AND IT RAGES ON V (Ch. 129)

MINUTES PRIOR TO WARDEN'S ACTIONS

Yanick, Jayson and James, squaring off against MERCHANT's Abel, despite is inability to enact his Pseudo Domain he'd be much a challenge for the trio. The three waste no time, all empowering their various 'Force' arts and combination techniques, Abel follows suit, his ATTUNED arts empowered into being. 

With wordless familiarity Yanick takes point while James and Jayson blur to the flanks, Yanick's unified ATTUNED arts, Auxiliary included, overload reddening his skin slightly as his blood flow heightens and his already massive muscles bulge, Yanick blurs, a sharp axe kick, Abel mirrors Yanick's movement, hie superior advancement making up for his physical and technical deficiencies, Jayson already having blurred to his opponents left crashes a low spin blow into his rips, Abel allows Jayson's momentum carry him despite hus Defence very easily converting the impact to energy, James's 'Force' coated batton strikes his knees, the most in reaction being a slight vibration in the area, Abel transitions into a back kick but James very easily uses his unified ATTUNED arts centered on his Enforcer to propel himself away as Yanick's fist crashes at Abels face, the latters instinctive response to lean back and stamp his heel into Yanick's jaw as his fist hovers above his nose by inches, spinning while still in this motion his second legs heel crashes into Yanick's jaw bulleting him several meters, Jayson's uncharacteristic kick connects with his abdomen, his reply a double fisted palm which James blurs to defend, copying the Spearmaster's earlier actions as he detonates it in the opponents face while pulling Jayson aside. The three are back on their feet as fast as possible, quickly recovering as a small wave of 'Force' is released, Abel steps out, a smile on his face as a trail of blood drips out his left nostril, bluring to James's side, faster than the three had previously experienced, James's skull turns as he instinctively empowers his ATTUNED arts to full blast as Abel's ATTUNED arts centered on his striker moves to shatter his jaw, Jayson also holding Nothing back, despite his specialisation in speed his leg barely makes it in time to knick thr opponents elbow, the mass accompanied by the speed of his kick and James's desperate attempt at enacting his 'Force' Coating' 'out 'Force', barely shifting Abel's right handed blow a few inches of course to the right of James, far enough to miss James's skull by a hair's breath, but with Abel's Auxiliary empowered, : 'Re orientation', a technique that enables the user recenter their five senses, He simply locks his elbow while twisting his torso, his hand crashes against the auburn haired teen's skull like a sledgehammer, the following scene the sight of a body blown to the side like a ragdoll, and several dozen meters away is James, unconscious, with the red of blood mixed with the red grown of his hair, blood gushing out the side of his skull, even with his advancement, it'd be a wonder if he'd survive.

"JAMESSS!!!" Yanick roars 

"Ja..mes" Jayson calls with widened eyes, unable to find his voice, fury beholds him as he empowers his Auxiliary into his three fold Combination technique holding his Striker, Enforcer and Auxiliary, he blurs crashing his fists viciously into his unresponsive opponent, the fist cracking Abel's jaw back, the second straight to his plexus, the third viciously into his liver, the fourth to his Adam's apple, the fifth to his lungs, Abel's reply?, A knifed palm stretched out in the form of a hand shake, one inch punch, Jayson's is flung in a backflip as his head connects with asphalt, his state only mildly better than his companion. At the risk of destroying his body, Yanick in a fit of Rage centers his 'Force' in his right as he clatters his blow in an uppercut into Abel's jaw. Despite the characteristics held by his 'Force' arts his already strained body is rattled at the brain, he staggers back ward, a following blow to his chin as him dropping with a spray of blood, his lips bruised and bloodied, Yanick lays into him relentlessly, roaring as the blows keep on coming, Abel detonates his remaining 'Force', flinging the muscled teen away as his consiousness fades. Yanick finds feet, blood dripping down the side if his face, covering his left eye as he staggers to Abel's form.

Konan who'd been surveying the battle is interrupted by a subordinate's call,

"Konan",

"Yeah?" He answers turning to his crew member,

"There's a white Mercedes approaching the battle ground",

"MERCHANTS?" He questions,

"Most likely, might be their boss",

"I doubt it, if it is...", (Then that would meen we've already lost this war, that snake would never appear here himself unless he's certain of victory) Konan mules,

"Whatever it is I'm sure the guys can handle it" Konan mules turning the focus to vehicle, (i hope).

The white Mercedes comes to a halt just shy of two combatants, stepping out of the car is Dexter, by his side the two traitorous Mercanery hall members, and most ominously a young man seeming to be in his early twenties, with long black hair and in a similar coloured suit shirt, a big similarly coloured coat hung on his shoulders, the arms of the suit flapping wildly with the suits end at the below of wind. Donned in a white oni mask embroidered with red designs, his gaze scannes the battlegrounds.

"Recover them first" Dexter commands, with no visible acknowledgement he blurs, sighting Yanick about to resume his previous assault a simple stamp against his plexus bullets him a hundred plus feet, the hit caving in his entire rib cage, his status as a Shifter as well as his instinctive will to live keeps his Enforcer art empowered despite being unconscious, slowing his recovery, but preventing his own body from collapsing on itself.

Picking Abel then Cain he blurs to Dexter's side, dropping the two with little care, 

"Their leader, Duke Wade" Dexter states showing him a picture. The young man clutches his head in what seemed like pain, Dexter nods to the middle aged mercanery hall member in spandex, seeing this he steps forward with a kit in hand, taking the young man's arm as he pulls his shirt sleeve aside, pulling a syringe out he punctures a plain bottle containing clear liquid, drawing from the liquid he fills the syringe to it's halfway point before finding a vein then injecting it into his bloodstream.

"Duke Wade" Dexter calls again, showing him the picture as he watches his expression, next he pulls out another picture, "Raven Voss" he calls again, "they are target priority, neutralise" Dexter orders, wind rippling past him as this GOC moves to execute.

(Finally, i can put this war to rest) Dexter sighs inwardly,

"Sir!" The driver calls as he exits, 

"What's the matter?" Dexter questions,

"There's a large number of vehicles approaching the vicinity" he states frantically,

"Their origin?" He questions calmly,

"Unidentified, they did seem to be all donned in gray suits" he follows watching Dexter's face harden, waisting no time he pulls his phone out ringing a number, on the third ring the person picks up, 

"It's show time" he states.

A similarly situation occurs in Konan's van, having been alerted of the intruders but unaware of their origin,

(Not a single thing can seem to go right) he ponders in irritation,

"Which one are you?" He questions watching the vehicles and the teens in gray suits rapidly arrive,

"Friend or Foe?" He questions.