User blog:Vertroyer/The Dark War - Chapter 3

Spicy: awww.......crap

Spicy said....as he looked up at the large Garada in front of him. Addfire had a strong urge to neck slice the minion, but with Spicy's health at risk, she couldn't do such a foolish move.

Addfire: Spicy! Run to the woods!

They both sprinted as fast as they can to the woods, attempting to find any good spot to hide and figure out a way to kill this big thing without getting any further heavy casualties. Spicy's injury was still clinging to his health as he leaked a drop of blood with every step he took, but that didn't stop him.

The Garada attempted to chase them, but it's huge size made it slow, in addition to the debris and environment obstructing it's path. The Garada then took off both it's horns and used them as scythes, then started destroying whatever was in it's path in order to catch up to the fleeing heroes.

Spicy and Add found a small trench covered with bushes and a broken stone wall, they jumped into it and covered up.

Spicy: How are we gonna kill tha- *cough*

Addfire: You're too hurt to fight, you shouldn't go out there.

Spicy: Add, I can't let you go alone, I need to- *cough*

He only kept spilling blood from his mouth, his condition was no good. Addfire was concerned, and she wasn't planning on letting Spicy fight in such a situation.

Addfire: It's ok, we'll figure out a way to kill this guy, hopefully.

The small chat continued as the Garada was roaring out in the woods, still reaping the trees out of their roots.

A Mafia outpost was somewhere else very far away from the Gloomwoods. A promoted Mafioso was busy showing off and testing a new weapon they got... a prototype of the weapon named the M15-X.

Mafioso: Hah! look at this shit! I'm so friggin good!

He said as he sprayed the bullets at all the training targets, blowing them completely off their stances. The spectating mafia members were applauding this performance....not the goofy dumbass with the gun....but the gun itself. It was really powerful, and the velocity of the bullets were really fast too, much faster than a normal rifle.

Mafioso: Godfather should give me a promotion for this, hah! Friggin unbelievable man!

The joy of the Mafioso was cut really short by an unexpected visitor. He was dressed in black leather, with black hair slightly blasting outward. He did not look friendly to the mafia, not one bit.

Haw: good you say? *giggles* You aim like a blind grandmother.

Mafioso: Hey! Who are you to come in to MY testing session?! As if you can aim better!

Haw: I don't like guns, guns are for cowards like yourself.

He unsheathed one of his dual katanas and pointed it at the egotistical mafioso.

Haw: Bring it on, pussy.

The mafia thought this mysterious man was a fool looking edgy, but the mafioso was too infuriated to even give that a thought. Filled with anger and a bruised ego, he fired a full magazine of 6 bullets at the man. What the man did left the audience with their mouths wide open.

He swiftly moved the katana and sliced all 6 bullets in half, 12 pieces dropped to the ground. The mafioso was shivering in fear, who in the world could possibly have such reflexes and skill to do this?!

Haw did not waste a moment, he dashed towards the Mafioso and made one horizontal slice across his belly. The slice was absurdly clean and perfect, it even cut through the bone in a perfect, astonishingly well-placed way.

The whole mafia audience, 9 in total, where spellbound at this. But with a mentality of loving to swarm enemies with bullets, they just wanted Haw dead. 4 of them picked a tommy gun, the other 5 got their assault rifles. They all vaulted over the barriers and charged towards Haw for a clear shot on him.

Suddenly, a mafia member at the back of the group was struck with a bullet to the skull. The bullet came from Haw's left, but who was it?

Crouching a thousand meters away was Playful with her handy ol' sniper rifle. She loaded up another bullet in the gun and started to whisper...

Playful: (whispering) All yer heads are bloody twelve feet tall, ya bloody wankers.

Haw jumped so high to the sky in the direction of the mafia members, he unsheathed his other katana and threw both of them into the necks of 2 mafia members in the front. The mafia started opening fire at Haw in the sky, ignoring the sniper since she wasn't visible to them.

Haw gracefully rotated, flipped, re-oriented himself in mid-air, dodging every single bullet thrown at him. During the bullet hell dodge-fest, he drew out his sleeper and fired at a mafia member at the back. Playful had landed another headshot at one of the mafia members.

With 5 awake mafia to deal with and one sleeping member, the fight raged on.

Haw instantly dropped to the ground, and before the shooters could react, he dash rolled to his 2 katanas stuck in the necks of his 2 victims. He picked them off and dashed between another 2 mafia members, slicing them through the heart as he passed through. He then turned his katanas blunt and wanted to play a little with the shooters.

Playful landed yet another headshot on one of the mafia members.

The 2 remaining awake mafia members had their guns reloaded, and started all out firing at Haw. Haw effortlessly reflected all their bullets, most of them back at their own bodies. The 2 members dropped dead to the ground. Playful hanged her rifle at her back when she saw that it was over and used her shadow manipulation to quickly reach Haw, since it was dawn after all.

She drew her revolver out and shot the sleeping mafia member in the back of the skull, then went back to Haw. They both looked at the outpost.

Playful: This? Is an outpost? It doesn't even have a total area exceeding 200 meters squared!

Haw: Typical Mafia, always with their trash structures. You still have an incendiary grenade from that warehouse?

Playful: Yup.

Haw: Throw it inside, this trash is made of wood, should burn out easily.

Playful did what she was ordered, and they both walked away from the outpost as the grenade detonated and the building was being blazed by hungry flames. Playful got curious about something Haw mentioned to her way back at their HQ.

Playful: So.....Haw? You're still investigating into the whole Iron Shield thing?

Haw: Yes, I'm still convinced that it was planned. We had the strongest of trust and loyalty bonds with the citizens back then... why would a random rumor suddenly break it all down? Doesn't make sense, It MUST'VE been planned. I'm sure of it.

Playful: But....Haw.... who could possibly do this?

Haw: I honestly don't know, but there are two possiblities i'm considering here. Either we were betrayed by one of our own members, or those rotten mafia have something to do with it.

Playful: How would they do that?

Haw: Blackmailers. Everyone has something valuable in their lives, and it's not hard for those scumbags to enforce an order on one of ours with such capabilities.

Playful: What about the Witch?

Haw: Impossible. At that time, Addfire was on scouting duty, and she saw her staying at the Gloomwoods for days. Besides, she can't reach that level of organization of a crime. The appearance of these rumors was done just right, and the executor of the plan would have to be patient. A rogue, vengeful Witch would not comply with these requirements.

Playful: I see then.... would you like to-

Haw: Yes, I would indeed like to hear it from you, what did you find from the files of that outpost? Before I taught that little brat a lesson?

Playful: Nothing that helps us on this case. Only that this outpost was merely for prototype testing and watching purposes. In addition to the confirmation of 2 other Mafia strongholds and their HQ somewhere in Drakkonbane, but their locations are classified.

Haw: Hmm...so we just hit a bunch of small rookies, 1 outpost was all they could get?

Playful: Apparently...

Haw: Tsk, they really suck at empire building, huh? *sigh* Back to our scheme.

Playful: Ah yes, so phase 1 is over?

Haw: Yup, we just need the other two to just eliminate the mafia force that come out of this outpost on it's way to the Tower of Vision.

Playful: Why would they send such a massive mafia force? They had like 2 dozens of them when our two friends last reported.

Haw: They sent a patrol squad composed of 3 mafia members to that place. They didn't return, so they sent reinforcements to check it out.

Playful: Oh...ok then. But...but....

Haw: What?

Playful: Uhh...

Haw: Speak up, what is it?

Playful: Well..... why aren't we focusing on regrouping The Iron Shield all back together? Why not do that instead of investigating this case or fully eliminating the mafia faction?

Haw: Look, I know you're a real sweetheart and you really like the people you used to be with.... but for the time being, we need to stay together and focus on the roots of this whole crisis. Us 4 are more than enough.

Playful: Can you tell me why? At least?

Haw: We're 4 right now, and we're powerful enough to actually do something about this disaster. If we waste time searching for them, who knows what catastrophic damage will be inflicted here, and how larger evil will grow. Besides, I'm pretty sure we'll find them along the way, but we need to focus on the bigger threat here. We can't let emotions get to us.

Playful: ...

Haw: Playful?

Playful: Ok....ok.....you're right. Let's just get back to HQ, the others should be done by now.

Haw: Good *whistles*

In an open plain field, there were almost 2 dozens of mafia corpses, and 2 men were finishing the last of them.

A masked man pulled his knife off from the back of the last enemy.

Mann: Ah, you spilled blood on my suit!

Desert: Knock it off, we don't have time for these shenanigans, we gotta get back to HQ.

Mann: yeah yeah, stop criticizing me. I'm just appreciating this blood bath.

Desert: I like it too, y'know. come on, let's head back. Phase 2 of the plan is over.

They both walked back to their HQ, and were preparing to rendezvous with their allies.

Back to the Gloomwoods...

Addfire: That's it, I'm going for him.

Spicy: Add, no... *cough*

Addfire plopped out of the hiding spot and sprinted towards the Garada, getting sick of his "dominating" crap.

She confronted him straight up and looked him in his blank eyes. He honestly didn't give a fuck, he just threw one of his scythes like a buzzsaw boomerang at Addfire. She crossed her scimitars together to stop the scythe from killing her. The scythe grinded so powerfully against her swords, they started to heat up badly, and she was also getting pushed back a long distance. The scythe finally got deflected back into the Garada's hand, while Addfire got pushed back and hit by a wall.

She refused to stop, she gained speed and sprinted towards the boss minion. Garada flipped his scythes so their backs would face their opponent. As Addfire tried to jump over Garada's head, he smacked her with the back of his left scythe so powerfully, she got slammed to the ground and made a small crater. She was bleeding a bit from her mouth, but she got up and wiped it off.

A drop of blood landed on one of her shirt's golden tracings.....

Shit went downtown real fast.....

That was her favorite shirt, and Garada just ruined it for her, she was in a fit of destructive rage. She heated her scimitars to the max.

Addfire: Was there a brain in your blank-ass skull when you decided to hit me like that? Why don't we find out?

With clenched teeth, she zipped high up to land on his head. He tried hitting her with both scythes, but she sent two fire waves, amputating his scythes and his arms. She landed on his head, and his grave was sealed. She striked his skull, hacking and slashing at it about 100 times before she finally stopped. Nothing was left from the skull but rubble.

The boss minion dropped to the ground, shaking the whole area with his fall. Addfire was panting heavily...

Addfire: *pant* *pant* Asshole.... *pant* *pant*

She instantly remembered Spicy and went back to him. He, unluckily, saw her fit of rage, and was low-key horrified.

Addfire: I know a healing sanctuary in the woods, it's not that far, just wait here and I'll rush to get a healing potion from there.

She didn't even waste time bothering to think straight about possible threats to Spicy while he was alone. She just rushed the hell outta there to get medications for the poor guy.

Spicy: (thinking to himself) Man, I must be darn lucky she never raged at me like that. I'd be dead meat if she did. heh. She's so sweet.

Back at the HQ of the quad.... Haw, Playful, Desert and Mann.

Haw: y'all here? come on, get around here on the planning table...

4 people stood around the table, and they were all ex-members of The Iron Shield.

Starting with Manwithnoname, which honestly was too obnoxious to pronounce and even more obnoxious to include in the story due to confusions. So instead, due to his known belonging to the fandom of TF2, they call him Mann. He was masked, wearing a suit made by the finest tailors. He had classy shoes and gloves, in addition to a cigarette on his mouth. Exactly like the TF2 Spy. In his suit, he would have a revolver, a knife and a disguise kit that he would use whenever he's on any type of mission. He was a master of stealth and combat tactics.

He was absolutely confident in himself and his skills, and doesn't mind joking around about the death of his opponents every once in a while. He wasn't effective in every single situation, however. Direct combat is his kryptonite, and he prefers avoiding that as much as possible, because he can't do much in such cases.

Then came Desertstorm, the brute powerhouse of not just the quad, but the once legendary Iron Shield. Whenever carrying a weapon, he would gain endurance breaking the levels of extreme. He only had a pistol and a knife tho, which barely do anything to more powerful enemies. Instead he would keep them to maintain the endurance boost, and then he uses his absurd strength to knock out whoever dares to cross his path. He wears a sleeveless shirt, and blue jeans with boss-looking shoes.

He also had a mask on, with the drawing of a skull on it. Once, he had 59 different projectiles and melee weapons piercing through his body, 13 of them went through his heart. What did he do? Shook them off like nothing, and uppercutted the leader of his enemy 200 feet high. Of course, the leader ended up dead, duh. His weapons are easy to break or separate from him though. And when they do, he becomes as weak as any other human. Any smart or agile enemy could do that, which Desert had to be careful of.

After him was Playful, one of the biggest sweethearts of The Iron Shield. She was really kind to the members and adored spending time with them. She was experienced with multiple firearms: pistols, assault rifles and sniper rifles. Her aim was point on. She also has a military knife just in case of melee. She wore a black suit under her black trench coat, which was draped over her shoulder like a cape. She wore black boots and had a fedora on her head with a little of her amazing hair coming out.

She had the ability to manipulate shadows, bend them to her will and even camouflage with them for stealth or even fast travel. This ability was completely useless in lightened areas and was easily neutralized with enlightening attacks. Which is why she prefers dawn, night, and sunset operations a ton more than morning and afternoon ones.

Finally, HawaiianPikachu. leader of the quad and a person of great influence on the Iron Shield. He is a pure grandmaster of using katanas, to a level where he deflects swarms of bullets with little to no effort. His investigation and strategic skills were also top notch, small details simply aren't able to escape his sharp eagle eyes. He had a little sleeper as a sidearm whenever a specific enemy starts to irritate him or his teammates. This weapon has no effect on non-biological enemies, so it doesn't always have an opportunity to shine.

Although it rarely ever happens, Haw can get overridden by his emotions. And when that happens, he starts to lose focus, and starts fighting with mediocre skill and death wishes to his opponent. Only someone who knows how to get to Haw and strike him in the nerves would know how to exploit his weakness, but no one has done it so far, because it's just THAT difficult to do.

Haw: All of them? dead?

Mann: Yup, grass field looks beautiful with red, doesn't it?

Playful: So....what next?

Haw: There's 2 strongholds out there right? Well....we need to search for them, and eliminate them ASAP. When we find them though, we won't split up like we did this time. These are strongholds, they'll have heavy defenses, so we're gonna have to go full team.

Desert: We're still gonna loot for info when we find these strongholds, right?

Haw: Absolutely. Playful and Mann can handle that at nighttime, shouldn't be an issue.

Mann: I'm getting the Drakkonbane map, come with me Playful, let's search for it in the storage room.

Playful: Sure!

Desert: I'm gonna get me a drink, all that fighting made me thirsty.

The 3 members walked away to do their business, and Haw sat on the table with his hands on top of each other in a horizontal position and situated in front of his face.

Haw: (thinking to himself) Whoever you are, whatever you are, where ever you are, however you managed to break our team, I won't stop till I find you. You're the first of your kind to break us apart, and I'll make sure you're the last.

Haw: Mark my words, you damned demon.

End.

P.S holy crap this was big, lol