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Warehouse: Vellios and Haze

Collab between @Fallenreaper and @DJAtomika

Hazan wiped his nose; it ached and dripped blood from the pistol butt to his face. Even now, as he stood next to Vellios, his empty hand hovered above his hip holster and the Predator within. He glared as much as a turian could glare at their adversary, and gripped his knife tighter.

The silence and tension were palpable.

Then the gunshot tore through it all.

Haze ducked instinctively as the batarian raised his gun. The shot went wide, but hitting him wasn't his real purpose. For as Vellios ran forward, the batarian dive rolled away from the charging turian and reattached his omnitool to his arm.

It took a few seconds for Haze to straighten and draw his Predator, and in that amount of time, Kaza had already met Vellios. He took a step forward, planted his left foot in the floor and greeted the turian with a grab. Using the momentum of the charge, Kaza pivoted to the right and tossed him aside, at which point a shot from Hazan impacted the crates beside him. The sudden movement had thrown off the second turian's aim, but his second shot wouldn't miss.

Vellios had thought the shot would’ve been aimed at him. Instead it went at Haze, likely to prevent the Turian from even being able to pull out his weapon and fire. It was too late for the first step but the second didn’t exactly go according to plan either. Vellios was almost on top of the Batarian and moved in to force the gun upright, pushing the aim higher then originally intended. The moment he got his fingers around Kaza’s wrist, the thug reacted. His hand whipped his blade around to slice at Vellios while his other arm jerked about to stretch the merc's figure and expose him to the attack. Instead of fighting to keep himself upright, the scarred Turian rolled with the motion as he pushed more into the charge. His feet were pulled from the floor while Kaza spotted Haze lining up a shot. 

The slaver’s figure moved while he pivoted to bring himself out of Haze’s range when the crate was impacted, sparks flying from the edge it smacked. 

 “Shit, Haze, watch it!” Vellios blurted out when he felt the metal sliver breeze by him, the crates rang from the impact. 

Kaza spotted Haze already readying himself for another shot and wasn’t about to allow it to happen. Kaza's fingers tightened into a fist then whipped up his knife hand to point his omni-tool at the younger Turian. It glowed quickly then fired at a fast rate right at the dirty sneak who had missed. Vellios, on the other hand, rolled free of Kaza’s grip when the Batarian released his blades. He was lucky he had been, because not soon after, several shots rang out where he was moments ago, leaving about two to three bullet holes. 

"Then don't get in the way! Woah!"

Haze ducked too slow to avoid the omni blades. He saw the arm go up but reacted too late. The blades flew past his right, slicing his shoulder and his cheek as he dove to the floor. With a hiss, he raised his omnitool arm to his face and deployed medigel there, while his gun arm fired a blind shot for Kaza. The round thumped into the crate behind him, but Hazan kept firing, intentionally heating up his gun for close combat.

Splinters would rain down over Kaza and Vellios as the turian scampered for safety.

 "You're the one that interrupted the dance. By the way, now I can see why you rather not be seen..." Vellios snapped back, his crested head turned to spot Haze immediately start to hit the ground and nearly kiss it. He tried not to smirk while he curled his feet underneath himself and came upright on his fourth roll about across the cold floor. His arm shoved himself up while his other slipped his talons into a tight grip over his blade. He quickly turned to attempt to clash again. 

He needed to get close. Vellios was able to shot and decently, but he did his best thinking when clashing blades. It irritated the Turian, mildly, that Kaza was tossing him aside like an unwanted omni-tools which wasn't helping him. He suspected the Batarian already figured out it was best never to engage him direct after the first round and instead, keep him at arms' length during the whole fight. When the splinters rained down on the pair. Vellios uttered a curse then pulled back slightly just when Kaza shot at him. He jerked to the right hearing the bullet catch on the shielding and alerted him it had dropped another percent or two. It was pretty clear he hadn't been fast enough to completely dodge out of the way.

Kaza wasn't as fazed by the splinters as Vellios was, his eyes protected by the night googles he wore. The Batarian noted the Turian didn't have much of a way to defend against his attack, so he jerked into closer then released his blade at the Turian's gut. His other hand held something tightly within his fist and tossed at Haze's direction. It was a grenade. It beeped and sailed at the younger Turian who was approaching the pair causing Vellios to shout, Kaza darting in then out with a slice to Vellio's arm.  

"Haze, Grenade!"  

"Fuck!"

Hazan took stock of the grenade and did the only thing he could.

Charge.

As the grenade sailed towards him, he ducked under it and kept running. With a roar his shoulder collided with Kaza's middle and the explosive kept going. Haze hauled the batarian a foot back and slammed him into the crate he'd been shooting at. Seconds later the grenade exploded, making the turian grit his teeth as the shockwave washed over him.

Hazan's pistol had been abandoned on the floor once he'd seen the grenade arc towards him. The barrel still smoked on the concrete.

Hazan let go of Kaza and straightened just as the batarian was driving his knife downward to stab into his back. 

Bam! 

Vellios had quickly pulled out his gun and shot. However, his aim not perfect as the bullet hit the Batarian's shield and didn't pentrate. It did distract the Batarian long enough for Haze to get the upper hand as Kaza looked toward Vellios for a moment. Vellios gave another smirk, his figure fully upright and facing his target then squeezed off another round, this time at the slaver's head.  

Hazan felt the impact of the two shots against the batarian's shield and decided to make his move. While Kaza was distracted, he made a stab for the batarian's gun hand, his knife shooting straight for Kaza's wrist. While doing this, he let go of Kaza and stood, bringing the back of his head upward swiftly in a reverse headbutt aimed at Kaza's chin.

The stab landed into his hand causing Kaza snarl in pain, his arm pushed Turian away enough for his foot to plant into Hazan's middle. He landed a kick sending the entangled merc in the opposite direction and allowing him a moment to recover. His gun hand jerked up to fire at Vellios as the scarred Turian ran in the direct that Haze was sent.

Hazan grunted as he got kicked in the gut and toppled aside, landing on his ass, gasping for breath. He wiped blood away from his still-bleeding nose and gripped his knife tighter as he struggled to sit up as Vellios ran towards him.

"Dude. We're getting our asses kicked."

Vellios gave Haze a 'No shit look' then retorted in a slight sarcasm. " No, I thought he was kissing our asses..."

Kaza looked at his wounded hand then pushed a button on his omni-tool activing the medi-gel. His bleeding in his hand stopped as he quickly reached down for his explosive rounds and quickly swapped out his anti-personel rounds.  "You're getting on my nerves you two, play time's over." 

He took at a shot at Vellios and Haze right as the prior's arm reached out and snagged Haze's armor collar. With strength powered by adrenaline and the rush of blood, Vellios ripped the younger Turian into cover right when the Batarian fired. 

Before he could even react, Haze was being grabbed not once but twice, first by Kaza as he took a stare down the barrel of his pistol, then by Vellios pulling him out of the batarian's grip. With a grunt he fell to the floor, his footing completely lost as he toppled over backwards onto his ass. When Haze landed on his ass, Vellios' legs tangled then sent him sprawled across the younger Turian's lap.

"Ow! What the fu- Watch where you're going, and get off me, Vellios!"

With his equally spindly limbs tangled with Vellios' legs, he struggled to get away from the older turian, as close as they were.

" Not really my idea, but at least I saved your scaly ass!" Vellios commented while he rolled from Haze's lap and onto the floor, his body leaned to the side to face the other Turian. His back was firmly placed against the crate while it was peppered with explosive rounds that made a loud bomb with each impact. He could pretty much feel the vibrations rattling off the container. 

"I'm going to state the obvious here: This isn't working. So, got any ideas for how to work together and turn bubble face into a corpse because honestly, I'm getting tired of waiting on you to stop dancing with him."  

"Well gee I thought it was open season on the dance floor here, didn't know you had a hard-on for that asshole."

Hazan huffed and sat upright, braced against the explosions that rocked the crate.

 "I didn't realize you danced so badly either, but we learn something new every day, don't we?" 

"Not my fault I have a better dance partner. Well, you're good at close quarters, yeah?"

 "Yes, had to be since I was ten. Pretty much had to learn how to survive with a knife or become another victim. Rather hard to sleep when your throat is sliced into." Vellios stated with surprisingly calm tone. 

"Well I'm good at long range, so why not we gang up on him? I have a feeling his shields aren't that full any more, so if you distract him, I can wheel around and maybe fill his back full of molten metal."

 "That should be possible, but you sure you won't be spotted this time?" 

"Not if you keep all four of his eyes occupied. He'll be too busy keeping you at bay to notice me."

"Alright, but before you do." Vellios' hand reached over and clicked on his omni-tool with a few rapid taps then immediately downloaded a medi-gel. He then teased with a slight smirk on his turian face. " I rather not have Dex harping at me later."  

Hazan's omnitool beeped with the transfer of medi-gel, and he immediately applied it to himself, sighing a little in relief as his cuts stopped bleeding. He shook his head and grinned back. "Thanks dad. Now go get 'em. I'm gonna go find my pistol."

He swapped knife hands, switching the deadly blade to a backhand grip in his left.

 "Take mine for now. Don't lose or break it, son." Vellios handed Haze his pistol as he took out his own blade and activated his own omni-tool blade.  "If I'm lucky, I might be able to get a Ballistic Blades shot off as well." 

"Pinky swear? Oh wait." Hazan chuckled as he accepted the gun in his right. With his knife hand braced underneath his right wrist, he peeked up over the crate.

Kaza stood nearby but he was moving closer, smoke slowly rising from the barrel of his overheated gun. Within seconds, it would be ready to fire again. In his other hand, he held a familiar looking black heavy pistol.

A Predator.

A round flew over his head as Hazan ducked back down and swore.

"He's got my pistol. Mother fucker."

 "Could be worse, could have a piece of your ass too." 

"Bah, don't remind me." With a quick movement, Hazan drew his rifle and unfolded it. He peeked over the crate again to get the batarian's position and ducked.

"Alright, I'm gonna pin him down. Once I do, you go get him. We go as planned; you engage him in close, I'll circle around and plug his ass."

 "Make sure to empty into him, and not me too. You need to take me out to dinner before that." Vellios snickered then crawled to his hands and feet, his body moved into position when Haze unleashed his fire into the Batarian's direction. 

"Oh I'll save a load for you later, sweetie. Alright, on three."

 "Baby, you promise? I might have a few toys for you later too." 

"Try me."

 "Careful what you wish for. Size isn't everything after all. So, you ready?"

"Ready. One, two, three go!"

Hazan stood and swung his rifle to bear at Kaza. The batarian's four eyes widened and he dove straight down as the young turian opened fire. The crates around Kaza's position rang with fire as the battle rifle barked, preventing the batarian from moving one inch. Haze glanced at Vel beneath him and yelled.

"Go get him!"

Vellios was already off like a shot. His legs thumping against the concrete hard to bring him quickly toward Kaza's position, the Batarian now pinned down behind the very crates he had been shooting at earlier. His lungs rattled softly against his chest while the Turian's spindly legs cut down the distance causing Haze to cease firing. Kaza was already aiming to come with his pistol pointed only to meet Vellios' blade pinning it to the crate side. It made a loud thunk just then the gun went off, the bullet hitting his shields and completely blocked at the cost of another three percent. 

The Batarian snarled then jerked out his blade to cut Vellios into the gut. Immediately the Turian darted back and used his omni-tool to cut at the slaver's side. Again it was blocked, but neither were giving any quarter. The pistol was forgotten while the two started to engage in close combat. Vellios' lithe body ducked out of the way, though his eyes lost track of Haze early into the fight, before he made a slashing counter with his omni-tool.   

Once Hazan saw Vellios tangling blades with the batarian, he began moving. He ducked down behind his cover and began cutting a wide circle around the two combatants, keeping track of where they were from all the grunting and noise they made. He kept moving, weaving through stacks of crates and boxes while always keeping the noise to his left. When he took a peek and saw Kaza's back facing him, he grinned. Perfect position. He took a minute to move forward and then braced himself against a stack of crates and took aim, pistol on the top of a stack of pallets. He muttered to himself as he watched the two of them fight.

"C'mon Vellios...you can do it."

Vellios' arm managed to loop about Kaza's arm, his other stressing at the blade trying to come in and slice open his throat. His limbs were struggling against the Batarian's superior strength while he started to let his torso be pushed to the side. It seemed like the Turian was losing but Haze would likely know better. At least, Vellios hoped. At the moment, the Batarian's side was open for a shot to the shields and with any luck would bring them. 

He saw the opening. Hazan's eyes spotted the subtle movement to the side and swivelled his sights straight there. With a quick glance to the side of the gun, he switched on the Disruptor ammunition mod, took aim, and fired.

The electrified slugs thumped into Kaza's middle, making him grunt in pain as he staggered backwards. He growled and glared straight at Hazan, who grinned in response and ducked back down behind cover. 

When the disruptor ammo impacted and buzzed, shutting down the shielding, Vellios’ arm released his grip. The Batarian’s already skewered balance toppled a bit causing his footing to stagger sideways and retreat from the Turian’s personal space. This was enough to detangle them. When the disruptor ammo impacted the shielding with electrical energy, it buzzed and spread across the surface shutting down the shields. With Kaza’s head turned to glare at Haze, who did a cheeky silent gesture that Vellios approved of, the black Turian was determined to keep the Batarian’s attention on him.

 “Yo, sweetie, I’m not done with you yet.” His blade hand came out to slash across the Batarian’s chest, the space between them was now a few steps wider than before, as the thug countered with his. The blades interlocked with Vellios’ forearm bracing against his when Kaza’s arm forced Vellios’ across to his left then raised his gun. A muzzle was aimed at Vellio’s head just when his eyes caught the weapon coming into view and his elbow jerked upward, the end smacking Kaza’s underarm causing him to fire prematurely. The bullet skirted past his shoulder and buried into the crate that Haze was using for cover.

 “Haze, you still alive?” Vellios asked as he gritted through his mandibles.  

"Never better!" Hazan yelled as the stray bullet pinged off the crate he used to be behind. Now he was circling back around, pistol still in hand. The fight would be over before he knew it.

 “Good, because it’s about time…” Vellios started as his omni-tool came up and around the Batarian’s waist, his fist squeezed this whole time to activate his own Ballistic Blades. The distraction Haze had provided was ideal and kept Kaza from realizing what the Turian was doing. It also prevented him from bring his other arm into place because the attack needed a charge to be more effective. His fisted talons whipped out then jabbed into the Batarian’s gut. The Ballistic Blades then released, acting like a shotgun and several blade ejected into the slaver’s middle.  "I end this."

Crimson blood suddenly splattered from the impact and scattered upon his black surface. His mandible were wiggling in pure excitement at seeing the shocked look upon the Batarian’s face when all strength went out on realizing he was dead. His eyes filmed over and the light left them, a purely thrilling sensation creeping into Vellios’ smirking jawline. He barely noted the staining red across his front when he stepped backwards to let the corpse thump to the ground with a soft, fleshy sound. The blade’s steel rang out when it hit the floor announcing the slaver’s death. 

Vellios’ foot rolled over Kaza’s body to expose the bloodied indention, even with the armor’s protective layer. His figure inhaling and exhaling, his surface covered with fresh superficial cuts as he stared. Abruptly, and without warning, his blade whipped downward then stabbed into the Batarian’s thick neck before slicing it open to spill more blood upon the floor. He jerked the weapon free when he was satisfied the goon was official dead, his feet turned to walk away from it and check on Haze.

"Man, you enjoyed that way too much."

With his black Predator back in his hand, Hazan engaged the safety on Vellios' pistol and tossed it back at him as he walked towards the corpse. Then he aimed the heavy pistol at the corpse's head and blew a few new holes in it.

If Kaza weren't dead, he certainly was now.

"That was for taking my pistol and shooting my friend with it, bitch."

 "Enjoy that you finally let off your load?" Vellios snickered, altering the subject matter quickly after Haze's comment. 

The younger turian merely chuckled as he stowed his pistol and knelt to inspect the corpse.

"Why, jealous that you didn't get it first?"

He quickly went for the dead batarian's omnitool, disengaging it from his wrist as he activated it and synced it with his own. Once he confirmed that he could use it, he attached it to his left hand and grinned.

 "Ballistic Blades aren't as easy to use as they look, Haze. They pack a hella of a wallop if you've not braced yourself so I suggest to wait on using it until I can teach you how. Else you'll end up on your ass more often then you need to be." 

"Oh sure, why not. Maybe you could teach me how to dance better too."

 "Don't see why not, but first let's go help the others?" Vellios noted his comm laying, broken and damaged upon the ground, and bent down to pick the sparking device up.  "Serena is going to kill me now..." 

Hazan merely nodded as he stowed his pistol and drew his rifle. Noticing the broken comms piece, the young turian pressed a talon to his own, broadcasting to the crew's common network.

"Haze here. I've linked up with Vellios in the warehouse. Took care of a nasty piece of work. Vellios' comms got destroyed in the process, but I'm sticking with him. We're moving out to help the assault team, starting with Valiss. We're headed for you, out."

With that he shouldered his rifle and gestured forward.

"Let's get going. I'm sure your two battle companions need our help."

Without another word, both turians took off to help the first one on the list: Vallis.

Izuki Goemon

"Those vines are commanding it, if we can get rid of those, it should go down. But don’t use fire!"

Mari?! Izuki knew that voice from several minutes ago. She could see?! Why that lying- 

No, she reasoned. The only way she could see is if she too had the same power they had. The power of Persona. Without turning, she acknowledged the shout.

"Thanks for the heads up, Mari!"
"Watch out!"

First came the shockwave. Izuki stood her ground, arms up to guard her face, and she took the attack like a champ. The shock blew straight past her, and she stumbled a few steps backward, growling with sheer determination. But where her brown haired companion fell on her ass, she stood firm.

A chuckle escaped her lips, followed by a wild, almost demented laugh. Izuki beat her own chest with her fists and spread her arms wide.

"Is that all you fuckin' got- "

The flames that washed over her next hurt, but unlike her companion (again) who took the blast and fell screaming, again she stood firm. The scorching fire licked and burned her every mote, every single place that she could feel pain in was hurting, but it seemed to have...less an effect on her. It didn't feel like a thousand lawnmowers on every inch of skin, but it burned like being draped with a hot towel. When the burst of flame passed over her, still she stood firm, smoke and water vapour slowly rising off her reddened flesh.

Was it her Persona's doing? It must've been. It had to have been. The way the brown haired girl had screamed...the fire must've been hot enough to melt the skin off her bones.

But the girl still rose to her feet anyway, shaking and crying but still in one piece. The fire must've hurt but such a thing must work differently in this...strange place.

A strangled cry from behind her drew her attention to one of the boys, who was throwing his bag at the monster in frustration. Jeez, what was his problem? Izuki returned her attention to the monster, which was when two things happened simultaneously. One was a weird, blue, beehive like barrier raising itself around her brown haired teammate, and the other was a burst of water that engulfed the beast, causing it to roar and spasm in pain.

Water hurts it...but what about punching?

With a mighty roar, she charged forward and leaped into the air, her hands clasped tightly together.

"Hephaestus! Cleave!"

Again, the air above her rent itself in twain as the fiery dwarf god stepped forth. His machine arm raised in the air, and as she brought her fists down in a blistering overhead axe, he followed her movements with a devastating downward swing that slammed straight into head number three. She heard the sounds of bone cracking and snapping as she backed off, her Persona vanishing into the air. The monster pawed at its third head, then roared in pain.

Inside her, she felt slightly heavy. Tired. Was that...the cost of using a Persona? She didn't know, but what she did know was that she could take what the monster was dishing out.

Izuki placed herself just ahead of the brown haired girl and glanced back at her.

"Stay behind me, Tiny. Fire and shit don't hurt me as much as it hurts you."

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