Endgame

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Dreadfully cold and Drachma. Two deals that suck major donkey testicles. Blizzards were not unusual usually in Drachman lands, just that this was a light one that made it weird, but that's mother nature's way of saying, "hey bro, we're chillin' out for now and breezin' our way, have fun in your sucky country where it will always be sucky."

At least that's how Niko envisioned it, wearing a Winter ghillie suit over his fur wear to keep him warm especially and camouflaged, invisible basically and unheard due to the distance and sound being dampened by the light blizzard, and looking through the scope of his sniper rifle from a top a hill. Not really a high one, but enough to give him a vantage point over the camp a 60 yards ahead, a radio microphone being worn over his ear which allows him to communicate with his less than-fortunate partner given the task of disguising himself as a Drachman soldier in this stealth mission, complete with a fake beard! All to assassinate General Papaskov.

Nikolaus aiming his rifle at the camp around to simply scout, and it was a bit hazy, so why care about glinting glass anyways when it was hard to see in this visibility?

"Heheh, figures slit-features would have the job to blend in with those filthy Vodka chugging bastards..." He says out loud over his com, "Oh, did I blurt that out? I meant I can see why they picked you for this venerable position, o' rice choking one!"

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"AH! Nothing, comrade! I supposed I just were drifting asleep!" Hei blurted out at the bemused expressions of the Drachmans who inquired if he was alright. The Xingese cursed to himself, as his partner did indeed startle him with that sudden and direct announcement, and now his 'comrades' here in their god-damn fur coats think he had one bottle too many of vodka or something. As if their paltry soda-water was going to make him fall into a silly stupor! But enough of that, watch was changing, and some of these fellows were heading out for their shift, and the others were occupying themselves, leaving Hei to his own devices. And fury.

"Goddamnit, Stuka! Are you INTENTIONALLY trying to make me screw up here? I'm already on a god-damn hair trigger to kill these filthy pigs! ... and it dawned on the Xingese that he was insulted.

"You bastard! You muscle-bound nimrod! Don't lump me with these inferior oafs! OR else I'll come up to your little hilltop and beat the fundamentals of Drachman language into your thick skull then drag your ass down here and force YOU to blend!"

It took every last ounce of willpower not to start roaring into the receiver and blowing out his partner's ear drums, but doing that would draw close attention to him ... and probably, no. Wait. Not probably. More likely, abso-fucking-lutely blow his cover to ashes. And dust. Thus, he hissed, in a sense. And then, the Xing kneaded coarsely against one of his temples as he spoke back to Nikolaus. Habit compelling him to speak in Xingese, although Niko clearly wasn't a masterful practitioner of that language.

"Look. Quit fooling around. Last thing I want to do is to go home after we botch ANOTHER mission. Anyhow, anything about the guards I should know about before I go looking for General Papaskuv ... Papaskiv? ... General Papa."

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"Ooooh, quit fooling around, quit fooling around because I am a SISSY Xing sword-rubber who needs to OVERCOMPENSATE for something I lack, that's why I have a THICK LONG sword, to replace my short one." Mocked Nikolaus in his Cretan, knowing the Xingese's lack of Cretan puts things to his... advantage in lieu to insults. If he is speaking in a different language, then NIKO should respectfully incline himself back to a language Hei does NOT understand, it would be fair after all.

Shaking his head sprouting forth concentration to matters at hand, Nikolaus gives a 'hearty' fake and unenthusiastic laughter over the com, "Then what are you waiting for? Just kill'em pansy. There are about... five guards guarding the door callously in front of the General's private building, none at the rooftops, just all of them drinking vodka, and they are RIGHT in front of you, or do those squinty eyes of yours not able to tell ANYTHING but the size of your sword? Figures, you Xing-types are never good for anything but making CRAPPY plastic products that BREAK in a FEW DAYS, PFFFT." He insults with racist overtones, "I mean suuuure, the commander has given us EXPLICIT instructions not to do the following of 'killing anyone' unless it was General Papa, and unless our cover is blown, to which he also asserted we under NO circumstances blow up our cover... I think he means the cloak I am wearing, I don't see why he cares about cloaks that much, unless Amestris has budget problems with covers like the one I am wearing..."

Then popped Mr. Fiddlestein Von Muren in front of Nikolaus, to which in a matter of a few seconds, Stuka's voice seems to be in a piercing pitch in mumbles that seem to be out of anger towards his imaginary friend, so loud were his mumbles and grumbles that it would deafen a person still listening over the com.

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"In case you've gone BLIND! I'm armed with a piece of shit weaponry straight out of the Drachman armory. What do I do when I see General Papa? CLUB HIM TO DEATH? FUCK THAT! I want to slice him up good, but I don't even have a goddamn knife!

His voice was clearly rising ... and the boiling fury inside was getting a wee bit too warm for his own like. And that was when he realized the absurdly racist commentary made by his 'partner.'

"Oh. Well pardon ME that I got my ASS kidnapped out of XING to be utterly USELESS to you, when you cannot even deal with these god-damned inebriated blokes yourself!

And pardon me for interrupting your monologue time here, but Drachma's shit weapons are made of TWIGS! TWIGS! AND LEAVES! So even IF Xingese products are cheap, at least they hold together better and much longer than those of these barbarians!"

Then something like a howling gargle scream of profane words was emitted inside his ears, rattling his brains and really ... pushing him THAT much closer to the edge. The cold weather, the ridiculous fur, the ugly Drachmans, the stupid target, and the cheap Vodka. It was all just too much, even these shoddy constructions meant to be TENTS. No, the Xingese was fed up. He was NOT going to deal with this bullshit anymore. After all, some enemies here were eying him strangely, even while intoxicated ... and he decided to just say 'screw this.'

"LISTEN UP BLONDIE. Don't start having a god-damn retarded moment here on me now! he barked over the the device, not caring that the enemy was aware he was either insane(which he was) and clearly not speaking in their language, "Just shoot as many dumbasses as you can. AND NO, I AM NOT ONE OF THEM: So I better not find one of your bullets in my back later!"

'This has got to be the dumbest thing I've ever done in my life. Wait. No. That negotiation in Aerugo a couple months back was worse than this. We had like, the whole motherfucking Yaku-whatever creeps armed to the teeth to kill us! Still don't know how we got out of that alive.'

The In-Disguise Drachman approached the target's tent, with every intention of just walking in and killing said General. True, he could see this portion of the camp and knew that the target was here, but he was hoping that Stuka wouldn't be a douche and tell him if there was anything else he had to watch out for. But alas, the pure-blood racist Amestrian was less than cooperative. So, with most of the troops drunk, he decided now would be the best time to move!

Except of all the guards, one of them wasn't drunk. Like he was the designated doorman or something and abstained from alcohol. Perfect.

"Pardon, comrade. I must speak with the General!" Hei asked in a flawless accent, and fortunately, this was one sentence he knew how to say perfectly. Except the dumbass blocking his way refused and told him to get back, or get shot.

"Oh lord. You did NOT just threaten to shoot me. Only Nikolaus can do that, cause he's a fucking sniper who's my PARTNER! BITCH!"

And. WHAM! Sudden impact to the gut! The shock of the blow and the fact that Hei's bones were metal plated left quite and indentation in the poor sober man's chest, who promptly dropped his (HIGH QUALITY, Hei cursed off to the side) firearm and keeled forward ... into Hei's waiting hands that gripped the back of this fool's head and swung it downward into his waiting lifted kneecap, bent for the patella to be sticking outward, reinforced by the alchemically formed metal alloy inside of him. Needless to say, the guard suffered a massive concussion and was probably not going to wake up from his sleep ... ever.

"Kill all sons of bitches." he snapped over the com before entering the General's tent, now armed with a better quality gun. Oh yes, he was going to thoroughly enjoy killing the General, he was going to enjoy blowing his brains out so much that he failed to notice another SOBER guard who had seen the whole thing and was rousing as many of the non-drunk-til-silly guards to come and stop Hei. But that's why he had a 'reliable' partner like Nikolaus to watch his back ... sometimes.

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"It's good you acknowledge your heritage, if only all Xingese people were like you, knowing that inherently, they suck, that it runs in their blood, and you are just like them, sucky to the last cell in your body." He slurred mockingly over the com, before sinking deeper into his imagination, oblivious to the Xingese's further statements.

Mr. Von Muren was pretty annoying, he kept doing the robot in front of Niko the entire time which led to him pre-emptively with emphasis on pre-emptive to fire his rifle ACCIDENTALLY to which Von Muren disappeared, Nikolaus sighed in relief as he got rid of his personal demon, knowing that this place is FUCKING COLD because of the fact he has to wear this much covers and clothing over his clothing, layers upon layers.

So, he blinked, and looked into his scope to see that he hadn't exactly shot at the best of locations AT ALL. I mean sure, he spent the last couple of minutes grumbling an argument against a figment of his imagination, with the blizzard THANKFULLY drowning out any sounds that may be sounded off, with the bang sounding less impressive and less alerting, but anyways, it was still a bang.

Perhaps he had missed out ALL of Hei's rants, because he was busy on MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS like Mr. Von Muren, before looking up at his partner, unlocking the bolt as the shell eject, and closing it up, only for how shall he put it? Explain to his partner WITHOUT HIM ripping out his hides later on, oh well. Though a miracle how it happened to hit Hei's gun out of all weapons out there, from a very narrow opening past the tent entrance, just to lodge above the weapon, penetrating the steel and the bullet bursting because of it's hollow point nature, instead of actually hitting the big bearded Drachman BEHIND his partner threatening to strangle the Xingese.

"Say... Hei, I don't know if it's a good time to tell you this but..." Nikolaus grumbled on his com, almost enthusiastically for his mishap but it could be his tone, "You know that bullet I shot at Fiddlestein von Muren? It's lodged in the barrel of your gun, and pretty much fucked up your weapon. Silly me~"

Yep, definitely enthusiastic on sabotaging his own partner, deciding to simply shrug and steer his aim elsewhere, well to be more specific, Hei's gun was blown from the barrel and all that was left was just a grip, making it a miracle how none of the fragments from the gun had even hit his partner, stopping his crosshair at a Drachman who was half sober's head, lined up with another Drachman in the base on the guard tower to the right furthermost corner... who are less professionally dressed than they should've in the army, but decided to pull the trigger anyways. Though the bullet blew up the Drachman's head, the first guy to get shot, the other one was more killed with fragments from the skull of the other Drachman's, killing both of them.

BANG

"Boom, headshot, owned them bitches, one bullet, TWO HEADS. How many did you kill now Hei? Oh right, I forgot, you suck balls, I killed TWO PEOPLE before you even killed ANYONE besides that guard, who was probably the weakest in the camp."

Yeah, he is definitely trying to change the subject, a bullet ripping through both their heads as both of them fell lifeless like ragdolls suddenly, well one of their head, the other was just shrapnel. Whistling a tune over the com whilst taking his leisure in sliding the bolt in and out, ejecting another shell.

Though little does Nikolaus know, earlier, the exploded gun's fragments actually blew metallic fragments to the FRONT where it has lodged in the General's body, shredding his face horribly, killing him, all on the account of a blundering accident. Meanwhile, most of the soldiers, them being drunk, shuffled around and started bumping into each other to fight the intruder, doing a good job of shooting their weapons like nutjobs, except their drunken stagger meant the recoil of the weapon made them fire wildly all over the place, killing more of their own than even aiming at the intruders. In essence, they are doing a better job of killing each other than the two operatives having to do it themselves.

Ultimately oblivious to the fact that his accidental shot had killed General Papa.

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Hairs prickled on his neck as his weapon suddenly broke, a VERY large portion of the gun being blown off from ... something. Hei's immediate response was to lash out at the individual, he was assuming there was(and indeed a very large and burly Drachman was going to try to kill him) a person there, so the Xingese turned, butt of the gun ready to be turned into a makeshift ... blunt ... object, and all the while he heard the crowing voice of his 'comrade' or 'partner' who just had to be a royal pain in the behind and be responsible for his current misfortune ... of not having a gun against a well-armed enemy soldier. Especially so when he didn't have any weapon on him at that particular moment.

'I. Am. Going. To. KILL. Stuka. No. I'll rip his head off, skull fuck it into dust and light his body on fire! KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL!! FEED HIS LEGS TO SOME DOGS THEN FEED THEIR SHIT TO HIM! THAT GOD-DAMNED MORONIC TRIGGER-HAPPY SONOFABITCH! HOW DARE HE SHOOT AT ME, AND THEN MAKE A LUDICROUSLY WILD SHOT THAT DISARMS! ME!!!'

His mind raged for approximately a single second, as the last fringes of his shell were torn apart in the maddening fury that awoke ... yes, he was going to club Nikolaus to death with a hammer when they finished this mission. That, or break one of his legs and then leave him to die in this god-forsaken ice country. But, the Xingese's maddening spiel of hate and curses halted when he noted the soldier before him and said soldier's terrified expression, did Hei really look that demonic when he was upset? He never knew! Until he heard the words of his enemy said with all the pitifulness of a mewling kitten stricken by a speeding car on a highway.

"Comrade ... General!" and the dumbfounded Xingese turned to see General Papask-. General. Papa. He turned to see the dumbass general, only to be greeted by a gruesome(to most people, but not himself as he enjoyed mutilation) sight. The face of the general had ceased to exist, and a bloody mess of shredded flesh remained. Actually, judging how the body was strewn on the ground with bloody flowing profusely from it seemed to suggest that the target was now dead ... the target he was JUST about to kill died as a result of his weapon being sabotaged by his partner, who was an enormous SOB that loved to torment him.

His partner. Had just stolen a kill. From him. And the next comment he made about killing two additional enemy soldiers with one bullet suggested that he was intentionally avoiding the subject of killing the target so as to inflame Hei's wrath. And boy, he was pissed. So pissed that he needed a sharp stabbing implement, and was quite pleased to discover that the general did keep a nice blade with him. A sort of aesthetic to this swine, who probably never learnt how to finely use such a weapon. For Hei, this blade was kept sheathed at the side of the corpse, easy to get to and remove, and fortunately, he could still drag the corpse by the collar outside the lodging, where the disgruntled Central soldier plunged the blade right through the heart of the dumbfounded and terrified guard and ripped it straight out for a swift infliction of death.

Gunshots resounded all about the camp, soldiers were in agony as they clutched bullets wounds ... at least those still alive. Many others were uninjured but on the ground, avoiding the friendly fire madness, while a few more kept shooting in drunken stupidity and the more clever and prepared soldiers taking cover behind makeshift fortifications, guns at the ready.

He had no patience, and now, that his kill was gone, he wasn't pleased the slightest bit. But before he started the slaughtering, he decided to instill one last sense of fear in his partner. After all, while Nikolaus WAS a higher rank than Hei, the Xingese didn't give a flying rat's ass when he was pissed.

"STUUUUUUUKA! YOU STOLE MY FUCKING KILL!" he hoisted up the corpse of the General, while catching some attention and breaking the weaker wills of the pathetic troops around here, lifting up their commanding officer. It amused Hei how quickly some of those soldiers sobered up and ran like the dickens behind cover, finding guns and ammunition to target him, but that wasn't something he was focused on. No, he was focused at a hilltop not too far from the enemy camp where he recalled Nikolaus camping around in the general direction, and his rant continued.

"YOU BET YOUR PASTY-WHITE BUTTOCKS THAT WHEN I FINISH DECAPITATING EVERY DRACHMAN PIG HERE, THAT I AM GOING TO SKEWER YOU AND TAKE YOU BACK HOME TO BARBECUE! YOU HEAR ME!! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!"

And some crazy greedy person wanting fame and glory at this distracted enemy, came rushing forth, gun in hand! Hei just released his right hand gripping onto the General Papa or what was left of the man, and ripped off the ridiculous beard instead, while breaking into a short run at this courageous opponent. Beard sheared in one go, while the enemy opened fire ... in a slurred motion, emphasizing that he wasn't clear-minded just yet. Wonderful news for Hei was that the General's blade was a fine one, perhaps he'd keep it as souvenir, and it cleanly clipped the blade into ... and the arm of this recruit, no doubt, into three pieces as he violently starting hacking the fool into many small pieces, delicately handling the blade for swift cuts while exerting enough force to slice the flesh and bone cleanly as well. And in one stroke, the neck was severed too, leaving another corpse to join the ranks of the dead.

"If you don't want to die, Stuka." Hei muttered, still pissed, but now willing to divert this new wrath onto the Drachmans, "You owe me dinner when we finish this job, and no talking your way out of it or else I'll roast you alive over a spit."

Maniacal glee and murderous impulses took over, as he hunched over and dashed forth, staying low to the ground yet somehow efficiently covering space. This was going to be a slaughtering spree for the duo, Hei and Nikolaus. The fools had crammed themselves into a small confined space to protect themselves, easy for Hei to corner and slice, and definitely turning them into stationary targets for Nikolaus to kill. Bullets whistled about, missing him completely, as he leaped over the barricade of his enemies, blade plunging downward into the skull of one while his right arm, outstretched, knocked several more in the necks and sent them flying back into the wall behind, breaking skulls and brain stems. Essentially, this was a trench. An above-ground trench with a building and some pile of cover. Oh, yes. He did have fun as he snagged a Drachman's gun, throwing all inhibitions away as he let loose the stream of gunfire, ignoring any whizzing sniper bullets at this time as Nikolaus was probably trying to get his own kills as well. For now, Hei enjoyed the butchering, slicing and shooting enemies without the slightest hint of mercy. Within mere seconds, his kill count had gone from Zero to One to Two ... and now he had lost count, but was clearly in the double digits based on the number of corpses back here. And this camp wasn't that small ... only the drunk troops in the general area were jammed here, the others were mobilizing elsewhere, meaning more prey to hunt. Oh yes. He was enjoying this, tap-dancing upon the throats of his dead or dieing foes, while taking large bites out of the throats of his enemies, or cleanly cleaving flesh and bone with blade and arm. That's why he loved this job.

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Meanwhile, Stuka relaxed as he leaned back from his sniping position after having shot the general as he went further into his demented hysteria, and started munching on some chocolate, leaving aside his sniper rifle to leisurely fill his stomach since this occasion struck him to be a hungry person, and it was pretty cold. His non-existent mum, but would be his mum if she was real but she is imaginary, would typically say, "All the junks in the trunks, that's how us ladies like it, McDowell's to our ASSES." Yep, definitely a poor choice of prioritization whilst his partner is to be left truly alone out there with no sniper support. Perhaps ignoring intentionally Hei's demands for Niko to buy him dinner? Possibly so.

Though he can never be accurate on what his mum's ethnicity is, most of the times Niko thinks she might be a Xingese spies, and on all occasions, the Xingese might've tried to probe into his mind with psychic attacks. It shouldn't be too hard for them since they already have hopping zombie vampires whom he had to slay with a silver sword (Xingese hobos asking for change whilst malnourished), undead sirens that tried to lure him to death yet he had managed to snipe them with a boomerang after shrieking at the top of his voice (famous Xingese pop idols) and even fighting against Big Foot and defeating him after a furious struggle by stabbing him in the face (a really hairy Xingese man who just happened to be walking by this day, only to panic in the sight of Nikolaus wielding a knife and growling life a wolf before assaulting him).

In all regards, the supernatural exist, and Father was a supernatural existence definitely, Stuka pondering upon these things upon taking a bite of his delicious Amestrian chocolate bar, which fares better than the disgusting Xingese sweet ducks, who ever heard of sweetened ducks? Such a stupid idea (Nikolaus happened to confuse sugar for salt and poured sugar over his roast duck back at Xing.)

Oh the list goes on at what Niko is thinking about as he mumbles about the good old times he had over the com involving those times he had eaten a turnip and how he had won at Yatzhee against a bunch of 6 year olds...

Meanwhile, with Hei in his massacre of drunkard sloppy soldiers, a Drachman male had parried a strike against the soldiers made by the mad Xingese, holding what appears to be a saber albeit darkened which suggests it is made of carbon steel. Basically having thwarted a kill by Hei upon one of the drunk soldiers, apparently this man wore a Cossack's uniform, black and all which suggests he is one of the more formidable soldiers around, and one of the more skilled ones. Lacking a beard like other Drachmans and more to be cleanly shaven, obviously young and haughty in his expression.

"Tatar dog, you dare kill your OWN country men? Whatever mist of blood has befallen you, I will purify, that much I will guarantee, put your filthy peasant stock to the ground where you belong, BOY, en gárde." He says in his native language, leaping back to grow a distance as he points his sword forth, taking a more eloquent and refined stance which shows he might be a Boyar (nobleman).

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Something was horrifyingly wrong here. There was a young man, a Drachman pig, who had parried one of his strikes. That meant two things: It was an individual whose skill exceeded his own(highly unlikely) OR it was an individual who was not drunk and attacked his blind spot(only possibility). There was something that did intrigue Hei: The blade of his enemy was considerably more durable and quite keen, as the souvenir of his, General Papa's sword, was broken.

But, the Xingese was a wee bit frustrated that this idiotic newborn still thought he was a Drachman soldier, even though he had clearly ripped off his fake beard and looked nothing like the Drachman soldiers in this camp. But, just to make things clear to the dumbass who had become the focus of his attention, the infiltrator ripped off the remains of the tattered Drachman uniform to expose black full body armor beneath. The Amestrian-Xingese then trampled on the remains of his old disguise, still snarling like a savage animal, but regaining enough control to shout out a question to the buffoon.

"What's your name, you brat?" he threw in the last jab at the snoobish and aristocratic mnner of his opponent as well as mocking the youth of the individual CLEARLY younger than any Drachman pig around. Hell, this fool was a practioneer of mook chivalry, his stance was WAAAAAAAAAAAAY to stiff and formal that if Hei choose to do any attack besides a stike with his blade, the idiot would freak.

"My name is Sacha Shuysky, tatar dog! And in the name of my glorious family, you shall be thoro-!" his haughty voice was cut short, as was the admiring gaze of every idiot Drachman soldier standing around, as their 'savior' ... a nincompoop of a nobleman got his gut slammed by the gloved clenched fist of the madman. Hei could not deny his heritage, and was grateful that he had learnt and mastered the grand footwork of Xingese martial arts, which allowed him to close this short distance in the matter of a moment, while the idiot was still narrating his life story.The sheer impact of the blow sent the poor Sacha flying upward a good foot or two, catch some air time while soaring back quite a distance(for a punch) and then crash down in a disheveled inelegant heap in the snow. The gray blade of the noble was caught in Hei's left hand, which had discarded General Papa's piece-of-scheisse sword, and Hei decided to take his eyes of the horde of terrified Drachmans running around like headless chickens either away from him or to the defeated 'Shuysky' fool to test the blade.

The Xingese was certainly not disappointed. A few experimental swings proved that is was a well-crafted sword, a very nice blade that would probably last for ... well ... quite some time! And he was not going to abandon such fine a blade to the hands of a Drachman boar.

"A wonderful blade you have ... 'Comrade.' I promise you, I'll make better use of it then you could ever hope to try." his chaotic smile returned, wicked glee. And the nobleman, who had returned to his naive upright posture, was completely flabbergasted! How did he end up suffering such a humiliating defeat? Still, the pride of nobles is incomprehensible, especially to someone who never understood luxury and elegance like Hei, so Sasha, before turning and running like a pathetic limping weak puppy that got whacked with a cinderblock, had the last word in the game of insults.

"Excellent job, you cur! And to think a barbarian like you would know fine craftsmanship! But, that blade is of no value to me! Keep it, you trash! If it were not for family matters, I would remain to put you in your place, but REMEMBER! I let you win this tiiiiiiiime!!" And off the nobleman ran off to go find his daddy and cry about how he got his pathetic neophyte ass kicked around by a masterful killer. Though, from that day on, a massive blood feud would occur between Hei and the Shuysky family, since he choose not to pursue the youngest son, Sasha, as he was too pleased in using his carbon-steel blade to kill more Drachman pigs.

"STUUUUUUKA! LIGHT UP A FIRE! WE'RE GONNA HAVE OURSELVES SOME GOON-KABOB! HEEEEEHAAHAHAHAHAWWWW!!" come the ear-drum puncturing, blood-vessel braking screech of absolutely terror and glee across the com the system, and into the ears of Nikolaus. If the sniper choose to look through his scope, he would see that Hei had gotten a new sword ... and had already decapitated and dismembered numerous soldiers with that new blade, including one unfortunate fellow whose severed head happened to be flung into the air, and return to be skewered vertically against this sword. BUT, what's incredibly awkward is that with Hei's superhuman strength(which would rate him as a monster by human standards, but average by a monster's) and the wonderfully sharp edge of this sword ... combined to slice off the head of a poor Drachman, whose skull flew off to Hei's right, forming an arc as it soared across the sky, and disobeying the logic of impossibility due to the one in a hundred billion odds of being set on a direct course to strike Nikoulaus ... somewhere. Maybe against his head, or his body, but nonetheless, the severed head had been sent flying(and caught in an air current), and would reach Hei's partner. God knows what happens next.

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Meanwhile, Stuka had finished his chocolate bar to return to looking through the sniper scope to see that Hei was finishing up on killing the enemies to which he shrugged, since he figured that'd save him the bullets. YES, not the fact that his enemies are dead and the mission was complete, but saving bullets. A very paragon and benevolent view on Nikolaus's part as he would save his bullets and think of the financing of his situation, rather taxing himself on an enemy that Hei wouldn't exactly be able to handle, which may be just about everyone in the world in Niko's mind, really, he sees him as a brute sap and JUST missed about every badass action Hei has just about done on that camp.

"Blah blah blah, just light the fire yourself, you lazy rice addled yellow face. Use your Chi martial arts or whatever hocus pocus you can conjure out of your butthole." He retorts with such charming eloquence and suaveness, that one would mistake Niko for a gentleman! Though as it were, when he was dashingly looking for an enemy to snipe, his scope aligned to some nitroglycerin canisters in the area as it were drifting, SUDDENLY A BIG HEAD JUST HIT HIM OUT OF NOWHERE! Triggering him to pull... the trigger, and just about unleash a hellish explosion that engulfed the base and was pretty big, to which he flung away his ear piece from such piercing sound that had deafened him temporarily on his ear. Flinging it to the snowy ground.

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED!" He panicked, seemingly baffled by the fact he killed his partner, "Did I just get a divine revelation that the Lord exists? That indeed there is one in the world? What am I doing here?! I should be out there helping orphans out by ending their miserable life... yeah... I should go..."

He whistled a tune, thinking the head sent to him was a divine message rather than merely odd incidence, unaware of his partner's true status as he picked up the sniper rifle he had with him and merely waltzed away from his spot as he kicked the head out of his way. In retrospect, leaving the area as basically there were helicopters sounding off from a distance and several lightly armored vehicles speeding to Hei's position. His partner's comlink pretty much cut from a little ear pincher, as Hei was in all essence... ditched.

Meanwhile, the base would be stormed as helicopters would pour down rappels that has the heavily armored soldiers slide down from the rope, armed and armored as they are what one would call the heavy elites, the Spetsnaz trained to be pretty much efficient as a team... tanks meanwhile mowing down the fences in the base as they would speed in to look for the perpetrator of the slaughter of this remote base. Squads of the Spetsnaz spreading out as they in mechanical precision scower the area for a sign of the survivors for elimination in all essence, employing blood hounds and dogs as scores of them were in the area whilst Nikolaus was nowhere to be found.

Truly Hei was alone.

[Guest]

This was a night the Drachman military would remember for all eternity, a night that the survivors tremble in fear of, and of which tales are told to toughen and steel new recruits(or weed them out). It would be a nightmare incarnate for all those involved, and would remain a terrifying incident to both militants and civilians. A cruel time, in which a blood-drenched demon had slain a masterful General(Papas) and many, many, MANY others before setting their base ablaze with its unholy powers.

But that story would be told at a latter date(and also cause strained foreign relations between Drachma and Xing, since the survivors clearly saw Hei as a Xingese).

For now, the Xingese had dug several feet beneath layers of snow and ice to avoid being seared by the flames. Was it instinctive? No, it was due to his combat suit having multiple layers and the outer-most being flame-retardant, so, while he could weather through the flames for a while, the aftermath of the explosion(including the fiery hail afterwards) was something he didn't want to worry about any time soon. In fact, his first priority was to prevent himself from being broiled to death(or let his head by charbroiled to gritty bits).

Oh, the explosive part really didn't help much, either. Plenty of once-building material, now-shrapnel did quite a bit of damage, namely he had plenty of edged bits stuck in his back(fortunately, his head wasn't punctured, though marred by passing objects). But the pain didn't bother him much ... nope. What was really pissing him off was that there was only one possible explanation for such a massive explosion from a bunch of cleverly placed Nitroglycerin Canisters besides Drachman incompetence and inebriation: Stuka.

Nikolaus Stuka, his absolutely shit-for-brains-partner who wouldn't mind stabbing him in the back. Why did he ever agree to work with him? The Amestrian(?) just let loose a guttural sound, cross between a groan and a moan and a wail, before digging himself out of the ground. Days like these, he'd love to go to a restaurant and just eat the place until only crumbs were left, but the screeching wind(along with the rumbling sound of armored personnel carriers) was enough to make him reconsider his current desire. As of right now, he wanted to get the hell out of there, find Stuka, pummel the Blondie's ass and run like mad. This mission was a mass failure('There went my bonus') since they had essentially blown their cover to get rid of that General, so Drachma now had a reason to resume hostilities with Amestris ... ... but what did Hei care? He just wanted to go home.

So, after rising up onto his own feet, and without the slightest care that choppers were hovering all around him like buzzards and the APCs were closing in on his position(along with more seasoned and sober troops following behind), he proceeded Southward to where Stuka had originally camped, on the way back home to Amestris(and probably along the way to Briggs).
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"Enemy sighted! A Xingese soldier, like the survivors reported. This is Advance One, I repeat. Enemy is sighted!"

"Da, comrade, we read you. Eliminate the enemy, now."

"Order Received"
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Or so the short radio exchange went, and what mounted automated weaponry these vehicles had dispensed lead fury against the violent blizzard. A storm of bullets towards the Xingese who had his back turned, the militant whose only life was war. Needless to say, hearing the constant stream of gunfire was a soothing feeling to him, even if it was directed at him, in which case it just set him in a proper mood to turn around and start killing. The fleet-footed killer had already spun about, dashing low, almost as if he were running on all fours, like a savage, covering ground considerably faster than the gunners predicted, and effectively evading any major damage. His right arm did, unfortunately, get peppered with bullets, though many either impacted against his reinforced bones and just lodged themselves(for later removal), while others ripped across the flesh and carried on.

He reached the first APC, with gunner exposed at the top, trying to aim the clumsy weapon. To put it bluntly, the poor man was scared out of his wits, screaming like the little pansy he was before having the sound be muffled by the gurgling noise of his own blood filling his throat and lungs, as the carbon-steel blade punctured the meatbag.

As quickly as he had closed onto this vehicle, he left it to avoid the stream of bullets, which finished the job with the other set of soldiers inside the damned thing of steel, rupturing it and killing its operators and passengers, while the black-garbed demon proceeded to kill off the combatants in the other land vehicles, exhilarated by heavy machine gun fire, the bloodcurdling screams of terror and agony, and of course the all-consuming rush from the battle he always had. The copters' pilots were appalled by the bloody spectacle, their gunners even more so as the nimble butcher had killed their comrades below while sustaining only a small amount of injuries to compensate.

In other words, they lost their nerves, thinking he was a superhuman from 'Zing' and was going to next toss the APC at them and take down their heli, which they did NOT want to stick around and see if it was true. (Which, of course, wasn't ... since Hei never liked picking heavy objects up to launch them through the air as a ballistic projectile). Still, it was an amusing sight to see the Xingese reclining on the remainder of a horribly ruined vehicle, with corpses strewn about him, and blade stabbed into the skull of one nearby corpse, and the arm clearly ripped off the body ... on which he was gnawing on like a ghoul or some other undead creature feasting on flesh.

The Drachmans who had signed up for glory, those who were accomplished veterans, and those who were just battle-crazy warriors fighting for their beloved motherland, all blanched at this sight. To see a cannibal resting easily upon a ruined war machine of theirs, devouring the flesh of a comrade, with a maniacal grin, no a sneer before dropping the arm with a echoing thud from the vehicle and brutally ripping out the sword from the comrade's head.

To Hei, he was just damn hungry ... and thirsty ... and he never was a picky person. The flesh of the Drachman pig was just a little too ... bland for him, but the blood was marvelous, considering how parched he was from the explosion earlier, as he lapped the blood off his new weapon. The blood-drenched demon, the monster who devoured the countrymen ... it was all too much for these weak-minded fools, some who had experienced the atrocities of war multiple times, to stomach. They fled, rushing home to spread the tale of the demonic butcher that wore the skin of man while cleaving flesh and bone with both his jaws and blade. ... Hei was not happy, at this new development, as now he had lost a source of entertainment before he would go tear Stuka a new one, so the Xingese, in a foul of mood as ever, turned about and proceeded to dash in the general direction of where he thought his partner was going. Their 'Extraction Point,' if he recalled correctly.

Unknowing to Hei, the copters who had fled from battle had called into the local HQ, and requested for heavy artillery and bomber plans to deal with the Xingese maniac. It was the worst possible case scenario, as heavy machinery and weaponry, including massive explosives, were being utilized to combat this new terror, while straining PR with Xing to absolutely nothing. Thankfully, Amestris wasn't at all implicated(yet) and the peace treaty between them and the Drachmans was still good.

Meanwhile, the Amestrian would catch up to his blond partner shortly, and attack him with a leaping, flying, dropkick of doom to his back. Highly unlikely that Stuka would be able to avoid his attack borne of fury.

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Stuka meanwhile was just happening away from the scene of his latest crime that dubs him a complete monster (of sorts?) After in such a short span of time, had an adventure of his own, one of relaxation and blissful enjoyment rather than that of survival, though many people took photos of Stuka and thought he was bigfoot. (That ghillie suit kind of convinced them otherwise).

As later that day, thousands of pictures on MeTubby was uploaded on there showing the rare case of big foot actually existing in Drachma. Later on going on his little adventure to go to a town terrorized by a group of mutated creatures to which he stole all the food from there, had his fill, and burnt the town down to save himself from the farmers AND the mutants.

Later on Stuka would be going about as he had stolen a grenade launcher from a cabin left in a munitions depot. Leaving off to a grand adventure off a cave as a voice beckoned for him to resolve his ULTIMATE DESTINY by going into a cave in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, entering through as he had singlehandedly purged everything known as abomination, notably chimeras from the old generation, about a century ago and still alive, to be killed off, exorcising the cave as he made his merry way out.

Afterwards he has paid a visit to a local food store as he had the NICEST and hottest of meals that'd help him heat up in the midst of a cold winter whilst his partner was out there fighting in a cold Hell against an army with a lack of timing in relaxing. Not to mention Niko drank some hot coco, and had a nice lasagna despite being dressed up in a ghillie suit and having some weapons worn, which didn't really baffle the locals, they just thought he was just a hunter of sorts. Leaving the store as he took along with him some nice Drachman stew in a can as souvenirs of his brave (cowardly) endeavors as to leave his partner on his own.

Though as the day went on in a few minutes, Nikolaus was running along like a fatso since his ghillie suit was pretty thick on the legging as he was making his way to the artillery base, only to run along only to suddenly plummet to the ground as he rolled SEVERAL LEAGUES on the snowy ground so far as to roll for FIVE FUCKING YARDS which got Stuka to eventually get up with his eyes widened, looking around unaware that it was indeed the Xingese who had done that to him. Having been far closer to the Briggs Base if anything as he was pretty much if most, running around aimlessly.

"Could this be a revelation that I have to run off to safety?! THIS IS INDEED A SIGN! I shall be off! But firstly..." He looked behind him as he dropped his shrug disguise due to being drop kicked as the snow pretty much cushioned his rolls as his back was pretty much saved thanks to the shrub, otherwise... a kick from Hei isn't exactly something you can get out of.. ALIVE. "Oh, it was just you.... DAMN YOU SLIT EYED DOUCHEBAG!"

His eyes widened further to see an entire fleet of helicopters and APC's behind the Xing along with APC's, and without another word, Nikolaus just looked forth as Hei was behind him, and SPRINTED FAST, so fast he left clouds from how he was running just so fast despite carrying his pretty weighty weapons.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!"

Queue artillery strikes raining behind Nikolaus as he had pretty much just made a run so fast, he bolted straight for Fort Briggs as he ditched his partner... ONCE AGAIN FOR THE FIFTIETH TIME, at this point, Nikolaus's name should be synonymous to being a fucking ditcher and is most likely the sort of guy to leave his teammates behind in the name of survivalist mantra DESPITE HIS PARTNER BEING PERFECTLY FINE AND IN GOOD CONDITION TO RUN ALONG WITH HIM AS WELL.

Not to mention the artillery was in fact missing Nikolaus as shrapnel flew in multiple places with explosions and all that, yet speed was what was saving Nikolaus from his fate and typically characteristically he was trying to leave his partner TWICE now. First, from a revelation, second now is just for the selfish reasoning of just ditching your partner whilst an army was also behind them, clumsily trying to chase them THROUGH an artillery KILLZONE.

[Aurelius Schwartz]

[We're changing those attacked to a terrorist Drachman group. The reason for this is because we can't do anything with Drachma because Loki decided to randomly be on hiatus. And we also cannot have these sorts of missions where we don't allow the other side to fight back. That goes against the rules, you know? Especially since the higher ups were not even notified of the mission they were supposed to have issued... Therefore I have taken this action. Please just notify like Spade or something in the future. Thanks!]

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OOC: Music to play during this post.

@ Aurel: We never specified who exactly these 'Drachman' militants were, so that's a fine consideration. In addition, this wasn't really a mission so much a topic to develop the character dynamics between Hei and Niko ^^;

IC: . . . There were no words to describe the feelings of pure malevolence he felt for this man who was fleeing from him after cursing in his face. Needless to say, Hei could easily match pace with Stuka and proceeded to chase him down the final stretch to Briggs, whose personnel noticed the entire Drachman ex-military unit bearing down on these two former Covert Ops agents ... who were trying to kill each other in some way, shape or form, one more blatantly obvious than the other.

As most noted when the Amestrian-Xingese drop-kicked his partner, for the umpteenth time forward. propelling him a ludicrous distance (for a kick) away ... into a massive pile of snow, that probably cushioned the blow and saved Niko's arse.

'DAMN THAT MUSCLE-BRAINED MORON! HOW MUCH LUCK COULD HE HAVE?!?!?' the snarling brute of what was left of Hei's sanity proceeded forward, ignoring a shrieking shell happen to impact closeby-behind him. He would be fortunate and grateful to God/Truth for many reasons, but the first was that he managed to survive this brush with death. Namely the shell had burrowed deep into the snow first, which was rock-solid considering how damn cold it was here around in the north, before detonating ... physically speaking, it would be impossible, but that was just what happened. So, less flying bits of metal and wreckage would tear Hei's flesh to bits, or impale into his body. BUT, there was an explosion that swept him off his feet and sent him flying about the same distance he had kicked his partner. Unfortunately, the impact that he felt from said explosion jarred his mind significantly ... to the point that his he was losing consciousness ... and then the impact face first into the icy ground, next to his partner, as opposed to the nice pile of actual fluffy snow Stuka had impacted into. Yeah.

He was out cold. A few dozen meters away from Briggs. And his partner was probably not in much better shape. But, oh well. It was a fun life, killing people in the name of Amestris ... and ... something. Ohhhh puuuuurrrrrrrty staaaaaaarrrrrrrrsssssss.

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