[color=f7941d][u][b]Detroit. Some time ago...[/b][/u][/color] Kyuzo stared up at the ceiling he'd just fallen through, gasping desparately to find his breath. His ears were ringing from a combination of close range gun fire and adrenaline. He wanted to get up and help Mars, but right now, he was unable to breathe and checking his combat HUD for vital checks. His internal commlink lit up a moment later though and he mentally breathed a sigh of relief. "Kyooz, fuck man, I see your vitals still up. Don't worry, I fragged that drekhead good brother. You never saw him, he never saw me, I guess in the end, we win. Now we need to get the hell out of here before more--HOOOOOLY DREK, K, you fell a good thirty feet. You sure your totem isn't a cat, you got nine friggin' lives. Anyway, on my way down." "[b][color=0072bc]Sorry Mars, had to catch my breath. Man, this armor was worth it. Stopped that buckshot from getting inside. But is didn't do drek about impact. I'm fairly confident a rib or two are busted to hell.[/color][/b]" "Long hair, don't care. Get'yer ass up. I'm almost to you. So far, not picking up any re-ups, building looks clear." Kyuzo managed to sit up, wincing slightly as he flexed his hands, not even realizing his cyber hand never required any such exercise. He looked at it, grimaced, and still knew there was a long way to go before getting used to it. He saw Mars come in through the door, the larger ork smiling at him as he approached. "Always sitting down on the job. Lazy ass." "[b][color=0072bc]Shut up man. I just wanna get out of here. You have the file, so far security isn't an issue, and we should skin out.[/color][/b]" "Agreed, let's get the fra--" the sound and energy of some magic projectile could be heard and felt as it ripped through Mars, spraying Kyuzo's face with a fair amount of blood and guts. Mars was closer to Kyuzo than anyone. He was more of a pack member to Kyuzo than his own flesh and blood. And for the first time in his life, he felt something different. He'd lost control before. And in the past, his wolf spirit took control. But never this. It seemed both lost it. He didn't even seem to mentally recall casting it, but it was obvious the attacker either didn't know Kyuzo was there or thought he was dead, and as he got up, he felt the buzz of a reflex spell and armor spell. His senses were...unreal. He didn't know how much of what he felt was magical, and what was simply some manifestation of his wolf spirit, but he never felt like this. It was, literally, indescribable. The pain from moments ago vanished as if he had adrenal dumps or pain supressors, and he lept up, cut a corner at a sharp angle, and the cut back to where the Ares Security mage came into view. In a flash, before the mage even registered he was under attack, smashed a shoulder into his chest. The two smashed into a metal crate and Kyuzo smiled, feeling bones crack and hearing the air expelled from the lungs of his prey. The mage's hands went for his throat and to avoid being grabbed, his own arms came up and forced the mages hands away. Then he brought his hands down to the face of the mage, grabbed his head and forced his thumbs into the eye sockets. The mage screamed in a way that Kyuzo had never heard in his life as he was lifted into the air and smashed headfirst into the hard concrete. There was a bloody mess and silence, and it felt good. Then he heard a person approaching, but it sounded so clear. If sound could be pristine, it was what it sounded like. With the speed and grace of an animal, he lept off in the direction of his next prey. He waited to see the barrel of an assault rifle peek by another large industrial crate before grabbing it with his cyber hand, squeezing it and to his surprise, crushing it. This wasn't magic, this wasn't rage, it was simply the awesome power of a quality cyberhand doing its job. A fraction of a second later, the guard pulled the trigger, not realizing that the gun was crushed, and that this would cause the gun to essentially explode with the bulk of the force directed back at his face. The soldier brought his own cyberarm down in a well placed defensive blow, but Kyuzo met it with his own cyber hand and brought his other elbow up toward the armpit joint of the cyber arm, smashing up with terrible force. He didn't tear the cyberarm off, but he could see the skin and metal stretch in a gruesome and disgusting manner, a combination of blood and some kind of blue fluid spurting out where the skin ripped at some place. He then spun behind the guard, who seemed unable to react due to the pain and Kyuzo's speed, brought his cyberhand up quickly, and then slashed it down, metal tips first, into the area between the neck and shoulder of the human. He thought he could feel the cyberhand slicing through bone, wire, and muscle and he then brought his other hand up in the same motion, to the neck...and grabbed and ripped. His cyber arm pulled one way, his other hand the other, and it separated most of the guards body. The guard hadn't hit the floor when he felt something behind him, some kind of magic, and then he was engulfed in a blue light.... ----------------------- "-oly drek I think he's waki--" "-rug him again, he's coming out of it--" He was being held up by...someone, and he opened his eyes. Some facility, oxygen tanks, chemicals. A lab. Seemed like the same building, just a different area. He had no idea how long it had been. He realized two trolls were holding him up, but from the waist down, he was shackled heavily. His eyes gained more focus and adjusted to the light. There were about a dozen well armed guards around him--some mages, some straight meat, some 'wared out. There were even two drones buzzing very close to him. A man had his back turned to him and was on a small commphone. "Yeah, got it. No worries. I'll take a few liberties with him. Send him off with something to remember us by." Without so much as a word, the next...what was it? 10 minutes? 20? 30? An hour? They were spent beating and torturing Kyuzo. They turned up the sensitivity of the cyberhand and smashed at bone, tore out muscles. One man seemed to thoroughly enjoy heating up slim, sharp pieces of surgical steel and inserting them into Kyuzo's body. For once in his life, Kyuzo didn't want to kill everything or make people pay. He just wanted to die. He realized that he'd stopped screaming and that there were voices, but voices directed at him. He looked left, and right, and he smirked, finding it odd that the trolls were still holding him up after all this time. Their arms were just as slick with blood as his own. Part of him assumed it was to make sure these trolls suffered to some degree. Who knows... "Kyuzo. Troggy. Look up. You've been such a splendid sport. But sadly, all things must come to an end." Kyuzo went to say something but his throat was dry and bloody, so he seemed to just start coughing, which to those in the room seemed to be funnier than a stand up routine because they couldn't stop laughing. "What's that?" He motioned for one of the other men, the surgical steel practitioner, to get some water and he gave Kyuzo a few drinks. "Did you have a last request? Something to say? I cannot express enough, how please I am that some dregs, some gutter trash, dumb fucking trogs like you, you meta filth, you decide to try to one up one of the Trips. The frag were you thinkin--You know what, I'm sorry. It doesn't matter. You'll be dead like the rest of your team, and all is well that ends well. Now, you were saying." "[b][color=0072bc]I--"[/color][/b] He coughed heavily, but after a few seconds was able to talk. "[b][color=0072bc]I want you...to take my sword...cut off my cyberhand...send it to whoever...is in charge...and...shove it up their pompous ass...If these trolls would let me go, I'd tear your ugly breeder face off with--[/color][/b]" The man was caught offguard, initially expecting some honorable disposal of the orks hand or sword, but his face twisted in rage as he grabbed the sword and moved to Kyuzo. "[b][color=0072bc]-my teeth. You're so powerful because I'm drugged, injured and held by two trolls. Bring that smug look out into the sprawl boy--[/color][/b]" Kyuzo was actually surprised by the reaction of the human. He hoped that inciting a rage would cause the man to strike him, making things quick and as painless as possible. Not the end, but the surprise. Regardless, the suit moved over to Kyuzo, exhaled deeply, and started to cut. Slow. Slicing. Painful layet by layer. Kyuzo bellowed and roared and the trolls had to dig their fingers in to hold him. It would all be over soon... Kyuzo's vision was something dreamlike, his hearing was distorted and he felt like he was watching this from someone else's eyes. The arm was finally cut free and the man, laughed. He then thought it would be funny to toss the entire arm to someone to the side. Kyuzo smiled softly, at least he thought he did, and he said as loud as he could, "[color=0072bc][b]slot off, drekheads[/b][/color]." There was a quick beep from the cyberhand, and then an explosion rocked the entire building.