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Chapter 4. Searching Dragon Fights
She couldn't feel much anymore. She only felt the cold and the hunger. The satisfaction that she felt whenever she managed to survive another day had slowly faded into oblivion, leaving her mind a husk only capable of simple actions. Kill, steal, eat. She had wondered once, whether the continued use of her newfound power was stripping her of rational thought. Now she barely remembered her own name, flashing within the breezes of swinging weapons. She heard footsteps and her eyes narrowed upon the sight of a man entering her hunting grounds. The man was bare-chested, yet his skin was covered in tattoos depicting dragons and clouds in a typical yakuza fashion. His arms and shoulders were covered with a coat lined with white fur. The fur looked rich, and clean, something hard to come by in this sunken necropolis. It was a sign of wealth, and wealth made stocking supplies possible. He was large, but she had taken down yakuza before, their wild slashes only helping to dig their graves. She snuck into a position that would allow her to slash his neck open, when she froze. Fear, the first real emotion she had felt in a while struck her, all coming from the masked man. "So you're the one they call the black wind. You're smaller than your reputation portrays you as." The man sniffed the air, flames flickering between his fingers. "You have two choices. Follow me, or perish here. I don't want to kill one with such potential, but your deeds are starting to attract the attention of the American dogs." The air started to shimmer, shadows twisting around a single figure as he centred himself. At that moment she knew, that the man, no god, was her only chance of surviving this hell.
Lung
Honestly, for a man who proclaimed himself the master of arms, the cape was unremarkably predictable. His swipes and slashes were nothing I hadn't seen in my time in Tibet. But I suppose the man was fighting well, for a tinker he was more skilled in close combat than any tinker I had ever seen before. He was also getting annoying. His halberd, unable to pierce my scales felt like dull sticks poking at me.
"Enough of this farce. Take a nap tinker." With a deep breath, I sent a massive stream of flames at the man, which he dodged. Into the tail I had sent swinging, sending him spinning into a scrapped car. His body slid down to the floor, the body inside seemingly knocked out from a blow that would have killed a lesser man. The arena was silent for a few seconds before the zoom of a speedster sounded. The red speedster glared and vanished, taking Armsmaster along with him. I waited and was not disappointed when his reappearance was accompanied with the zapping sound of a man carrying a lance and shield.
"The bug zapper and the soldier. What could you do that your so called leader could not?" The taunt would have worked, but Dauntless was calmed with Velocity's raised hand. They appeared to have reached a plan of attack, for they each took position where it would be difficult to keep track of both of them, without taking a hit. The three of us stood when an exploding car signalled the start of another fight.
Miss Militia
I had linked my radio frequency to the three who had engaged Lung, and it didn't seem to be good. Armsmaster had been knocked out with a hit that had completely destroyed his power armour, barely leaving him able to move. Dauntless and Velocity had practiced contingency tactics for Lung, but without both me and Colin, it would be difficult to pull off. If only Armsmaster hadn't installed the biometric scanner into his weapons. Then Velocity would have an actual chance at hurting Lung instead of just annoying him. This was turning out to be a really bad day.
"MM, respond." My ears picked up the voice of the of Director Piggot. "Director Costa-Brown has approved use of the Ragnarok. Take Lung down, alive or dead."
I sighed as I murmured my affirmative. So this was what the bureaucrats had decided then, to put down the cape who had saved almost as many lives through an hour of carnage as the PRT did in a whole year. I didn't like it, but I would follow orders through. It wasn't like I believed it would actually work. By what Velocity had reported, Lung had passed the Ragnarok's piercing capability. Unless someone cut off his arm whole, it wouldn't do any permanent damage. Nevertheless, the knife in my hands shone and changed form, into the sniper rifle that I knew so well.
Shikigami
The search was uneventful, even with Inugami and my bodies searching through every hiding place within the docks. The child, no man, was searching carefully through each nook and cranny with a professionalism that was a stark contrast to his younger days.
"Hey grandma, your hands stopped moving. Getting tired in your old days?" Nope. It was back. "Ow!" And gone with a good hit to the back of the head. "What was that for?"
I covered my mouth with my open fan as I giggled at him. "Aw, is the puppy hurt? Does it want to petted?" My second body waggled a rolled up newspaper at him and tutted.
"Crazy bitch." He huffed and walked out of the room. "Why can't we just hold someone hostage and tell them to come out? It would be a better use of our time?"
"This isn't Detroit, baka inu. The PRT actually does try to stop us here." I was tempted to hit him again.
"These Undersiders, I hear they use monster dogs as getaway vehicles." Inugami was in thought as we exited towards the street.
"Why Inu, I never thought you were looking for a part-time job! Or do you just one of them to ride you?" He snarled and I giggled once more, growing to the same height as I absorbed my children.
"Say that again and powers be damned I'll rip your fan and shove it down your throat."
"Hohoho! You're welcome to try, mutt." I shut my fan with a flick and stared him down. He glanced away and I opened my fan once more. "I thought not. Now mush! We don't have much time until Black Kaze finds out."
"Find out what exactly?" The voice behind us was quiet but still was enough to raise the hairs on the back of my neck. Shit. We were screwed, weren't we?
Author's Note: Yes Shikigami, you are.
Hey guys, sorry about the slow update. Turns out getting used to Uni in a different country is harder than I thought. That and I have no idea what to do with Lung and his fight with the Protectorate. It kind of snowballed out of control so I'm just hanging on in the hope that something will come up that won't look too forced or Deus Ex Machina-like. Oh by the way I've also changed Chapter 3 a bit, so if you haven't read that go do that and please review! Seriously please. I have no idea where this is headed any ideas would be nice.
