"That ended up messier than I would have liked." The captain said as he used a scrap of a soldier's black uniform to wipe the blood from his sword. The light blue themed mansion hallway in front of him was littered with the bodies of Tronik's cohorts. Most had electrical burns and slash marks indicating where Renault dealt the killing blow. Others had bullet holes in the head and chest areas. These were few and far between as the captain tended to enjoy getting up close and personal with those that he deems as his prey.
He knew this mansion well, this was where he had stayed when his old pirate crew, the Tiranade, had controlled it. Though he was in the personal guard of the captain, a woman once infinitely his better, he was allowed to stay and sleep here. It was an honor that he was beyond honored having and he knew that he would have the honor again. He made his way down a set of stairs at the end of the hallway, away from the decomposing bodies behind him, and emerged from the dark corridor into the basement level where yet more guards awaited him. Four of them raised their rifles to fire at him, but Renault wasn't in the personal guard for no reason. He already had his rifle out and firing, planting a bullet in the chest of the first guard and cocking the lever to plant the next shots into the others in less than a second, before they even got a shot off even. He shouldered his weapon and stepped over their corpses. All throughout the mansion he had payed the same mercy to all those under Ulysses' underlings. Each had died quickly and proved to be a pathetic match to Renault. He had spent years slaughtering men and women across the traverse, all of which called themselves Lost Wolves. He had yet to meet one that could even pretend to put up a real fight. This did not mean that the captain underestimated any foe. He knew that at any point, the next fight he faces may be his last. He offers his enemies the same mercy they offer him: None.
Through the door, past the guards he had killed, was an underground landing bay. A
massive airship sat underneath, men and women loading supplies into it and rushing to prepare it for take off. They knew that the island was lost and was making off with whatever they could. At the front of the ship, surveying the operation, standing with his
2nd in command, was
Ulysses Tronik. Captain of the Lost Wolves pirate crew. Both turned towards him and took a step forward. Ulysses spoke, crossing his arms as he did so, a smile carving it's way across his face.
"Renault. So you're the one leading the charge. I thought I recognized my ship." Ulysses laughed after he finished.
"I see that you're acting as you always have, running away with your tail between your legs." Renault replied, drawing his sword.
"Ya wantin' me to finish this welp off, boss?" Barked the second in command, raising his arm cannons menacingly.
"No, Jessie. Go to the ship and take off. I shall finish him myself and catch up to you." The 2nd in command bowed his head and turned away, leaving the two captains to face one another. Ulysses flicked out his hand and a black hilt built itself from his hand, connecting itself bit by bit to form the hilt of a blade. He flicked his hand again and a longsword extended from the hilt, dark gray in color as as sharp as could be.
Without waiting, the two flew at each other and clashed blades, electricity sparking out from their swords, scorching the ground around them for but a few moments before they disconnected and swung at each other again, their blades clanging and sparking off of one another. They struck at one another, their blades clashing off of one another multiple times before Renault took a step back and jumped into the air to break through Ulysses' voltaic defense.
Smashing through his defense, Ulysses' blade was knocked down and he was left open for Renault's followup attack, slashing upward diagonally and ripping open his shirt and skin. Though metal wiring permeated much of Ulysses' skin, he was still human and as such he still bled as a human does. As he staggered back from Renault's assault, he was left bleeding profusely, though it did little to slow him down as Renault continued his attack and wouldn't let up. He struck out at Ulysses without mercy, forcing his foe back with every strike. Renault hit fast and hit hard, but his enemy was just as fast and feigned a defense, stepping to the side for a quick counter attack that left Renault with a deep gash up his right arm. He took a step back as Ulysses stepped forward, retracing the steps he had lost in the fight and forcing Renault back.
Determined not to lose ground, Renault blocked a strike and snapped into an underhanded elbow smash to Ulysses' chest. The wind knocked out of him, Ulysses bounded backwards to give him as much ground as he could to recover. Behind the duel, the ship had finished preparations at last and detached from the couplings that held the ship in place. It dropped out off the hanger and into the cloud sea below. Seeing that his ship was off, it was time for him too to be off. Grabbing a small round explosive from his belt, Ulysses threw it at Renault's feet. The bomb exploded into a cloud of stinging dust that blinded Renault right there. Sprinting past him, Ulysses jumped onto the railing and turned towards Renault as he came out of the smoke and recovered.
"So long, dear friend! Lets not wait too long to do this again!" Ulysses yelled before crossing his arms and falling backwards out of the hanger.
Renault, still trying to recover, sprinted at where Ulysses fell and looked down to see him standing on the deck of his ship, waving as the golden Gyroscope on his ship started to spin blindingly fast, emitting a golden light. Ignoring what he was seeing, Renault climbed onto the railing and jumped off, but he was just barely too late as the ship moved forward and he had to use the gliders from earlier to keep himself from falling into the sea. He tried to follow the ship, but was forced to witness the ship moving out over the cloud sea and, much to Renault's amazement, part the cloud sea. Ulysses looked back to see Renault trying to catch up with him and smiled as his ship, using some type of strange technology, descended into the safety of the clouds and escape from Renault's grasp.
"NO!" Screamed the captain as he wheeled upwards and caught a draft of air that sent him into the sky and back to the top of the island. When he landed he was greeted by several guards that tried to gun him down, but in his blind rage, he only saw the face of Ulysses on the Guards' necks. He let out his anger into their bodies with every slash of his blade with no care for his own safety. When they all had finally fallen, he sunk to the ground and smashed the pavement with his hand hard enough to break it.
"I HAD HIM! I. GOD. DAMN. HAD. HIM." He smashed his hand again and sat on his knees on the ground for what seemed like hours, the new bullet holes and gash on his arm bleeding severely.
"Damn him. Damn him to the lowest circles of hell. His little tricks will not stop me. If he thinks he can show his face here again...I'll rip him in half!" Renault yelled and stood up slowly. He was covered in blood streaks now, one could not tell if it was blood or liquid rage seeping from his wounds. He looked up to see the Dusicyon circling and was disappointed in the damage he saw in the hull, but it was not unexpected. He regained his composure and started to walk to the location of the eastern AA gun.
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