is going to kill me...", he thought as he crept inside... "Oh well better late than never." He whispered to himself as he crept inside he could see the chaos of hundreds fighting each other, hear the whizzing of gunfire as it passed his head, and smell the death of many in the smoky dusty air. Crouching down he moved forward trying to find other watchmen and get orders on what to do.

Suddenly a hand member armed with a plank from one of the many bullet riddled crates around the room dove at him swinging wildly. He sidestepped and hit the man in the back of the head with his elbow knocking him out cold. Picking up the mans weapon he crept onward... "I didn't expect it to be like this..." He said as he moved away.

[Maverik]

ooc: Sorry for the wait everyone... Been unable to write anything lately... Hopefully we'll be able to get this done now.

ic:
Bullets were flying through the room. People were getting hit and some were dying. Maverik fought with himself over and over leading up to this point. He hadn't wanted this, but he knew how the hand operated. If he hadn't armed his men, then he would have just been leading them into a slaughter as he knew Kvist would have made sure that just about every one of his followers had a gun and knew how to use it. He had been using the side of the truck as cover, ducking behind the large thick doors to avoid hails of bullets. But as he looked up to try and fire another round at Kvist, he saw the Molotov hurled through the air, and falling towards the now very shot up engine. “Everyone get back!” He shouted, praying that anybody close to the truck would hear him.

He dived away from the mass of steel and rubber, landing next to a pillar, and flipping around behind it. The explosion was large, sending shrapnel all throughout the fray, indiscriminate of who it hit. Maverik could feel the sheer heat from the explosion on his back as he shielded himself from the carnage. As quick as it had happened, it ended, and Maverik looked up at the disorientated group, many completely stunned by it, and seeming unable to react. Maverik took this opportunity to fire a few rounds from one of his guns into non vital points. He shot two in the arms, forcing them to drop their weapons, and another two would feel the lead piercing their thighs, dropping them to the ground.

It was then that Maverik noticed him. Kvist, hiding behind a severely wounded Kokaku. “Damn it Kvist...” He growled. He started to make a circular motion around the room, ducking behind pillars and storage containers, occasionally taking a shot to drop one more hand member out of the fight. He was able to stay hidden under all the commotion. He finally got near where Kvist and Dean had Kokaku held hostage. In one swift vault over their barrier wall, he landed to their left, one gun pointed at each of them, though he crouched below their barrier to avoid being hit. “Kvist!” He yelled angrily, his aim kept steady on the two of them. “This is the end of the line for you! No more stopping you... No more trying to have you put away... Tonight, you die!” He yells at the marked man. “As for you Dean. If you have ANY wish to live to see another day... You'll back off now! I don't want to have to kill you because of Xian... But I will end your life right here if you continue to stand by him” His eyes never leave Kvist as he addresses Dean. “Lose the guns! We'll fight your last battle with at least some honour... And besides... You don't deserve the swift death of a bullet.” He snarls at the one man who had managed to bring out the worst in him since Dark.

[John Smith]

”BOOM! Headshot!”

Kvist looked around to find the source of this very unproffesional scream. His usually handsome face was pulled back into a horrible grin, his joy in his acts of psychopathic dimensions all too visible. It took Kvist a second glance around before he realised it had been himself screaming that. Those who had turned to see him were either grinning with a sick humor, or else they were rightfully disgusted with it. The Hand unquestionable leader turned back to the battle and sent out another volley of slugs. Some of them striking screaming students, others harmlessly striking the walls. His eyes scouting out for the leaders of the attack. Kazuki and Maverik were no where to be seen.

He growled as he ducked for cover when he noticed a student taking aim at him. The bullet had been so close to his ear that he had been sure that if he had reacted a split second slower, then he would have been little more than meat lying on the floor. He released the clip to the floor. It wasn’t empty, but he wasn’t going to get up with 2-3 bullets in his clip. He found a molotov cocktail more and flung it at a cluster of barrels. He had seen several Watchmen duck for cover behind it earlier. And the screams plus burning people running around, proved that he had been right about that. His foul laughter mixed with the constant sounds of a pistol being fired.

His desert eagle blazed once again and he emptied the clip at a door where dozens of enemies had been storming through to enter the fight. He launched his last molotov cocktail at the door burst into flames and another entrance was covered with a blazing inferno. That would take care of reinforcements from that direction. It was like stopping a dam from breaking down, by going MacGyver mode. It had helped a lot with the main hole being filled. But, dozens of other holes were still leaking.

I’d feel better if I knew where Maverik is hiding…

Almost ironically Maverik himself came flying over some barrels. Landing inside the fortifications Kvist had hid himself behind.

Speaking of the devil…

‘… Lose the guns…’

“Fine… I had run dry in any case.”

He threw the gun aside, away from Dean, he would risk Maverik seeing that as a threat. Then again. He wondered if he should surrender by taking everyone nearby with him in a fiery death. He wagered the two against eachother and concluded that he would give his fighting ability a shot before trying that exit. He raised in his full height and smug grin on his lips.

“If you really think you got a chance, then let's have a glamorous fight. Just Remember... If you lose… I. WILL. PERSONALLY. HARM. XIAN!” A low rumble, or a laughter? Escaped the darkness behind his mask.

[Kazuki Akimoto]

ooc: For the love of God, we need to draw this to a close sooner or later. Emil has approved the outcome of this post.

ic:

Unlike the others whose rashness and desire for retribution led them down a darker path, Taiku had invoked a much more simplistic method than charging in like something out of a John Woo movie. His agility and grace had served him well as he slipped around the outskirts of the warehouse, on occasion taking out a few straggling kids who hid in the background. The problem this had posed, due to his indistinguishable clothing, was he had incapacitated at least a few of the friendly side in order to minimise injuries.

The greater good, some would call it, but for now he had slipped into a tunnel vision of sorts, seeking only one solitary individual in this entire building. The fact it took so long to actually find him raised the question of just how long Kvist had fortified his own defences at the expense of his gang members, but Taiku froze on the spot when his eyes finally found their target. Finally emerging, making his own stand against Maverik, Taiku lingered a short distance away in relative darkness, the poorly lit warehouse already a warzone and as such not a place to be outright searching for anyone. He could probably have stood straight up and not be spotted, though a risk he had no intention of taking.

'This has to stop now...Maverik is so fuelled by his wrath that he'll sacrifice the point of this to pummel Kvist hand to hand. There's time that can't be wasted anymore...But how can I get close enough to put him down....!?'

The thought was quickly broken by an obvious yet distasteful answer...Discarded weapons from injured combatants were everywhere, it was at least a little likely some would have bullets in them, but the prospect of it very nearly brought a bile to the back of his throat. It would take just one shot, one squeeze of a trigger...He was a reasonably skilled shot, at the range they were at, he could put a round in the side of Kvists head without much effort. On the other hand, he could charge him...He was virtually exactly to one side, so he'd probably be able to slip out of sight as he approached, but Dean being there would only exacerbate the situation.

His palms shook, his body punishing his overproduction of adrenaline as he sought quickly to find calm. If nobody else would be able to do it, he would have to be the black sheep...One more risk, one more chance taken. He had dodged his fate so many times, surely his body could take one more hit for the team...? After all, the end result would only be good. He knew that without Kvist to manipulate peoples minds, The Hand would become nothing. Deans loyalty was something surprising, considering what Taiku had done to the boy, but he would be dealt with once more, in a far more final manner. That was, after all, why this had been done. To bring an end to this, to stop the violence in one last, overwhelming rush. The combined force of Legion and The Watchmens participants was more than enough to break down Kvists numbers, in a numbers game, but he could only hope that would be enough until the leading force of each side concluded their own battles. In that case, how many more would be hurt in this pathetic fight?

'It's been too many already.'

Somehow, his body began to move as he rose silently, detaching Izou from his back and holding it, still sheathed for the moment. Watching the four, with Kokaku slung over the shoulder of that masked cowards whipping boy, he held the little patience he had left for an opportunity, he would only have one, after all....Slipping the polished wood off the glittering blade, he held it low, clutched in both hands with exceptional form...

'Now!!'[/b]

Forcing every screed of energy into his movements, ironically thankful that his footsteps would be at least partly masked by the sound of the riot around them, he charged toward Dean first, making the best effort to find the shortest path between his starting point and Kvist that could include his former interrogation suspect, and as the blade rose whilst he ran, it came down again even quicker, with as much force as he could muster without attempting a fatal strike, flipping the sword to strike with the dull, inner edge of the curved weapon against the crook of Deans collarbone and neck. Unless there were flukish circumstances, it was unlikely Dean could do anything but crumble onto the ground under the strike, his collarbone likely broken and the impact deadening his nerves down the side of his body...The downfall of this, however, was that he now had to fly at Kvist with one, definitive lunge. The single blow that would decide the outcome of this fight without the misplaced sense of 'honour' Maverik had seemingly intended.

The tip of the blade was aimed squarely for the bottom of Kvists spine, a strike that if successful would cripple the lunatic in an instant and effectively end this, however the possibility of Kvist moving was always there. Regardless, unless there was some real weaving being done, Kvist was about to be impaled on Izou, a weapon which would serve it's last purpose taking this mans life...

"Fuck honour, fuck morality, and fuck you. Just die, Kvist.", he spat as he attacked, his eyes never leaving the masked individual in front of him...



ooc: Alright, you lazy assholes, this thread is getting finished. GET TO IT!!

[John Smith]

... … … That ought to hurt...

... But… It’s not….?


Last second movement. Kvist had managed to 'weave' his body to his left. Call it a sixth sense if you must. Seeing the tip of the blade protrude from the front of his lower right side. It was crimson coloured. Naturally it would be his own blood. Colouring the blade. Feeding the blade. His last vain attempt at believing himself invulnerable pierced together with his body. He felt like falling over. Falling over into his unmarked grave... Weak. Powerless. His body would be desecrated, that much was certain. There'd be nothing left for the crows to pick on.

Despair struck his heart.

A honest moment of regret followed in hot pursuit.

A moment of regret that could have killed a medium sized elephant. The despair and regret were both chased away by the sudden iron will hammering his wavering mind back into place. A thought stood alone, more of a motto than a thought.

Find victory in defeat.

Victory would be the death of all enemies. Defeat. Was to die. Combine those two. And you had a dangerous man. Combine that with Kvist … I’ll let your imagination work out the answer to that equation. It wouldn’t be a pretty sight.

- - -

It was almost inhuman. Kvist hadn’t let out a breath to scream, he had barely even reacted to the stabbing, other than his unnatural stiffness in the back. It would appear, that Kvist hadn’t been a complete fool when he had decided to wear a bullet & stab proof west. It had originally been meant to safeguard him from angered members of the Hand. It had served a slightly other purpose. The purpose of prolonging his agony. Not all in the Hand would take a disbanding with apathy. Some people had all their life in The Hand of Fate, some people, needed The Hand of Fate for protection and would fight for that protection.

… Where’s that protection now, bitches? Fight for your own bloody lives. And I, will end it all for you. This time. For the last time.

A small cylinder like object fell out of Kvist’s left sleeve. His hand jerked up and caught the small thing and withdrew the hand into the darkness of his sleeve. A thing, that would change how this fight was going. The lid came off. A thumb hovered over the button. He savoured the last moment. The pain pulsing through his body. The sight of infinite chaos around him. The last ragged breath. A fearless grin crept up his lips. What would a villain be, if he didn’t have a last cheesy line?

“… Just die, Kvist."

”With pleasure…”

Click.



… Huh?

Flashback

The last wire reconnected. The last program installed. It was almost set for the final scene. He ran some fingers through his sweaty and greasy hair. It had been a rough night. Leaning back. He looked at the marvel he had created. A perfect copy of Kvist’s trigger. The only difference was that Kvist wouldn’t explode in a carnage of fire. If he had had more time, that would also have happened. But, time was of the essence. He had to complete his plans, before Kvist pulled through with his own plans.

This time, Kvist’s plans were guaranteed victory.

Unless they were to be ended prematurely.

Flashback over

A recorded message went off somewhere in the building. Large loudspeakers began pounding out air waves. Deafening all other sounds, even those of gunfire or other. It was a large beeeeeeep. Enough to make you reach for your ears to protect your frail sense of hearing. The beeping stopped, together with the fighting. And a voice followed.

“-We’re at the end of our line, Kvist.

And not a moment too early.

Let’s rot in hell.

Sincerely Donar.-”


… What the…

“… FUCK?”

Flashback.

“DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?”

His body was thrown through the air, crashing against a solid brick wall.

“If you do this, you’ll finally free from his oppressive rule. You were forced into this, now is your chance to get out of it alive and by your own free will!”

‘… But… If he finds o-’

“He won’t. The Watchmen can and will protect you from The Hand of Fate. You‘ll be playing a crucial role in the take down of the Hand…”

The boy was evidently still unsure of what to do. … Donar might have the threaten the boy on his life. But it would make his testimony to Maverik very different. No matter. A switchblade suddenly appeared in his hand. The bottom of Donar’s boot slammed into the boys chest and he leaned down.

“… Did you know. That the pain from losing your balls, won‘t subside over time. If you don’t do this. I’ll make you suffer a fate worse, than anything Kvist could do to you!” Irony.

The eyes of the boy started watering up as Donar’s switchblade neared his private parts. The boy finally nodded and agreed to do as Donar wanted him to.

- Later the same evening-

The boy entered through the door. And Donar knew that the final phase was ready. Maverik would be told of the last Hand meeting. He would act accordingly. It was the biggest gamble. And it would all be wasted if Maverik didn’t have a great personal need for destroying Kvist. So great, that he would push all compassion aside for his own underlings. He turned around and walked through some scattered bushes. He needed to be back soon, or his other persona would notice his presence and that would ruin it all.

Flashback over.

A monotone female voice began speaking:

‘Self-destruct mechanism activated. Building will be destroyed instantly. …’

But even the most carefully planned thing. Can go wrong. …

‘- Connection error detected. Attempting to restore connection… Connection will be restored in 10 seconds. ……. Connection restored in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Self-destruct initiated.’

- - -

The entire building was obliterated by the massive explosion. The foundation torn apart and heavy machinery twisted into scrap metal. Survivors inside the building would be rare.

Two years of gang warfare ended that instant. 3 years of tyranny blown apart. The Hand of Fate………? Most members were either dead in the explosion or crushed by the falling debris. Those few scattered and relatively unharmed survivors would have no banner to reunite under.

The combined forces of The Watchmen and Legion had won…

The Hand of Fate had been undone.

[[[OOC: It would appear that I blew up the building. Notice to all PC players, don't bother trying to stop the explosion. I will whine for hours and this thread would end up dead. Oh, and could someone grab Kokaku and run? Since, he apparently survived. (He posted in a later thread)]]]

[Dean]

The room suddenly felt less crowded, a lot of people had died this night. All because Maverik couldn’t find Kvist on his own, quite ironic if you think about it, the guy trying to protect so many and yet he puts even more in danger. And finally the man of the hour had arrived. Dean put Kokaku’s arms around his next so that he had one arm over each shoulder; Dean couldn’t be bothered to hold him anymore so this seemed the best way. “Have it your way” Dean said as he stepped a few feet away from Kvist.

Kvist and Maverik exchanged words but Dean was too busy ducking for cover that was until he stood up only to feel a sharp, blinding pain shoot down his arm. Taiku had slammed something into Dean’s arm, but what he wouldn’t have saw was that Kokaku took most of the force, and he came off worse. Simply he had a broken collar bone; Dean was just in a lot of pain. But he went down anyway. But kept watching what was happening. The blade plunged into Kvist and Dean had a feeling he knew what was coming next. Time to get Kokaku out of here, raising to his feet using his uninjured arm he took about 10 steps towards the nearest door and with a last burst of strength took Kokaku from his back and threw him towards the open door, sliding right out of the building.

Dean began to make his way back to Kvist when everything suddenly went quiet and only one voice was heard “-We’re at the end of our line, Kvist. And not a moment too early. Let’s rot in hell. Sincerely Donar.-” Dean chuckled as this was said ~What a way to go.~ A female voice came on not long after and suddenly panic ensued in everyone, they all ran. Dean didn’t pay attention to Taiku or Maverik instead he dropped to his knees and checked the ammo he had left in both of his guns “Seven in the left, 3 in the right… Lets have some fun before we die!” Dean shouted, he began shooting towards the doors, on his knees he was at about the right height to take out some kneecaps. By the time his guys were clicking empty five people had fallen. Their friends tried dragging them out but it was too late. Dean began to laugh uncontrollably and then a loud bang. And then… Nothing.

[Maverik]

ooc: I'm late, I know, so stow it

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Maverik's face grew cold at Kvist's words. 'Block them out. He's trying to blind you...' He thought as he readied himself to take on one of the vilest men he had ever met. But as he did, he finally noticed Taiku. Having been suffering tunnel vision until that point, caring of nothing but Kvist. Maybe it was his eyes... Maybe Taiku had made a noise Maverik had missed... Whatever it was, Kvist moved, and that familiar sword slipped easily through his skin, past his ribs and out the other side. A moment passed in which he hated his best friend for taking this from him. But thankfully, his senses returned, and not a moment too soon. This is what they had come to do. Not to fight. Not to drag this out... They came to kill the demon of Hircine. “Kaz...” He muttered.

Kvist's lips curled in his smile of defeat. One last bad joke, and... Suddenly, a blaring alarm screamed through Maverik's head, forcing him to grab his ears in pain. The voice was like a suicide note. Maverik's eyes widened. The female voice announced the destruction of the building, and he felt fear grip him. Not just for his own life. But that of everyone else left alive. Suddenly, the voice returned and announced a 10 second chance at life. Only 10 seconds for everyone to get the hell out. “Everybody RUN!” He shouted as he turned and made a mad dash for the nearest exit.

The sound of Dean's laughter caught his ears as a bullet passed through his right leg, throwing him forwards just outside the door. “2... 1...” He struggled up, taking one last desperate step... And then... Nothing. Blackness... Not even black. An absence of anything. 'Am I dead?' He wondered silently. 'Xian... Little Hikari...' His lover and their child... 'Kazuki... Kira...' His best friend, and the woman he now saw like a sister. 'And Kokaku...' His only surviving blood relative. His brother. His eyes pried open slightly, the sound of flames and screams filled the air, being drowned out by sirens of every kind. He felt the warmth of blood over his face and his arms. He was pressed harshly against a tree, his breathing shallow. 'I don't want to die...' His final thoughts, before the nothingness claimed him again...