Re: The Fury of the Brotherhood. (Closed)

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The lean and slender figure revealed her front, facing the man in revelation of such slit eyed similarities. Comely and fair in appearance, yet sharing a similar complexion, and an alike hairstyle albeit lengthier. Drawing out that sword, a dao most wicked in design. Turning around with a faint expression, calm, serene in a way. Yet fire burnt in her eyes as she peered at the Xingman.

She too was gripped by the passion to kill the man before her. Kindled in her a calmed fury she feels, step by step approaching the man, sparks flying with each inch gained from dragging the blade along the railing. Lightening up the dimness of the catwalk, revealing more to her features, so much more similarities. What had gripped naught of the dao was an arm draconic and scaly. Larger and longer than her human arm.

"..." Silently she looks, stopping in front of Hei. Looking him straight at his slanty eyes with her own such visage. She was about the same height. Not many can boast having such a standing as Hei.

Giving into her strong and sudden lust, that Chimeric arm she had whipped across, thrust forth at her counterpart's stomach with such force as to rend the air from his lungs.

[Guest]

Needless to say, this was an odd occurrence to meet one's gender-bent doppelganger. But, not many could ever confess to meeting a nigh-exact duplicate of oneself whose only distinguishing trait was a swapped version of their own gender.

Still, the ... thing ... that stood before him was sickening. If it was a gender-swapped copy of him, then that meant it was Xingese. That little fact meant that this whorish, nightmarish replica of himself had to die. Die a horrible and gruesome death, that's what this thing deserved at best. Hei slowly approached this hideous ... thing, just as it made controlled paces towards him as well. Next, thing he knew, they were standing face to face, each a being armed with a traditional blade, and an unusual arm.

And apparently she felt the same enmity he had for her, as the Draconian arm (!) of hers lashed out at him, intending to strike him square in the gut. Well, it could have, but it instead met his normal arm, scraping scales and steel-like flesh against his left hand instead of his stomach, but now he had her in his grasps. . . . And JEEEEEEEZ that blow hurt like hell, did this copy of him also have his strength?!?

Well either way, his left arm was now grasping her Draconian right, and his current right arm had the blade in hand . . . which was now held level against her, in the split-moment movement as his left had performed in, matching cleanly perpendicular to her neck, blade and all.

'What are you?' is his thought as he tries pushing the blade forward, intending to try to lop off her head. Though, chances are, something was going to stop him, given how close they were within striking range of each other.

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Further hostility arose to know that this one before her was exactly similar save for a few differences. This one really did have power, the difference between the two was only that he had reach, being the male. But she had flexibility. Slender and more sleek in appearance after all.

Her Draconic arm founded vigor, that of scaly lizard-like sinews, wretched as it was, pushed forth with great strength against the palm, pushing more upwards... as if to tip the equal counterpart Xingese. Not exactly one seen as a favorable opinion, but more of a shabby and cheap imitation of herself than vice-versa.

A toothy grin graced her fair smooth features, distorting into a wicked and unsightly look to behold. This was no grin of danger but rather a dare. That split-level blade that was heading towards her? She pre-emptively swung the accursed blade of hers as to cleave against the male's own throat as of the same time he aimed at hers. Straining her own normal arm to keep pace with his abnormal one.

"Fufufufu~"

A dangerous game of chicken, to see whom backs out in a test of strength, but below view and sight was one thing many males would dread and fear... her steel-tipped boots launch itself towards the male counter-part's family jewels (testicles if an average reader does not get the euphemism).

[Guest]

It all happened so quickly. They clashed, blades and fists, and now ...

Well, for one, she had forced his left hand back, trying to send him tumbling back with her own unusual arm. It was a bit humiliating for Hei to be matched in strength, but alas. That was the least of his concerns.

Right now, he and his gender-swapped body-double were about to cleave each other's heads off! It seems, as though, neither of them were really thinking this through, as at this rate, they would be land a kill and be killed.

With her leg raised, intended to slam her foot into Hei's probably second most-valued possession next to his life, she had simultaneously shifted her draconian right arm so that the scales instead shredded against Hei's right hand, while the corresponding elbow took a blow into his collarbone, allowing the the rest of the arm to reach back and with the tip of her own claws, snag his blade's length and halt it's process.

Hei responded as follows: The blow to his collar knocked him slightly off-balance, namely leaning forward slightly and into the path of the Xing blade that was going to lop off his head. Except, his mouth was now level to where his neck had been, and he instead clamped his teeth on the enemy's sword to HALT its progress. Granted, his gums were cut, but hey! Better than getting his head lopped off. It also enabled him to see that his enemy had intended to ... nail him, down under . . . Which was easily solved by raising his own left (frontward) leg and to intercept (which it did) and then forcing it down beneath his own heel, pinning his opponent's leg down.

So, the damage report goes as follows. Hei - Sliced palm and possibly fractured collarbone. Sliced gums (possibly). His enemy - A broken foot and her ego. They both had each other's respective blades stopped . . . and the attempt to disable Hei through a groin attack was also halted.

Unfortunately for his opponent, she had not kept his left hand pinned, instead opting to risk having it free while landing a very much painful blow on Hei. The male had to admit. It hurt. But it wasn't enough to keep him down. At least, now both of the same being understood that the follow was true: Each possessed an inordinate amount of strength.

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It all ceased. Such further hostilities towards finding a conclusion to a battle that tests wits and sheer strategy against an opponent which boasts towards similarities. Gritting her teeth, unable to vanquish the Xingese she was destined to end, destroy and wipe out from the face of the Earth. A fate she reserved towards eliminating him and taking full control.

"Why... WHY?!" She roared out to whatever was there, as the environment turned static and darkened. Her demise was not that, merely fading away into the deeper recesses of Hei's consciousness, without the opportunity to flatten him, despite the battle becoming ever so heated.

The entire scenery shook with a power so much like an earthquake, worth a magnitude of splitting all of the world. The facility fell apart, the catwalk broke yet Hei maintained his footing upon an invisible platform. Holographic lines flashed in the form of...

CRITICAL FAILURE

The illusion fell apart, as hisses and voices sounded from around Hei, scuttling of the feet, tapping against the hard concrete floor sounded all around, fleeing. A few presences fled, leaving the weak and the unfit behind to watch over Hei. Feeble cat-like children shivering in fear at the sight of one restrained Xingese, bounded to a chair and blinded by black optics placed over his eyes. It was a room of dull cement grey, and many other delicate technological apparatus, perhaps decades ahead of current mainstream technology around the facility, yet to be snuffed out by this mysterious attack.

A set of tubes an be felt to the back of his head, connected in a syringe form, transmitting so much data, yet it ceased to be. Power was fading from all across the facility, with the alarms blaring loudly. Explosions shaking the underground complex, with the only light being the rotating red lights of that which is alarm.

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. . .

So. This was reality? He could not see.

. . . Ahhh. That's why. His eyes are covered. By something.

. . .

WHY WERE THEY COVERED?

. . .

His hands were bound, so were his legs. Oh joy, at the very least, he was pinned down by wrist and ankle. Not too problematic, but that rumbling noise was slightly annoying. And sniveling. God, he felt like he just woke up, and crying was something he was NOT going to tolerate. Or, maybe he could. Just not right at this very moment.

"Where ... am ... I?" he speaks, calmly. His voice is clear, among the chaotic collection of sounds, and there is no sense of hesitance in them. No, there is only cold and menacing hate in them, with pauses merely emphasizing the fact that he demanded an answer. . . . And he did get an answer, more crying. That was about when the Xingese-Drachman started snarling, and his mouth revealed the twin rows of shark-like teeth grit together.

"D-don't be afraid of that inferior Xingese!" a voice speaks, in Amestrian. Fool, Hei could still understand him(It sounded like a male voice . . . ), and he just signed his death warrant twice over: Once for calling him inferior (he hated being labelled that without any justification) and the other for calling him a mere Xingese.

Now, the voice was squeaking as Hei's snarling continued, but probably because he was pulling against his restraints. Truth be told, Hei could probably rip these little toys apart and go on a rampage, but for now, without tipping off his soon-to-be-horribly-mutilated-victims, he was just given his cramped body something close to a nice stretch.

"L-looK! He's still stuck to that chair! Hah! There's no need to be afraid. We're going to be okay! It's going to be okay . . . " the fool continues talking, and his voice increases in volume, presumably due to him walking closer to Hei. That was about when he noticed his head was restrained as well, but again, Hei didn't give a damn.

"See? Nothing to worry abo-" he speaks aloud, face apparently close to Hei's. The Xingese-Drachman can feel the breath of the fool, he was practically in his face. His fault.

With a single fluid motion, the Xingese-Drachman lunged his upper body forward, ripping off the restraints that kept his neck and thus his head locked in place. It wasn't hard, he just pulled forward, and opened his jaws WIDE OPEN! And sank his fifty-something tough-as-steel teeth into the neck of the fool who opted to stand in front of him. Though, the amount of muscle in his jaws wasn't comparable to most animals in terms of proportions, he could still chew damn hard. And that swift bite pretty much let him eat the poor fellow's throat out, and sit back while munching on the meat. Unsurprisingly, this let out some screams from whoever was left in the room, at least five different voices to Hei, while the madman finished chewing and swallowed.

"I gave you a chance to answer. You didn't. That is completely your loss. Now

PREPARE TO DIE"

And with that he tore himself free of his restraints, first thing is letting his right arm rip free and snatch the offending optical implements that obstructed his vision. He saw ... Chimeras. Some kind of Chimera, he didn't know what generation they were, or why they were there, but he confirmed that the screaming and whimpering was none other than theirs. And they annoyed him.

He was free, now. It didn't take long to rip off the restraints, after all. Of the remaining ones alive, they seemed unfit to even be moving around. Not that it mattered to him. After all, there was one thing he learnt, upon becoming one in Drachma's military. That one thing, he echoed to them, as they feebly begged for mercy.

"Stop ... crying. NOW. You'll get no mercy from me, so accept your death with dignity. Scum, LIKE YOU, don't DESERVE a right to LIVE!!"

And with that . . .

-Less than forty-five seconds later-

He was done. Six corpses were piled up in this ... whatever this place was. Now, he was going to raise some hell. And look! They were nice enough to bring his bags down here! One case, that was all. A rather oblong, rectangular shaped one. Funny. They hadn't opened it: Good thing they hadn't, or else they would have shitted themselves like there was no tomorrow.

The doors leading to this 'room' were sliced down. They were probably made of reinforced steel and concrete, and they just got sliced down by a roaring instrument of mass devastation. Anyone in the immediate vicinity (and there were a number of utterly lost chimeras who had no idea where they were supposed to flee to, seeing as how their underground base only had so many entrances and exists) watched bug-eyed as the bits and pieces crumbled to the ground, and from the small cloud of fine cinderblock dust and shredded steel powder, emerged the Xingese-Drachman in all black.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I AM?!?

YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TIE ME UP TO SOME DAMN MACHINE AND LET IT FUCK WITH MY BRAIN AS LONG AS YOU PLEASE?

FUCK THAT~!

I ...

AM GOING ...

TO KILL ... YOU ... ALL!!!!!!!
HIIYAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAH!!!!"

And with that, chaos ensued. The fools, being Chimera, didn't seem to think about investing in guns. Their loss. Considering how pissed Hei was and the fact he had his heavily modified combat chainsaw in his possession with a full tank of gas, only a gun would really stop him. Or maybe not, factoring in that his hate has reached catastrophic levels.

[Guest]

A monster superior to monsters is reflected most verily so with the Xingese. In all regards, he merely takes the form of man, whereas there is nothing human about him, he is but a warped monster, so utterly alien in ethics and morals, to these inferior Chimeras that occupy this base in abundance, never seen like anywhere else in terms of sheer numbers. They all have different generations, brought together to this brotherhood to advance Chimeric interests, being supremacist to humans in all regards as such. To promote an ideal based upon conquest of their very own nation freed from persecution, that they long have suffered merely for being different. Yet they wish to foolishly use this notion of being tortured to build upon lands already occupied, merely because Chimeras were originally created here. Upon the very bedrock that now lay abandoned in the borders, and to spread forth hate from their existence.

Yet trumpets rang loud -- explosions thundered around Hei, shaking the very room, throwing the Chimera pups all around. Those dead and those alive alike, like ragdolls from such a force which cracks the very dull concrete of the room. Alarms that blare sirens, which deafen the ears from such loudness, sound all over the facility. The majority of pathways around Hei collapses, leaving only one corridor through the facility, and a crapload of weakling Chimeras on the way.

Gunfire sounds from a distance, as shrieks were given, screams in Drachmans of intruders in black mowing down their ranks so far ahead. Two to be precise from their Drachman yells for mercy. Their pleas for their lives. That when those more powerful than their scope of existence, than any "mere" humans they ever contested, ever come into their vision, ever come across them, they abandon what sense of superiority they have to cherish what they hold most precious -- their lives.

Fleeing into the passage before Hei, that singular way, into the den of Hell that ever so sees fit to play the role of the lights of Heaven. Wallowing deeper and deeper towards the only open exit that gleamed of bright shining light, as the destruction rendered it a corridor. A corridor of length that spans for quite long, yet the ending cuts all trips short and to the afterlife. Gunfire is abundant there, as well as gas that clouds and fogs, yet it could not shroud the piercing sunlight that gleams through.

Most brightly.

[Guest]

Oh the insanity! Crumbling passageways, chaos incarnate, carnage reigning. My, oh my, oh my ... my ... my. This was absolutely .... EXQUISITE! He rarely got chances like these to let loose! Chimera in the middle of nowhere, in disputed borders between three major nations? This was a glorious day to slaughter!

And look! There was only one way they could go! Hahahahahaha

"HIYAH HA HA HA HA! AIN'T THIS FUCKING RICH?!?! he howls with laughter, as his prey, the ones who could run anyway, took off down the only hallway left to them to escape, "RUN! RUN! RUUUUUN, YOU LITTLE FUCKERS!!! RUUUUUUUUUUUN! HIYAAAAAH HAH HAH HAH!!!
And thus went forth Hei, chainsaw at the ready. Those who did not run, were spared. Well, they were spared a horrendous death at the hands of his blade, but they were doomed to get crushed by the rubble anyway. Instead, he just went charging forth, ignoring the fact that there were screams in Drachman (and other languages) about how the ones up in front were dying ... and that there was a constant stream of gunshots, echoing in the hallway.

No, he didn't give a damn, and just sliced down everything that was in front of him and then some, until at last . . . quiet. No more screaming, no more gunfire. Just him, his purring chainsaw, and light at the end of the tunnel. Oh sweet dear black Sabbath. Light. At the end. Was this his salvation? The Xing-Drachman proceeded out, allowing himself to seemingly give up his mortal form and-

He was outside ... why? Cause he felt the damn heat as well as the light, so, while he rubbed his eyes and groaned about the weather, what else was new? Besides the large pile of corpses all around him, riddled with bullet holes, that is?

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A chainsaw. In layman's terms, an instrument of great reckoning and death to trees when applied in the right way, an otherwise peaceful tool towards rebuilding an entire settlement and helping in making the lumberer's job infinitely easier. In a certain maddened Xingman's hands, an instrument of murder used to make carnage wherever it is swung, which is to say EVERYWHERE. Fortunately, such a weapon runs on power, and is not infinite, but under wise presumptions of effort, tends to be proven on the contrary, as it is used to kill either ways even without the capacity to grind in a saw.

Two men, clad in black fatigues with overlapping ballistic-resistant armor (think Dragonskin in black). Their weapons were firearms definitely, SMG's (Super Kriss V models) also painted in black. In fact, EVERYTHING they have is in black, including the helmets, their gasmasks that conveniently conceal their identity, gloves, whichever it is they have on their effects, are black. A helicopter flew overhead, as ropes were drawn down from the flying vehicle, brushing just right against the ground. Those two were surrounded by the bodies of half-transformed Chimera, efficiently killed off.

Of the two, one points his finger at the distanced Hei, "You stupid fuck! What the Hell are you doing here exactly? And just WHY are you not back at Central to report yourself? You're compromising us all by going AWOL." An automated hiss resonated from his gasmask, "The clean up here is done, you were not in the mission list, I should have figured you'd be so sloppy, just like your greasy Peking duck you stuff your face with."

He looks at his partner, "Let's go, job is done and finished as tightly as a corkscrew. I intend to make waffles. Bitches love waffles."

The two grip unto the rappelling ropes, as it pulls them up into their air vehicle rather quickly. For all their apparent weight, they were like feathers from such speed the rappel reclined. Soon boarding the chopper as they dropped a few canisters that oozed a green gas, followed by the one whom accused Hei, flinging a gasmask at Hei rather... roughly. It was aimed at his face with a mighty speed of a(n) thousand whales arrow shot from a (Mongolian) bow.

The helicopter veered away, flying out of range and into the general direction of Amestris. As an arm sticks out from the passenger's compartment, sticking out the middle finger that soon became a small dot as well as the helicopter. Leaving Hei out here... all alone... stranded... without offering him a ride.

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And lo, there were two individuals before him, donning black gear: black weapons, black helmets (and gasmasks . . . or one or the other. Still black, though), black body armor, black gloves, black boots, with a black transport behind them while casting black shadows upon the ground, around the blackened corpses riddled with bullet holes boring deep into newly black wounds that oozed out the fluid essence of the life-stream.

About this scene of black-humored carnage, the setting sun in the distance extended all black shadows further and even obscuring the blood to be a black fluid. And amusingly enough, Hei noted that there were black canisters around that pumped out some odd-colored gas. (Too much dust and debris and blood to properly identify the color . . . probably black).

And then.

He ... got yelled at. Well, something like that. The gasmask/helmet apparently also modified one's voice as to avoid detection . . . amusing, but yeah. He had no idea who the angry son of an Amestrian whore(He only says this because the bastard cursing at him is doing so in Amestrian) was, or exactly how he apparently knew him. But, so baffled Hei was at the strangeness of these circumstances, he opted to not really say anything, instead blinking more than once or twice as the black-clad duo immediately took to their transport and dropped more canisters (like the one Hei noticed earlier), which emitted GREEN gas.

Poison. Great. So, apparently, he was going to get poisoned or- His left hand snaps out at the sudden object that comes rather close to his face. Now in his hand, fingers outstretched so he can palm the object, was one of the prior mentioned amusing gasmasks . . . Now . . . Hei wasn't much affected by poison, that was a given, and by far only the most horrifically lethal things to a human being could really pose a serious threat to him. Considering that the gas was literally god-damned green, he wasn't going to take that chance, so on the gas mask went. And, now (hopefully) somewhat more protected from the vaporous substance, he couldn't help but pick up one of those canisters, for the sake of examining it . . . and also noticed he was being flipped off.

Although he couldn't confirm what happened to the canister afterwards, he was pretty sure he threw the damn thing (left arm and all) hard enough to go whizzing by the helicopter (for a brief moment) if not strike it [his aim had significantly improved thanks to remedial aiming lessons in Drachma], but alas. Nothing else seemed to have happened, and he had no real way of telling.

-And then it dawned on him that he had no means of transportation back to Drachma, now stranded in this barren wasteland-

. . . Until he noticed that the tour bus was still here. Parked. Outside of the entryway where, most likely hours ago, he suffered the inanity of a trio of idiotic guards and a whole host of chimeras. Ah, why did he care, so long as that damn thing had gas, he'd drive back gladly! And thus Hei went on his merry way to commandeer the bus.

-

A bit further off, a cowering group of survivors watched anxiously from the peaks of hills. A good number of them were the weak, pathetic failures of Chimera that they were . . . though there was one with a more draconian appearance, presence of scales and serrated teeth (and definitely more powerful than the other rejects) and another who . . . seemed like an absurdly absorbed fetishists, but we won't get into further details.

"That's him! He's the monster who killed everyone inside." or something to that effect came from the sniveling group. The other two who weren't bawling kept their eyes trained on Xingese-Drachman, one gazing with fury, the other with keen interest.

"I'll fucking MURDER him! That god-damned abomination!" comes the snarls of the outraged, scaled one. The intrigued chimera of feline (and god knows what else) features merely kept staring. "Let's head back to Amestris. We need to find the Chairman, so we can kill that thing and those other two." again from the foul-mouthed and clearly upset one, who had turned his attention away. The quiet one then let out a bit of laughter, drawing confused looks from the other survivors.

"He just found out the bus is out of gas. And he's pissed"

And that's about when they realized Hei had picked up the empty-gas tank bus and flung it against the mountain, howling in some articulate rage against Truth, God, Ishval, Leto, and whatever name you have or could say for metaphysical beings and/or deities.

. . . Still. All's well ends well, no? After all, Hei would make his way to a well used road not too far off, and hitch a ride (further into Creta) and make it far back into civilization that he would be able let others know he was still alive. And then make his way back to Drachma (and swear never to go on a vacation ever again, unless absolutely necessary).

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