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"They cursed at the same time with the same life-giving verb" Hilarious.

Nice chapter. Much tension and wit, plus some good humor and heartwarmth. Hope I show up soon.
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"They cursed at the same time with the same life-giving verb" Hilarious.

I agree. Never heard it described like that before.

Good chapter.
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Awesome story, Leon. As always. Continue soon?
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Great chapter. Keep it up, and all taht junk...
Still not enough Bosco. <_<
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Your face doesn't have enough Bosco.

Chapter 20

It was still dark. The moon was high in the sky, giving off the moonlight through a window in a dark room. The room was large. The room was the Great Library of Fef, a very powerful building with equally powerful security in some restricted parts in the area. This one room had the most powerful security, and the lights were off. But now, they were turned on.

Psio, one of the Leaders of Fef, had entered the room. It looked like any small, normal library, with shelves and shelves of books. The entrance had a computer set up on a desk. Psio sat down on the leather chair and typed in a few codes, then had the computer scan his eye and index finger.

The computer beeped, and Psio could hear the intelligent computer grant him access to the room.

Psio felt better after he felt the invisible psynergy-powered security system turn off in this room. Only those who had extremely strong sense of psynergy could even sense the system had been running. He entered now, looking through the library’s shelves as he walked down the aisles. This was mandatory, usually. He had to check if everything was still there. If any book was missing, well…he was a Leader of Fef because he owned and secured the Fef Official Library, which held very important documents. Psio was more than likely the most intelligent member of the four, if not in all of Fef.

Psio was aware of Rock’s attempted assassination weeks ago. Someone would take a shot at the General of Fef, and almost kill. Rock was lucky that he was strong, and that the bullet missed a vital spot by inches. Psio had taken extra security measures during those weeks, with a couple bodyguards around him and all. Tonight though, he felt that he was safe again. Rock was almost due out of the hospital wing at the Military base. He probably had extended his stay there as long as he could – Rock didn’t act lazy, but if he could get off from working, he would. Psio knew his friend’s qualities.

“Hm?” Psio looked over his shoulder. He had heard a breeze pass by, or something of the sort. It felt eerie to him. Then, he heard footsteps. Footsteps like tap-dancing, they were quite sharp. “Hello?” Psio called.

No one should be here at this time. No one should be here at anytime, without any certification or anything like that. Psio put his back to one of the book shelves, and drew a small revolver in one hand from one of his pockets. At least, it looked like a revolver.

The footsteps stopped. Psio looked at each side of the aisle, saw nobody. He was at the middle of the shelf, holding the pistol with both his hands, pointing it at the sky. He kept his breathing steady and slow. He knew that whoever had entered this room knew he was here. The lights were on, the security system off, and he had called them earlier. Either a deaf person had entered, or someone wanted business.

Then, he heard something break the silence. Psio looked up above. A figure was atop the shelves, somehow. Without Psio hearing him leap there. The Fef Leader raised his gun and fired. Instead of a bullet being released, a fireball was fired from the barrel. Psio’s psynergy was lightly absorbed for the shot, and up went the fireball, the size of a baseball going much faster than a fastball.

The figure looked like he had teleported when he leapt to the top of the other shelf, he was so fast. The fireball however, had made its target. It curved and followed Psio’s attacker. The unspoken one quickly noticed the speed of this homing device, and leapt down to the floor in front of Psio, and fired a bolt of psynergy at the fireball.

The Fireball exploded with great energy. As if it were a small atomic bomb. It did no damage to the shelves of Psio, but the man took heavy, unexpected damage. The man was flown back and his back smashed into one of the book shelves.

Psio leapt to the side, then back and back again to get out of range from this dangerous man. "The documents here are guarded with protective psynergy around the clock. My psynergy, no one's psynergy, can destroy it. Can't say the same thing about you." Psio pointed the revolver at the man.

Psio had no idea who this man was. He had never seen him before in his life. He wore a white, dirty scarf around his neck, covering his mouth and lower face. The upper was covered by what appeared to be a small turban. In the end, all you could see on his face was his eyes. His eyes, that looked determined. Even after taking a strong hit. Psio wasn’t sure how, but he felt energy from them.

The clothing the man wore was a robe with many pale colors. Some gray, some white, some black. Psio noticed the braggart and rifle wrapped around his back perpendicular to each other, making an X. The rifle had a scope on it, with many other tools on it. Psio figured it was for shooting from afar. The Fef Leader however, still had questions unanswered, “Who are you!?”

“Your executioner.” He grumbled. He kept his eyes locked at Psio, while laying still on the ground, leaning against the shelf.

“With all corny lines aside, who are you.” Psio rolled his eyes.

“You don’t recognize? Your friend is lucky he survived the bullet – if the so called Legendary Hero did not interrupt me, I would’ve fired another shot to finish him.”

“So you are the one who attempted to kill Rock?” Psio asked, “And Legendary Hero? You can’t mean Rusticious. He disappeared many years ago.”

“Do I look like one who would make lies that do nothing for me?”

“Well, if that were a lie, it would cover for your attempt on assassinating Rock. Either Rusticious really did stop you, or you were just too bad a shot to send a second bullet at the General.”

“He speaks the truth.”

Psio felt chills travel up his spine. The voice came from above him, a whisper. He did quickly recognize this voice, however, “What are you doing here. What is your connection with this man?”

“Connection? You still don’t get it, Psio?”

“People call me a genius. You also. I get irked when I don’t know what is happening around me.”

“Well, maybe it will all become clear if I tell you this little number…” Psio felt the voice get closer to his ear, and whisper. Psio gasped, his face turned white when he heard the answer. This was uncharacteristic of him. He had never felt fear like this before. “Y-You!!”

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“DeBunny!” Phil ran into a hospital room, where a girl was occupying a hospital bed. She looked healthy, just had a couple tubes in her. She looked up as she saw the hunk, Phil enter her room. The man looked concerned, “A-Are you alright!?”

“I’m fine, Phil.” She said calmly.

“I heard about an accident, so I came as fast as I could…”

“O-Oh…” She then bit her lower lip, and turned her face away from the concerned Phil. He raised an eyebrow, “Hun? What’s wrong?”

“There was no accident, Phil…I…my…m…” She stumbled getting the words out of her mouth, searching through her mind to find what to say. Phil ran over to the other side of the bed to make eye contact with her. She tilted her eyes away to avoid his own. “What is it, Bun-hun?”

Yeah, that is a really bad nick-name for his girlfriend.

“Phil…There was no accident. My water broke.”

Phil was shocked. So much he couldn’t keep his weight, he fell down to his knees and held her hands, “O-Oh my god! You’re pregnant!? Why, how…”

“How couldn’t you tell, Phil?” DeBunny asked. Her tummy was rising up under her sheets that it looked like a small mountain. Phil blinked, “Well, I…um…I just thought…”

“You thought I just got fat?”

“Yeah.”

“God. And I was feeling sorry for you.” She turned away again. Phil raised his eyebrow again, “What? What do you mean?”

“Phil, the baby isn’t yours. It’s Cyrus’s.”

Phil gasped. His throat became very dry suddenly. His world around him was spinning, he couldn’t input all of this at one time. He gagged, looking up to DeBunny, “Are…are you serious!? Why!? Why would you do that!?”

“Because…Oh, Phil…”

“DeBunny, I’m sure you know already, but it was just a false alarm. That baby isn’t coming out today.” The door opened, with a young doctor entering the scene. Phil stood up, enraged as he read the doctor’s name-tag, ‘Dr. Cyrus.’

“W-Why you!! You’ll pay for this!!” Phil ran over to the other side of the bed before Cyrus recognized the aggravated boyfriend, and was slammed in the face with Phil’s fist. “BASTARD!!”

“Oh, Phil!!” Rock wept, holding a handkerchief in one hand, wiping a tear from his eye. The General was watching a Soap Opera on the TV in an actual hospital room, his own personal one that was heavily guarded around the clock. It was late night, but the General was watching the Soap Opera network for a The Young and The Horny marathon. He was a big fan of it. He wiped his face, turning red, “DeBunny, you bitch! H-How could you do that to Phil? Oh God, he has feelings, too!”

A speaker buzzed, atop a desk beside Rock’s bed. Rock coughed and turned down the volume on his feminine show with a remote. He pushed the button on the speaker, “Yes?”

“General, Lt Apocalypse, Lt Bryars and Major Pendant are here to see you.” A guard reported, standing outside of his room.

“Send them in.” Rock answered. He quickly threw the box of tissues in the trash, and switched the TV to ESPN. Yeah. Football. That's the masculine stuff he liked.

“Yes, sir.”

The door buzzed, and Bryars opened the unlocked door and entered with the other two officers. He held the door for the other two, Pendant dashed by him and was at Rock’s bed and started a serious conversation with him after she saluted.

Apocalypse took the time to sniff the flowers, literally. He was at a long desk that had hundreds of get-well cards and flowers signed by much of the Military staff and citizens of Fef. All of which were checked thoroughly by the Military for dangerous devices, of course.

Apocalypse opened a card and read it, it was from Marcus, surprisingly. This one must have been checked over many times. It was made out of blue construction paper, and Marcus had used crayons. He must’ve done this at a recess time during his stay at the jail. The cover had a sketch of Marcus and Zephyr laughing in jail suits, with words on the bottom saying, “WE HEARD OF YOUR ACCIDENT, POOR YOU. BUT, IT COULD’VE BEEN WORSE.”

Apocalypse opened the card, and he saw excessive use of the red crayon. There was Rock, getting shot in the head by a sniper from only a couple feet away, “COULD’VE BEEN A HEAD-SHOT. AND YOU’D BE DEAD. DON’T DIE ON US, OLD MAN. WE DO THE ASSASSINATIONS. AROUND HERE.

~With Dearest Love, Marcus & Zephyr”

Apocalypse sighed and put the card back on the shelf. At least they were creative.

“Major, do you not trust the choice that I and the other three leaders had made as Colonel of our Military?” Rock asked. Apocalypse turned around, seeing Pendant and Rock start to get into a heated conversation. The windows beyond them were fully bulletproof, with many layers protecting it. They were also one-way glass, the other side was pitch black.

Apocalypse turned his attention to the conversation rather than the windows.

“I guess that’s what it comes down to.”

“Why do you not trust our Colonel. He is extremely skilled at both tactics, Intel, and of course, fighting skills. He even matches our past Colonel in that. I do not see anything wrong with Colonel Reaver.”

“Sir, he’s much too aggressive about the way he goes about things. He had told all of us that he would stage the execution, but instead, when I studied the tape with as little time as Lt Colonel Gojira gave me, those bullets were going for Zephyr and Marcus’s heads, sir.”

Rock scratched his nose, looking up at the wall beyond Pendant, as if he was reading a line to say that was written there. “And your proof that those bullets would strike the convicts?”

“Sir, I’ve been leading this CSI ever since it was established—“

“Yes, I know of your experience in the field, Major.” Rock interrupted her, “But until you get solid proof I will not warn or discharge Reaver as I did Jaffar. Jaffar was given many chances. As much as I liked the man, he had to go.”

“Because the other leaders were pressuring you to do so?”

“Because the entire city’s trust in the military was pressuring me to do so, Major. Back down.” Rock ordered, looking a little irritated. “I certainly hope that you didn’t come in here just to criticize me.”

“Sir, I am criticizing Colonel Reaver’s actions, not yours. I came in here to get permission to recover that security tape to—“

“You come in here starting that argument, expecting me to grant you access to—“ Rock stopped himself, then blinked a couple times. He looked like he was re-playing Pendant’s statement in his head a couple times, “Permission to recover a security tape? Why do you need permission for something like that?”

“…Lt Colonel Gojira told me that I needed your permission to view the tape, sir.”

“Lt Colonel Gojira is mistaken. You are a Major, and Apocalypse and Bryars are Lts in this military. If you want a simple security tape, by all means, get it if you wish.”

“Sir, are you sure?” Bryars asked, walking into the conversation.

“Who are you talking to. I’m the General here – of course I know what I’m talking about.”

“Then that means—!!” Pendant spun around and started for the door, but stopped. She saw one of the last people she wanted to right now. Gojira. The Lt Colonel had just recently entered, looking unsatisfied as he saw the trio with Rock. “Major. Lieutenants.”

Apocalypse and Bryars gave a slight, half-assed salute that barley even went past their necks. Looked more like a half-wave than a salute. Pendant didn’t bother to move her arm at all.

“Lt Colonel, do you know how to knock?” Rock asked.

“I apologize, General. But I have urgent news.” Gojira said as he saluted.

“It had better be good.”

“The Great Library that is owned by Leader Psio has had a security alarm go off. It isn’t a drill or a bug.”

“Any more info?” Rock asked. His tone was a bit higher, but he wasn’t so amazingly concerned to stand on his feet.

“Leader Psio is in the building, sir.”

“Get our best men over there, now!!” Rock ordered, “I want them there yesterday, you got that!?”

“Yes, sir!” Gojira saluted again, then dashed out the door. Apocalypse looked over at Pendant and Bryars, fairly surprised. “The Great Library? Aren’t the rooms that Leader Psio check the top notch security systems of the date?”

“Yes. And they’re working.” Bryars nodded.

“When I said our best men, that included you three.” Said General Rock, “All of you, get over there pronto!”

“Yes, sir!”
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...:0!!

Oh the suspense. Amazing chapter, from the crayon'd card to the soap operas.
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Another amazing chapter.
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@Reaver: Me grammer is better than ur post count newbie.

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Excellent, though I would have liked a bit more action. Still, a superb chapter. Again, eagerly awaiting my entrance, which will hopefully be soon. (hint, hint)
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heh nice Leon, you know when I was like 5 I used to watch Soaps
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heh nice Leon, you know when I was like 5 I used to watch Soaps

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Nice stuff, Leon.
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Very nice fanfiction. My only complaint is I'm not in it. But Kudos for making it entertaining XD.
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cool story bro


When I'm in it, you know it's good. B)

Keep it up, ur fics are allways good and stuff.
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Good stuff.

Psio better own this noob. ;)
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Chapter 21


Marcus and Bosco were walking down a sidewalk in Fef alone. They passed under another streetlamp, and another small mini-mart. This one was famous for many robberies, but it didn’t look like Marcus was interested in that, as he didn’t even glance at the register inside. The former military private felt relieved that of all the crooks he had to work with, it was one who did not do petty thief work.

Bosco leered at the air in front of him. He could hear the sound of a man’s moaning in the alleyway, from the pleasurable acts of a female prostitute. Marcus stopped walking as he saw Bosco look that way. Bosco stopped as well. Marcus made a thin smile, “Irritated?”

“Is that man a boon? I wish to silence him.”

“Whoa, buddy. For someone so small, you got a lot of killing in you. Kinda creepy.” Marcus giggled, “But no. He isn’t one. Why? Interested in killing boons? In giving peace to this world from them?”

“Not really. I just get annoyed easy nowadays, for some reason.” Bosco simply said, “I don’t even know what boons really are. The Military just told me that they’re labels that you give to the people you don’t like, but…it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“Oh dear, how could you tell? It wasn’t that obvious, was it?” Marcus frowned.

“You have never called Colonel Jaffar a boon, but you don’t seem to have the best relationship with him. And that one Yzarc person we saw at the club…when I was in the same room with him, I felt like my psynergy was sapping away…but when you killed him, that feeling disappeared.”

Marcus looked down at Bosco, with that same smile on. He then glanced in front of him, then continued walking to get out of earshot from anyone around him. Bosco followed. “Well, Mr. Bob first discovered boons. He and Zephyr are searching for them right now, as we speak. What you saw at the club was not only a defeated boon, but the bottom of the bucket.”

“Boons have abilities like psynergy-sapping?”

“Not all of them, they have more dangerous abilities. I can’t speak freely about these things, you see. They can be hearing me right now, not that I fear them…I simply don’t feel like getting ambushed tonight.” Marcus then snapped his neck to the building next to him, only to see a drape covering a window. He then switched subjects quickly, “Boons are not human. They act it, look it, believe they are, even though many of them believe they are human and do not know of their heritage. But there are some that know what they are, and they’re the dangerous ones…

Bob made a mistake. He hired me and this other man to kill the boons, all of them. Me and he were all-famous assassins for hire. But the military could never lay a hand on us, we were just too good. The three of us, me, Zephyr, and him, we were truly the best of the best.”

“What happened to this person?”

“Why, shucks. I never thought I’d see such a sorry man wander down the streets with a youngin’ as an apprentice.”

Marcus halted before a pub entrance, and had his hand on the hilt of his sword as a reaction, “Oh? And just who do you think you are?” He looked around for the source of the voice, “Then again, run if you want. I will find you. You heard our conversation." His serious look turned to a smile, "I’m going to have to kill you now.”

“Aw, Marcus. Yah’d really snag an old fella like me?” The Southern accent asked. The source stepped out, leaning against a wall inside the entrance of Greth’s Pub. He had a tanned and worn cowboy hat on, the shadow over his face was large because of the size of it. It was a bit larger than a normal one. He wore a large cape around him, covering his entire torso. It was the same color and condition as his hat. Weathered jeans completed the cowboy attire, and even cowboy boots to match.

Bosco knew he must have dual revolvers within the vest, he could sense the earth bullets there.

Marcus stood silently with his jaw wide open. He quickly but casually released his grip on his sword, “Why, speak of the devil! Mind Bomber, MB, whatever, where have you been!? I thought me or Zephyr accidentally killed you!”

“This is the guy you were talking about?” Bosco asked the rhetorical question that he didn’t want answered. He didn’t expect him to look like this – he was expecting some built, but stealthy and ninja-like man to have been the third seed of Anti-Boon. Not some lean cowboy with a crazy accent.

“Oh, yes. Bosco, meet Mind Bomber, Mind Bomber, meet Bosco.” Marcus made the quick introduction, “Bosco is a good pal of mine that helped me and Zephyr out in the cells. Good lad, he is.”

“Why did you leave Marcus and Zephyr?” Bosco ignored Marcus, quickly accusing Mind Bomber. The cowboy shrugged.

“Well, to make a long story short, Ah had ta leave Margus an’ Zephy for a little while. I jus’ didn’t have the heart to go an’ kill someone that I owe ma life to.”

“Kill? You didn’t have to kill him.” Marcus chuckled.

“Either kill or be killed is in his book. But I heard of the poor fella’s little spill, so I don’t have to worry about that, huh?” Mind Bomber smiled, “Yah got an open spot?”

“Of course.” Marcus nodded, “The rest of Anti-Boon is in the Military Jail anyway. We could get as much help as needed.”

“Good. I didn’t like them nubs anyway.”

“Hey, they weren’t nu—ok, they were. But that’s what I loved about them!” Marcus giggled. “But how have you been? Drinking, I see.”

“Hey, hey. We can’t have no chit-chat. Save that for later.” Mind Bomber did as Marcus did before. Change uncomfortable subjects quickly. “We gots us a rampagin’, says the newslady on TV. Great Library. I hear that security there has been broken. I smell boon, I do.”

“Hey, if you’re so uneasy about your drinking problems, you can just tell me.”

“Gah! Enough insultin’ an old friend, alright? Let’s just get going, I know this seems awkward, but—“

“Great Library?” Bosco interrupted him, “What are you talking about?”

“Why, the big ol’ Library that mister Psio owns. The big buildin’ with all the books.” Mind Bomber gave his intelligent answer.

“Psio owns it? This has to be a large-scale and well-planned attack, then.” Bosco stared off towards space, dazing off. “Maybe…maybe it’s them.” He looked up at Mind Bomber, “Where is this place?”

“Where is it? Why, I’ll take all of yous there instead of jus’ showin’.”

Mind Bomber then did a couple twirls of the fingers, and psynergy flowed around him. Next thing Bosco knew, he felt a slight upsetting feeling in his stomach. Then the trio had disappeared from the spot.

Meanwhile, in Greth’s bar, a man was peeking through the window onto the streets, hiding behind a large drape. After he saw the flash of light, he turned from the window and towards the bar. “We’re moving.”

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In the Great Library, the turban man was dashing down the unpopulated, dark halls. He was sweating, and breathing heavily. Fatigue obviously had taken its course. Psio’s planned assassin, successful or not, dashed past shelves and shelves of books to reach the exit, which was on the other side of the building. The security alarms were blaring in his ears, and as he stepped into the next room, red alarm lights were all over, as if he had just entered a dancing club. Thankfully, he had bypassed the rooms where all the dangerous traps were.

Some blood was on his white turbans. He cursed that they would be stained if he didn’t get them washed eventually. But the top priority in this situation was to get out, and the only exit he knew of was in the next couple of rooms. The windows are probably secured with lasers or something, the Turban man figured.

He exited this room, then entered another with the same red-alarm lights and the alarm system echoing behind him. This room looked more like a museum, it was long and had statues around the walls, and pictures to go with them. The middle was empty, just a clean, waxed wooden floor. At the end was a door, which he figured would lead to the exit. Turban-Man ran down the room for his long-waited destination, but quickly changed his mind and stopped the run.

The door was flung open violently, and a man with a drawn katana slung over his shoulder stood in the doorway. It was Apocalypse all in his military uniform, Bryars stood behind him. Bryars looked over Apocalypse’s shoulder to see the Turban Man, “Hey! We came as soon as we heard the alarms! Everything ok here?”

“Bryars, this guy is definitely not wearing the standard security guard attire.” Apocalypse pointed out.

“Oh. Wait, who the hell are you, then!? Must be the burglar!”

“Buddy, drop your weapons, or we’re gonna drop ‘em for you.” Apocalypse warned, his grip on the katana getting tighter.

The turban man didn’t even blink from the threat. Instead of dropping his weapons, he grabbed the loaded rifle, aimed it, and squeezed the trigger at the pair in the doorway.

Apocalypse rolled his eyes, as if anyone ever listened to his generosity. He collected his psynergy and summoned an earth wall to stand in the way between him and the bullet. When the bullet hit, the earth wall froze over, and quickly became a large crystal. Apocalypse narrowed his eyes, “Psynergy bullets!?”

“These things are rare. You don’t think—“

“Don’t know, but this guy is dangerous. Keep your guard up!” Apocalypse warned Bryars, both of them put their backs against the crystallized wall with their katanas drawn, “Cover me!”

Apocalypse then leapt to the side, and ran towards the Turban man, currently equipped with a scoped-rifle. The Turban man simply pulled the trigger again, and a bullet sparking electricity flew at the Lieutenant. But this time, a water veil stood in front of Apocalypse, and took the bullet. The splashing water then became a veil of lightning and sparks, but still protected Apocalypse from bullets, as dangerous as it was.

He continued to run, as the Turban man continued to fire bullets of different elements. Each one getting eaten by the veil and turning it into different colors. The Turban Man bit his lip and threw his rifle at Apocalypse, who got the tough end of it in his face as it crashed through the water shield, somehow.

The Turban man then drew his katana, glowing with many different colored gems. He started to dash forward, but had somehow tripped and landed flat on his face. He looked down at his feet, and saw wind-psynergy binding his ankles. He cursed silently and chopped the psynergy-rope with his katana, then rolled over and leapt up to his feet.

There, he saw one of his attackers. A young female in a military outfit. The man felt his pride crushed, “Of all things…a woman?”

“What was that?” Pendant growled.

“You heard me, woman.”

“If there’s one thing I hate…” Pendant clenched her fist, which itself started to grow a broil. “IT’S SEXIST MALE MORONS!!” She then pointed both her palms at the Turban Man, and released her anger. Via psynergy.

An electric bolt that was the size of a Hummer (not the Mini ones) zoomed in at the Turban Man with powerful speed and…power. The Turban Man leered at it, not intimidated at all. He didn’t budge as it came, but instead got into his battle stance, ready to attack it. Pendant couldn’t believe the man’s stupidity, but soon realized she couldn’t believe his skill, either. He slashed at the Hummer Bolt, and he ripped a slash in it, and it spread through the whole psynergy attack, nullifying it.

Pendant was stunned. She had never seen such a thing happen before in her life. But she was about to get a double dose of it. The man slashed at the open air, and out came her Hummer Bolt. She had no time to react. This time it was much faster than she had summoned it.

It crashed into her, making her nervous system go haywire. She screamed and fell to the floor, having a small seizure. The attack was so strong, her body had became temporary electrified. An electric ray sparked around her right arm, then her leg. She was out. The Turban Man predicted death.

Suddenly, the Turban Man grit his teeth harshly. He felt blood stain his robes up on his right shoulder. He felt his inside muscles up there being exposed to the air. Hell, he felt a freakin’ sword strike his flesh and dig in, and hit the bone.

“You bastard!!” Bryars cried, digging the blade in tighter.

The Turban Man growled. This Lieutenant had striked his sword arm. He grabbed the sword, blade and all, and pulled it out of his shoulder. He had now cut his own hand, bleeding as well as his shoulder. Bryars yelled as he tried pushing the sword back in, but this guy was determined. He was surprised his thumb hadn’t been cut off yet.

Bryars jumped back, slipping the sword out of this man’s hands. He then came in again, going for the legs. Although the Turban man’s sword arm was dead, his hand was not. He flicked his wrist and both swords collided against each other. Bryars pushed in, but was amazed at the amount of strength this man had in his wrist alone. He couldn’t budge the sword at all. He gave a few more strikes, upper and middle body parts as targets. Each strike blocked by the flick of a wrist.

Bryars jumped back. He was amazed at this man’s resistance with just one arm, one arm that was not his sword arm. He looked over to his side, and saw Apocalypse get back on his feet, holding his forehead which would soon swell up. “D-Damn…”

A large rock crashed through one of the windows. Then, a man crashed through it. He rolled in a cartwheel as he landed on the floor, then stood on his feet. Garb covering face, katana drawn, Hystrix glared at the Turban Man, “Lt. Bryars and Lt. Apocalypse. You take that side, you take that side, I take this side. Triangle-attack ‘em. Always works.”

“Got it, Lt. Hystrix.”

The three surrounded the man, forming a triangle. The Turban Man didn’t resist, or move at all. Just stood there bleeding with sword in hand. Keeping his eyes on each Officer.

“This is your last warning. Resist and be cut down, or drop your weapon and come quietly with us.” Hystrix warned.

“Choices. Hm.” The Turban Man chuckled, then stabbed his sword in the ground, and held the hilt of it.

“Surrendering?” Bryars asked.

“Quite the opposite.” The Turban Man said, with a hidden smile underneath the scarf. Psynergy flowed, and went from his hands to the sword, to the floor. The floor at their feet shook, and before the officers knew it, they were binded to the ground by heavy, tight earthen vines.

Hystrix didn’t believe it. He had never seen an attack so swift and sudden.

“Now, I believe you were asking me if I would surrender or not…”

Hystrix looked up, seeing the Turban Man pointing his sword at Hystrix’s head. “I chose my decision. What’s yours?”

“As if I have a choice in the matter.”

“Smarter than you look.” The Turban Man said with a calm voice. He stood in front of the broken window that Hystrix broke through. The broken glass was all over the floor here. The Turban Man gave a small chuckle and put his foot on Hystrix’s head, and pushed. The broken glass was pushed into his cheek that was on the ground. He bit his lip from the bitter pain.

“Which do you prefer.” The Turban Man used his psynergy, and the rifle flew from the ground into his unoccupied hand. “Bullet or blade.”

“Just kill me already, sissy.”

“You’re not worth the bullet,” The Turban Man then twirled the katana with his fingers, and pointed the tip at the skull of Hystrix.

“Don’t you dare move.”

The Turban Man stopped. He heard the sound of a shotgun getting pumped. He grunted, then turned his head behind him. There, he saw a group of four with their weapons drawn and ready. It was Jaffar’s group. Neo exhaled the smoke in his mouth that he had inhaled from the cigarette. He kept his shotgun steady, the barrel pointed right at the Turban Man.

“Who are you.” Jaffar ordered.

“The will of God.”

“Give me a break. The guy who can take out four Ranking Officers in the military always has to be insane.” Garet sighed, “Can never just be some guy like you read in the comic books.”

“Speaking to God on a one-way radio. These guys are riots.” Leon had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He lazily pointed one pistol at the Turban Man.

“Jaffar. Former Colonel of the Fef Military.” The Turban Man leered, still pointing his sword at Hystrix.

“Don’t feel smart just because you’re one of many who know me.”

“If I was not in such a critical state, I would kill you right now.”

“Your ego is almost as disgusting as your get-up.” Jaffar sighed, but kept his guard up, ready to grab his sword at any time. “I’m sure this is not the first time you’ve heard this tonight, but drop your weapons before I beat you over the head with it.”

“Was that supposed to be funny?” Garet whispered to Neo, who shrugged in response. “Was kinda on the badass level.”

The Turban Man fell silent. He was going through the situation he was in, and what was the best plan to go by at this point. He surveyed the area, and his body. He knew he would be unable to destroy the elite group, let alone just Jaffar with an injured arm. He glanced at Hystrix at his foot, who didn’t look scared at all.

“Drop them and sit down.”

Psio was at the opposite doorway that Apocalypse and Bryars had entered through. The Fef Leader was injured and bruised. Blood over his suit, black and blue face, he had taken many hits. He held his revolver, pointed at the Turban Man, “You have nowhere to run.”

This did it. The Turban Man knew he was out manned now. He glanced at the broken window before him, and Jaffar immediately ordered Neo to, “Fire, now!!”

The Turban Man leapt up to the window and was gone, as Neo’s bullets smashed into the wall. Down he went, a couple stories down. Jaffar rushed to the window and looked down.

He gave a, “Hmph.” As he saw that the man had survived the two-story drop. Down he ran, down the alley. Jaffar then saw a few figures teleport at the end of the alley. He recognized one as Bosco, the other two as… “So he’s back.”

Turban Man confronted the three, but decided to use his psynergy to create a massive earthquake instead of starting another battle.

When it was over, Neo looked over Jaffar’s shoulder and saw a large hole in the ground. The three figures stood there, dazed. Neo lit another cigarette and threw the old one out the window, “Ah. The classic sewer escape.”
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