New World, Same Violence (4/4)

I couldn't just leave her by herself. Noro had stepped between me and the berserker, not to take the fight alone, but because she wished to protect me.

She acted just like a hero. Perhaps she was one of them? While she is much stronger than a normal human, to the point I would give her a hero's strength, Noro didn't exactly strike me as a very smart person, at least not to the extent of the War hero I fought in the past.

Or maybe you haven't given her the chance to prove herself yet? Not that it mattered, she was still fighting and didn't seem to be making any headway into damaging this guy's skin.

Placing my body low, going down to my knees, and yanking the rifle from the corpse's hands. It met a little resistance but I was easily able to take it.

Looking into the optics, I gave a slight whistle in the confines of my mind, this sight was a good one. Clean, great zoom and the clicks already had been set to the correct position of the fight.

This woman must have had some military experience, not that it mattered in the end.

Looking into the optics, I analyze the target.

His skin is hard, to the point that Noro who has been casually destroying cement and bending metal is having a hard time getting past.

He also gained proportional strength to the amount of blood he drank, but that gave me pause.

If he gained strength by drinking blood, and his entire body was red, it meant that the blood was somehow circulating around his body and acting as an overall enhancement.

His eyes were still white, sure they were bloodshot, but that was normal after taking whatever coked-up medicine he injected himself with to get this abnormal strength and durability.

I had my target, taking a deep breath, and all thoughts cascaded down my mind like water. Everything flows out of my head like sand through my fingers.

There was only one purpose, and that was to kill him.

A perfect moment was needed. And Noro gave it.

Using the momentum of one of his punches, the fist coming from below and targeting her jaw, Noro threw herself up and then grabbed onto a traffic light. Using it as some kind of bizarre slingshot to throw herself even faster towards Crimson, her deranged smile didn't help.

I could feel his surprise form all the way over here, the way his eyes widened, and how he hastily threw his hands up to protect himself.

It wasn't enough, using a lamppost she ripped off the ground, Noro skewered right into his arms, bypassing his skin's toughness through sheer force, and slammed it down on the ground, effectively nailing him to the streets.

A part of me felt my heart quicken, that uncomfortable sensation returning briefly. A larger part of me took the opportunity, where the red giant was staying still, paralyzed by pain, to aim down and suck in air through the mouth.

I wasn't there anymore, I was now the bullet, the rapid spinning silver shining that flew out of the anti-material rifle, soaring through the air in a perfect shot.

Crimson didn't even see it coming, until the bullet went right through his right eye, destroying everything that was inside his head.

His corpse dropped to the ground, dead to the world.

Suddenly I was back in my body and drew in a deep breath.

I had to go, having wasted enough time fighting these two.

It was, however, amusing to watch as Noro looked around in confusion and annoyance at having her fight interrupted.

While I would have liked to go down and regroup back with Noro, unfortunately, right now time was not on my side. Already, judging by the sun, fifteen to twenty minutes have passed since I entered this world, and that is way too much time lost.

Without thinking I took hold of the sniper holster, a large case to the side, and hazardly threw the gun in there, I could easily strap it into my upper back, next came the grenades. With this, my current ammunition of bombs went from two to eight.

A bit encumbered by the weight, but it was nothing I couldn't deal with.

Without even thinking about it, I jumped down from the three-story building, the streets below me would have broken my legs even if I fell correctly. Thankfully they were overflowing with cars, and I used one to take most of the fall.

The car windows broke with my impact, and my legs throbbed in pain, but with iron discipline, I ignored it and went off running.

The noise of conflict from before, the one I originally was going after had slowly been getting closer to me, and soon I would be face to face with the heroes of this world!

Hopefully, I would have made it in time.

The running wasn't long, only maybe two minutes before I reached the area. Just in time to see an entire complex fall to the ground.

Raising my hands, I block the plume of dirt and powdered cement as it flies past me. There are more important things to worry about, however, specifically the four people who were flying in the air.

She had an incredible aura around her, which commanded respect and honor. A soldier of great strength and incredible skill. Her clothes were dark and yet it didn't inspire fear, with her visor allowing for her face to be seen, it somehow had the opposite effect. By watching her fight, you couldn't help but marvel at the techniques she was using, almost six moves had been from different Martial arts, and she had flown each and every single one of them flawlessly together.

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And yet her opponent twisted around her attacks like they were made of air.

The second one I saw was different, his clothing was light blue with white highlights on the shoulders and his upper chest. He was also literally shining, throwing around beams of light that seemed to vastly damage the surroundings. The beams were fast, faster than anything I could track with my eye, and incredibly enough they seemed to bend and move without problem. What an incredibly potent weapon.

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But no matter what he threw the enemy seemed unscathed by his attacks.

The third man was the weirdest because from him I felt a strange aura, one of unimaginable power, a man with the key to every door he wished to open. And yet he locked himself within the smallest room he could find, his moves were lethargic, and yet had enough power to compare itself with the light man. In a single motion, the man raised his hand and opened his fingers, before crushing it into a fist, and the entire street followed suit, large parts of it becoming loose and flying through the air. His faceless mask shined with a deep green.

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Yet even as all the debris slammed against their enemy, they suddenly moved free, unaffected by the attack.

And yet it was the fourth that gave me pause. With shining golden hair, and armor that inspired awe at its design and powerful front, it was his sheer unaltered aura that brought me to a pause. This man was using weapons, advanced guns that I had never seen before, and a strange device connected to his back that allowed him to fly with the other three. And yet he shined like a beacon of hope, a fire in a hailstorm that refused to be put out.

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But no matter what he shot, what gadget he brought out, it never managed to damage their slippery foe.

The four had something in common, they all permeated power, an unadultured presence that commanded all those witnessing them. 

I didn't need any confirmation, they were the heroes, the ones who I needed to protect.

The four heroes were incredible, each one worthy of legend.

And they were being pushed back.

By a woman with stripped skin. A predator, a tiger who lurks and attacks, an apex with no equals.

In the back of my mind, a voice that was not mine whispered.

The Siberian.