Author's Notes: Hi everyone, wow, AND I MEAN WOW. You guys are still viewing the hell out of my story, and I didn't expect that to be honest, but thank you! I promise I'll explain everything at the end of the chapter. Also, to see Triton's armor, look up Greek Power Armor on google. Forrest Imel has some great helmets that I envisioned. Remember, please leave a review if you can, your feedback is my life blood. Anyways; Today's Special: Triton's Siege, Starring: Lena and Ramirez.
—Medical Bay Lobby—
Even through the med bay doors, screaming was coming through crystal clear, and had been so for days. At a certain point on the first day, Keahi had just gotten angry, punched a wall and left, Jack simply followed her. Most of the agents with the exception of Lena, and Ramirez, found that they didn't have the stomach to listen to the endless wails of agony, only returning once in a while to hopefully greet him as he awakens.
Ramirez was in the corner, smoking a cigarette, his head was down and he would squint in what seemed discomfort every time the screams reached a new high pitch. Lena watched him with growing concern as he took more and more drags off of his cigarette. Before long he seemed to have it, and threw the burning cigarette on the floor, then proceeded to storm out of the lobby.
Lena hopped up and followed her angry adopted brother. She watched him weave through the halls following him further until she was outside, in a field near the cliff edge, that lead to the rough costal waters below.
Ramirez stood there at the edge, staring out at the ocean. He was silent for a moment, and Lena simply watched him from a distance. "Dios, si estás escuchando, mi hermano y yo hemos pasado juntos por el infierno, hemos luchado contra posibilidades insuperables, y ahora, en cierto modo, estamos luchando contra ti. ¡No dejaré que me lo quites! ¡NO ESTÁS TOMANDO A MI HERMANO!"
(God, If you are listening, me and my brother, we've been through hell together, fought insurmountable odds, and now, in a way, we are fighting you. I won't let you take him from me! YOU'RE NOT TAKING MY BROTHER!)
He was panting now, red in the face, and eyes brimming with unshed tears. He turned to head inside but looked up and saw Lena, watching with sadness in her eyes. She blinked in front of him wrapping her arms around him, and he latched on, they both fell to their knees, and she could only pat his back and soft sobs escaped his lips.
—Near Talon Staging Area Bravo—
Reaper watched the majority of the forces gather near the entrance of the facility, weapons primed, and just out of view of cameras or sensors, as to not alert the resident AI, to the blitz krieg that was about to occur. His new orders were to separate from the main forces and search for Sombra and Widowmaker. Although he wanted them safe, he was still mad he couldn't lead the charge. Triton walked up from behind.
"Are you ready Gabriel?" Reaper swung around and aimed one of his dual shotguns at the mysterious warrior, to his credit, he didn't flinch.
"How the fuck do you know that name?" He growled out, wanting nothing more than to unload every round he had on the boss's new lackey. The fact he laughed at Reaper only infuriated him more.
"I know people, and thats all that matters. Get into position, find them, secure them, then meet up with me and the main force. We should have him in custody by then. I want to be out of here in two hours, tops. I will begin the assault in 3 minutes, when you get the signal, you move in." Reaper lowered the shotgun as Triton turned to leave.
"What's the signal?" Reaper asked as he watched the other soldier depart. He threw a dismissive hand up. "You'll see it!" He called back before he was gone.
—Medical Bay—
Marco was slack in his restraints, black blood had started to pour from his right eye, left ear, and both nostrils. His veins were pitch black, his blood fighting the serum in his DNA. He had been screaming almost non-stop for the past several hours, the injections had worked their magic for sure.
His muscles, once full and rather bulky, now lean and scrawny. His features once full and healthy, now gaunt and weak. His skin had become a sickly gray color. Although his body looked weak, his strength seemingly had only increased, as he ripped off a metal restraint around his wrist, but none of them could enter to repair and restrain him again until he goes through the final part, which involves stimulating the growth.
That means electricity, and a lot of it applied all over the body. Angela was a nervous wreck, quadruple checking all calculations, system statuses, and health levels. She needed this to work, she wouldn't lose him, she almost did before because of his stubbornness, and now here again she was, his stubborn nature putting him on deaths door step again, as she desperately tried to make this work, so he may live a healthy, normal life.
Winston had been a huge help, but even he knocked out after nearly two days of work. She was at her wits end, not only from sleep deprivation, but from listing to his screams over and over. It was breaking her heart in so many ways, and to see him in this state only worsened the already tight feeling in her stomach. She prepared the machine that would apply the full body shock, tears brimming in her eyes, knowing what came next would easily be one of the worst sights she would ever have to endure as a doctor.
This is why doctors do not operate, preform surgery, or even usually tend to loved ones. They are often emotionally compromised during the process and cannot preform adequately enough the help the patient. She was supposed to be the best doctor in the world, able to preform feats no other doctors would dare. So why is taking care of a loved one, or in this case, making them stronger, tearing her apart? He knew the risks going in, accepted them, but she wasn't ready for that, not his willingness to potentially die.
"Angela? Are you ready for the final part of the procedure?" She turned to see an exhausted Winston, bags easily visible under both eyes, he must have taken a power nap. She blinked the tears away before fully facing him. "Yes Winston, let us be done with this dreadful operation."
The two walked to the main console and manned their positions. Angela turned the intercom on for the first time in two days, not being allowed to speak to him while the serum was doing its work. She let out a soft sigh into the mic, unaware that her voice was instantly recognized by the restrained and bloodied wastrel, bringing him a heavy level of comfort.
"Initializing final stage. Marco, dear… this is going to hurt, more than anything you've ever felt before. I need you to be strong for me libeling, please. Remember, I love you." Her voice though a tad static, brought him deep comfort in his haze, not entirely registering what she said, minus "I love you."
He gave a bloody grin before going slack in the restraints once more. She looked back at Winston who nodded. She turned to the console. "I'm so sorry libeling. Commencing stimuli growth shock in; 5, 4, 3, 2, ..1…beginning." She hit the button and the chamber lit up, his body, as well as any metal fittings having a hot, dense, arc of plasma striking it. The bolts of electricity grew in intensity, and then the screaming began. It was strange it didn't start right away, but it now seemed to properly match the scream of a man being electrocuted from the inside out.
He writhed on the table trying to free himself from the pain, but the volume only seeming to increase as the voltages did. Normally this would kill someone outright. He was anything but normal. If the serum that was exposed to him in his embryonic stage does its works, combined with all the growth hormones and synthesized proteins, along with this final shock to his system, he would be one of the hardest things to kill ever made. She didn't even know what the extent of his power truly would be.
Both her and Winston nearly jumped out of their skin as the entire clinic seemed to shake, as emergency blast doors shut in front of the clinic. "Wh-Why did you close the blast doors, Athena?" Winston asked, still startled from the noise. She answered almost instantly, sounding strained. "Talon forces are attempting to storm the base, something is happening to my systems. I-I can't fight it all, they injected some code into my software." Winston looked worriedly at Angela, his eyes drifting to the tank that contained Marco, his screaming now faint compared to the adrenaline making the blood rush past his ears.
"Angela, stay here and finish the procedure, and keep this place locked down. I will join the other Agents and defend the Watchpoint. Don't try and play hero for anyone other than him right now, just stay here." He didn't give her time to speak as he ran to the clinic entrance, recognizing the conversation, Athena promptly let Winston out and resealed the doors behind him.
She ran to Winston's former console and began activating all automated systems she could now that her only assistant was gone. She swiftly maneuvered the controls before running back to her former spot, upping the voltage to its final levels, needing to maintain it for at least two minuets, on the already five he's had to suffer through.
Knowing it was almost over, but still on the most dangerous part, gave her no sense of calm in the moment. She could only watch in horror as someone she loved dearly was being tortured before her, and she was the one who was doing it.
It had just occurred to her that she agreed to help, she agreed to torture the man she loves to make him stronger. She gripped the edge of the console with a white knuckled grip, breathing hard and trying not to puke. She know its all in good intention on his part, but fuck, this was more than she could bare. She could be creating a monst-.
"No..Stop." She said aloud. "He would never become like him. He is no monster, just a man forced to grow up so much faster than he should have to." She turned to go check his vitals when the blast doors to the clinic were blown apart, molten metal flying in all directions, lighting several fires and creating a thick blanket of smoke around the room and heavily by the door.
Through the ringing in her ears, she faintly heard many things; the sound of arcing electricity, the sound of her boyfriend screaming, footsteps rushing into the room, and the cracking of fire.
When she opened her eyes, she only saw a golden, metal foot, following with her eyes up the mountain of a man. The light of the flames illuminated the tall being. He was taller than Marco, not by much, but at least close to a foot, and wore what looked like advanced power armor with a Ancient Greek Spartan style aesthetic, gold with glowing red accents. His helmet was styled as such, with a black mirrored glass covering the exposed face, there was even the red fur mohawk. Every part of the armor was intricately engraved in ancient greek aesthetic. He had a red cape that draped to the floor. He had a gauntlet mounted shield that was equally engraved as the armor and a similarly engraved spear with a few features if the buttons on the side told any stories.
He simply stood there, staring down at her soot cover face. "How curious." He tilted his head lightly, as if contemplating something. He looked back up at the quarantine that contained a still screaming Marco. Her eyes could only widen in horror as she realized she would need to shut off the shock soon or he would simply start to suffer damage from it, or possibly die.
She tried to use his distracted state to crawl away, but without looking he planted the spear through the ground in front of her. "Stay." He said nothing more, only moving closer to examine the man within. The tall figured tilted his head once more, "This is his son? The fabled 'lost man in the wastes'? Subject 001? He seems so…weak. That must be what this is all about, activating him?" He turned and faced Angela who only looked up, face stricken with grief.
"Please." She begged. "Let me turn the machine off, it may kill him." The man could only stare at her, his expression hidden behind the helmet and glass. He turned to face Marco, not moving an inch. "Then he is weak, and serves no purpose." She felt anger boil deep in her chest at that, faster than she could react, she grabbed his staff and used it to help stand. As she did, she pressed a random button on the side, activating the staff, the tip split in two and extended, freeing itself from the ground.
Simultaneously, an arc of electricity surged between the spear tips. She used her years of expertise with her own staff to expertly twirl the significantly heavier spear. She heard the clack of a dozen rifles being aimed at her, but her attention was on the threat to Marco.
He turned to face her as she stepped closer, still twirling the spear. He motioned at his men to stand down, watching as she struck an aggressive pose with his weapon. He stared at her, waiting for her to make the first move.
She didn't wait long to charge at him full speed, ready to impale him through the chest. She let out her fiercest war cry and thrusted the bladed tip at his chest plate. Her eyes could only widen in horror as it helplessly 'tinged' off of his armor.
He leaned down and calmly grasped the spear's shaft, pulling slowly but with far more strength, and with a fierce yank, she was forced to relieve her grip. She stumbled for a moment but regained her balance. He studied the blade she had attempted to kill him with, looking up at her, not knowing that his face only held adoration and fascination.
"You are such a fascinating creature Doctor Ziegler. Such a beautiful one at that." He said, his voice similarly distorted by his helmet as Pérdido's mask does for him.
Marco's screams were white noise by now, her attention, fully on the threat in front of her. It has been well over two minuets, and damage has already begun to him.
She didn't register his flirt, too enveloped by rage. How dare he?! Attack her patients, her Marco? Oh no, she would hurt this man. Her code of honor kept her from killing him, but she would find a way to hurt him. To destroy him, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally, all without physically harming him.
She shook her head, no…that is not her way. She still has to deal with him to save Marco, and there isn't much she could do without playing along and forcing Marco to endure far longer than he would be able to, he was most likely already on death's door step.
She jolted back to reality when he turned back to Marco. "He's still alive, let us turn up the voltage." Her eyes widened at his intended meaning.
"NO! YOU'LL KILL HIM!" She bellowed louder than she ever had before. She was panting, her mostly red face cover in soot and ash.
He ignored her, raising the staff and charging it to full power. She couldn't hear anymore, she just sprinted. Not at him, but the emergency shutoff terminal close by. She didn't hear the gunshot from a Talon rifle pierce her shoulder. She didn't feel much as she collided with the terminal with full momentum, knocking her into a daze.
She fell to the floor and could only watch as Triton, having not once looked at her since his previous statement, fired all the stored up energy to nearby input coils as the light inside the tank increased tenfold.
The blinding light only increased for some time until it gave way completely in one final blast. An EMP of sorts the caused the room to go dark, minus the few scattered lit fires, and a few emergency lights scattered around the room in case of a blackout. A thick haze of smoke hanging around the room.
Triton eyed the smoke filled chamber for a moment. His gaze never moving from the same spot in the middle of the chamber. He could only fling himself back in surprise when a fist collided with the glass, not cracking it, but making a resounding bang as it echoed around the clinic, all rifles clacked again as they moved their well covered aim to all focus on the singular target; the containment chamber of Subject 001.
—Engineering Workshop—
Ramirez and Lena were sprinting through the halls, trying to meet with the main force. A rumble that shook the whole base broke them from the emotional moment, forcing them to try and find the source of the explosion.
Lena was armed with her twin pulse pistols, and Ramirez his twin scorpions, each dressed in their respective armor and clothes. They legged it quickly down the hall, hearing distant gunfire and all sorts of yelling in the comms, they couldn't make heads or tales of what was happening, all they knew is it came from the main entrance.
Unfortunately, it seems luck wasn't on their side as a group of a dozen Talon troops could be seen running along a cat walk in the upper part of Torbjörn's workshop. Taking positions behind some heavy equipment, they duo waited, listening for the sound of footsteps to pass.
As soon as the coast seemed clear, the two run and gunners charged to leave the workshop, but not before a sharp yell made them take cover once more. "I found them!" The last soldier in line had been carefully checking his six and noticed the two leave from cover.
Rifle fire enveloped the room, as assault rifles, submachine guns, and pistols belched smoke, fire, and high speed projectiles. Ramirez cursed as he was forced to bob and weave the oncoming fire. His adrenal spiked as he heard the bullets whizzing by his head. He could feel several locations on his body being struck by rifle rounds.
He could only groan in pain and stumble a few steps, before continuing his sprint to cover. He didn't stop until he reached cover behind a few metal crates. He touched his shirt and glanced down at his blood soaked hand, and could only let out a shaky sigh. He brought up his scorpions and leaned slightly past cover to see most of them using suppressing fire from the catwalk.
He glanced at Lena and smirked, an idea coming to mind. "Hey, hermana!" He gestured to her chronal accelerator, then up to the catwalk. "Mind giving us a lift?" She looked puzzled for a moment, then returned his smirk. She nodded quickly and blinked to his cover.
She glanced at him with slight worry. "I've never tried to blink a person before, please love, be careful." He could only chuckle. "Y-You're starting to sound like me talking to Marco." She rolled her eyes before they both got in position.
They leaped at the same time, she blinked them up to the catwalk, a few feet above it actually. The soldiers cried out in surprise when both landed on either side of the railing and used their akimbo weaponry skills to quickly dispatch the soldiers. They quickly stepped down to the main platform, with a resounding 'Clang'.
A few of the bloodied soldiers fell from the catwalk and landed below with an unceremonious, wet, 'THUD'. Lena glanced over her downed targets, before turning to face Ramirez.
Her eyes widened in fear and dread, as he held on to the railing, taking a knee, and began coughing up blood into his free hand. She was at his side at an instant, pulling him up to see four gunshot wounds in his chest and two in his legs. He was bleeding internally for sure.
"Ah b-bollocks…Look, y-you're gonna be fine, love, just hang in there, and we'll get you to Angie. I need you to staaand up for me first." She spoke putting emphasis on 'stand' as she helped the heavier man up from his wounded position.
His legs wobbled for a moment, stabilizing as he gave her an unsettling, bloodied smirk. "Let's get these bastards first before w-worrying about lil' ole' me. I'll be fine, c-chica." She gave an unassured half-smile before turning and moving slower for Ramirez to keep up.
The sounds of the fighting grew louder as they drew near the facilities main entrance. The two soon rounded a corner and saw Jack along with Keahi. The two were working flawlessly together, taking turns laying down suppressive fire while the other reloads. Every once in a while Morrison's vizor would light up, signaling use of his advanced combat sights, heavily increasing his accuracy.
The hallway was in complete disarray, scorch marks, bullet holes, leaking pipes, electrical panels sparking or on fire. The younger duo approached the older pair, Lena taking point, while a wobbly Ramirez covered the rear.
" 'Ello there Jack, could really use your biotic field right now, Ramirez got himself into a bit of a pickle." He glanced back at the boy, and his eyes widened under his vizor, Ramirez was a fucking mess, blood stained clothes and face to boot. He quickly deployed the device, watching as Ramirez lit up in a golden aura.
"Feeling better, son?" Jack asked, putting a hand on his shoulder as Ramirez steadied himself.
Ramirez was silent for a moment, popping his neck and knuckles, wiping away the last of the blood on his face, and giving a sigh of relief. Despite the condition of his bloodied armor, he looked a-okay.
"Never better, papá. I appreciate the heals, saved my ass." He said smirking back at him. Morrison could only raise a brow at him, to which Ramirez shrugged and said; "What? You're more of a dad to me than my real dad ever was, and I barely know you. Get used to the name by the way." He ended with a grin.
Jack rolled his eye and smirked under his mask. "First Hana, now you? I gotta start keeping count of how many kids I got." The light chuckle Ramirez gave in turn was interrupted by Keahi yelling; "I'M DRY!" As a empty magazine was thrown past their feet, her gun fire had almost been white noise.
Like instinct hit Lena, Ramirez, and Jack all at once. They each snapped to different firing positions in the hallway, maintaining impressive covering fire as the three of them advanced through the hallway toward the once impressive, now destroyed entrance of Watchpoint: Gibraltar.
For Ramirez and Lena, it was simply a matter of a dance. They rolled over each others backs when one would need to reload or address a jam when it came to Ramirez. On his third jam, he glanced up at Lena who was glaring at the enemy with a stare obviously meant for him. "Sorry hermana, need to clean my guns more." He said with an uneasy chuckle as he fixed the jam.
The four advanced with Keahi now reloaded and in the fight, now covering their rear. Keahi scooted closer to Ramirez and bumped his shoulder without looking at him, he glanced but turned his sight forward as they crept through the now eerily quiet halls, save for the gunfire in the distance.
"Any word on Marco?" She asked quietly, her former military training keeping her eyes focused on the halls behind them. He simply gave a defeated sigh. "No, not yet." He said in a strained whisper, his wasteland instincts keeping him quiet and alert for threats.
The walk down the halls to the main entrance felt as if it took far too long. The emergency blast doors were blown apart, small fires alit everywhere, and the gunfire and energy weapon discharges had grown disturbingly quite. Ramirez noticed an unoccupied secretary desk, and approached unhesitatingly.
The other three held position and looked at him in anger that he broke formation. "Ramirez, the fuck do you think you're doing?" Keahi whispered angrily from her spot behind a large column that went to the ceiling. He ignored her and kelt next to the line of data ports.
So something had caught his eye when they entered the room. It was a little data drive that was small, rectangular, and black with a glowing, purple, candy skull on the top. Looked Mexican or Spanish in design. He pulled it from its port and flipped it over to see the Talon logo stamped on the back.
He put it in his pocket and not even a second later, Athena's voice came through loud and clear. She sounded panicked. "All agents in close proximity to the clinic, Doctor Ziegler and Marco are in danger!" She practically shouted. Ramirez shared a look of dread with the others and sprinted through the halls back towards the clinic.
The loud footsteps of Winston along with many other agents could be heard pouring into the base, they must have dealt with the threat outside and heard Athena's call. Although Ramirez heard almost nothing, somehow sprinting past Lena, he muscled it as fast as he could to the clinic. He would occasionally cross paths with a lone grunt, or a small squad, and quickly eliminate them with crack shot accurate fire.
Ramirez only stopped when a blue blur cut off his path. He tried to get past his adopted sister only for her to put hands on his chest. His eyes shot to her, nervous, terrified if he was being honest, and man were his eyes honest.
"We go together love, stick with us, so we have a better chance." She turned and started to run, noticing just now many of the agents turning the corner. He turned and followed her, keeping close. "How the bloody hell did you run so fast? I had to blink to catch up to you." She asked as they ran.
Although it was a serious situation, he appreciated Lena's attempt to lighten the mood. "Wasteland cardio,- does wonders for endurance- and my rock hard thunder thighs." He said in-between breaths with a jovial tone.
She giggled for a moment as they ran, soon rounding a corner to see a destroyed blast door and two Talon soldiers guarding the clinic. They slowed and took position behind a few inlets in the walls, waiting for the rest of the team to catch up.
The mass group's footsteps drew the guards attention to their end of the hall. Ramirez needed to make sure his brother and Angela are safe. He didn't wait any longer as he sprang from cover and fired six rounds total, three from each gun, two to the chest, one to the head.
He stepped over the bodies before they even stopped moving, thats when all hell broke lose. He was coming closer to the entrance when gunfire lit up within the room, it sounded like at least a dozen or so rifles firing all at once. All of the agents came to a stop behind Ramirez, watching the entrance of the clinic. He could start to hear crashing, as if someone was trashing the room.
Then it came, the roar. Not just any roar, one of a tortured animal, one of a such a derelict state, that only some supernatural scream could free them. It was so deep in tone, and so fierce, that a death claw would have turned and scampered off. It sounded like it belonged to a literal demon.
Many agents put their hands over their ears to filter out the roar, as its guttural reverb was quite literally shaking the whole facility. Then it stopped. Two voices could be heard conversing for a few moment, no one was able to point out what they said, based on their distance away from the clinic.
Although the noise had put everyone on edge as they stared at the room terrified of what monster could have produced such a sound. Even Ramirez whose heard full grown alpha Deathclaws roar feet away from him, was frozen in fear. A though crossed his mind, one he did not particularly like. "W-Was that Marco?" He half whispered in horror.
—A Few Minuets Prior—
Triton was still slightly shaken by the punch against the glass. After a moment of silence, another one, this one louder than before. The smoke that filled the containment cell was all too thick to see through, putting everyone on edge.
Angela was still alive and conscious, just in a lot of pain and laying against a console trying to staunch the bleeding, as a rifle round had torn it way through her right shoulder. She watched silently, although with a expression, of pain and fear, not for her, but her lover.
He looked back at Angela. "Will the cell hold him?" She could only stutter to form a response, as she was still battling the searing pain of her injury. "I-It should, not e-even Winston in his pr-rimal rage could c-crack it." She stammered out, wincing ever so often.
*CRACK*
Just then a third fist collided with the glass, sending a spiderweb crack in all directions around the tube. All the soldiers jolted back, rifles trained. "Sir?" The Corporal who entered his tent earlier asked. He was silent, simply readied his spear and shield.
*POP* *POP*
The sound of a pistol caliber, bullet cartridge weapon sounded off. Triton didn't flinch unlike most of his men, the Corporal sounded out again. "Sir, the men watching our flank are down." He shook his head lightly, mostly to himself.
"Weapons trained on the cell, Subject 001 is far more dangerous than whatever took out our men." He spoke loudly, fully adopting an aggressive stance.
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRASH*
A fist was firmly planted through the glass now, it didn't look like there were many scratches on the arm for punching through an incredibly tough glass. Then it came, a roar so demonic and…un-human, it was heard for miles. It traveled through the city of Gibraltar, causing many heads to whip to the old base in fear. Reaper looked back through the halls, searching for the source. Amelie and Sombra, now back in their prospective cells, looked up from their spots, the supernatural sound sending shivers down all their spines.
—Present—
Ramirez stepped carefully into the room, weapons trained to the backs of a dozen Talon troops, many of them would glance behind them at the agents entering the room, but none turned to face them. Their attention was firmly planted on the temporary quarantine station set up for Marco.
He could see Angela somewhat through the bodies of the Talon troops, sitting up against a console, her shirt looked bloody, causing him to pale considerably. He could hear the steps of all his fellow agents slowly step into the room, the larger agents guarding their rear, while agents like; Genji, Lena, Hanzo, Mei, Keahi, Morrison, and Brigitte followed Ramirez into the clinic.
Morrison nudged Ramirez with his elbow lightly, keeping his rifle trained on the enemy troops. "We need to get to Angela, she could bleed out if we don't hurry." He whispered softly. Ramirez only nodded curtly in response, they shared a look and shouldered their weapons. *POW*POW*POW* They opened fire on the troops from behind, sending his first few shots through the thin weak points around their neck armor.
A spray of blood, a few groans, and three bodied fell to the floor with a loud ;*THUD*.
The Talon soldiers had no choice but to divert their attention and a few turned to face the agents. By this time, most of the rest of the agents had begun to open fire, eliminating most of the threats with the exception of three soldiers, the corporal, and Triton.
The corporal looked terrified, his gun swaying between the agents, trying to find a good one to target. Once left with the fact they were hopelessly out numbered, he simply lowered his rifle, as did the last of his men. Triton, had his entire being focused on Subject 001, spear at the ready, wanting to meet the beast head on.
He didn't have to wait long, a foot was quickly sent through the glass and retracted into the murky depths of the chamber, even the remaining Talon troops turned to watch the spectacle, might as well get a show before death or permanent imprisonment.
His figure emerged, nearly a foot a a half taller than before the procedure, at nearly eight and a half feet, he was over a head taller than Reinhardt in full armor. His briefs stretched to fit his form, but was otherwise rather bare. He seemed mostly normal, minus his increased size and bulk.
His beard was longer, as was his hair, having been uncut since before he met Angela, it came to nearly his shoulders now, parted down the middle. His scars were somehow more pronounced, a bright pink as opposed to the soft rose color they once were. He seemed more relaxed and looked around the room with his normal curiosity.
When his gaze settled on Triton, his eyes narrowed to a nasty glare, one that even put Triton on edge, "You hurt me…that was…mean, luckily for you, I'm the meanest son of a bitch you'll ever meet." Marco said as he felt Marco take a back seat to Pérdido.
He growled an animalistic growl, something that shouldn't be possible with his anatomy, causing most in the room to flinch, minus Triton. "You come into my home, hurt my friends, hurt mi hermano, hurt mi amor…I'm gonna pull you apart, muscle by muscle, organ by organ, and I'm gonna take that armor and make it mine, and when I'm done, I'm gonna send your corpse to your boss."
Few had heard Marco speak like this. Ramirez has heard him talk like this before, during jobs when he needs to intimidate someone, this doesn't feel like one of those times. He seems to mean it, completely… He can only watch on as Marco pops the muscles in his neck and arms, ready for a hellish fucking throw down. One that will certainly cause some serious damage if not left in check.
Triton could only watch his opponent ready himself for combat, and could only pray that Reyes had completed his part of the mission, this shit had gone sideways quickly enough, he didn't need Reyes fuck up on top of it all to explain to Phillip.
The two stared each other down, Triton readying his shield and spear. Pérdido took a stance of a kick boxer, but without the usual sway or step, merely holding form and watching his enemy. Triton didn't wait long before leaping forward with all his might, the spear tip expanding at the last second and a high energy red beam arced between the tips, before being thrusted directly at him. Triton could only watch in horror as Subject 001 caught his spear and stood, unmoving, watching him…
"Today will be a reminder of humility. I was going to kill you, but after today, you'll wish I had…" He spoke darkly. Triton grimaced underneath his helmet before readying another attack.
