Black Lagoon-Broken Saviours

by Ricknarok

Lagoon Company have been resting on their laurels since their last job. They are comfortable, wealthy and reputable. But the hunt never ends. Old allies are called back into action as the fate of Roanapur itself is on the line when a particularly dangerous adversary makes himself known and threatens to burn all in sight to the ground... 'Book 2 of the "City of Ashes" Trilogy.'

15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Two-Hands

Revy had her hand on Rock's back as she attempted to keep him down behind the cover of the car. With her free hand, she took out as many of the approaching Black Marchers as she could. Though reinforcements had arrived and Shenhua and Eda provided valuable assistance, the mercenaries did not seem to thin out. There were so many of them. They were fast, strong and capable. Even when they managed to hit one, they wouldn't stay down. These brutes took three or four shots before they died. If they kept up this relentless assault, this war would not be as one-sided as Revy had initially hoped. The Marchers might very well hold their own for a lot longer than it had seemed before.

"Just keep your fucking head down!" Revy ordered as Rock irritatingly attempted to stand up and get a look at what was happening. There was indescribable death and carnage taking place around him. And yet, he did not seem at all fazed by it. He looked on with what might have even been described as curiosity. At this, Revy pushed him back down even more forcefully than before. "Dammit, didn't you hear me?" Benny was trying his best not to get taken down by a stray bullet as he used the open door of the car like a shield. It would not protect him much, truthfully. But Revy saw no reason to tell him that. If he didn't know that already, he would soon. Revy took Rock by the collar of his coat and dragged him over to the army truck, stuffing him in beside Garcia and Fabiola. "Try not to go anywhere, you brats." With that, she finally removed her second Cutlass from its holster. She felt naked just using one of them. Now, she could use her skills of death to their full potential. There had been a time when she doubted she was as good at dual-wielding as Mister Chang. The Triad's leader was a master at the craft, possessing unmatched skill in the art of killing with two weapons. But Revy had since improved quite a bit. There was a reason she was known as Two-Hands. With inhuman speed and agility, she leaped through the air towards a group of Black Marchers. Four of them were dead before her feet touched the ground. Once she landed, she did so between the remaining two. Anticipating that they would fire at her, she dropped to the ground, causing them to shoot each other dead. She wasted no time in hopping back to her feet and continuing the slaughter, sprinting the length of the street and mercilessly killing five more of her foes. None of them stood a chance. Even if they had seen her, she was much too fast for them. They were dead men walking. Reaching the end of the street, she spotted Wolf and Kane hacking at one another with blades. The sight was bizarre but quite exhilarating. The speed and brutality of their attacks were ferocious. Kane was clearly superior, though his opponent was putting up one hell of a fight. It was a sight to behold. Wolf had already sustained a cut across his right cheek as blood dribbled down his face and spattered the road below each time he moved. Kane, on the other hand, seemed to be doing just fine, with no visible injuries and only a faint bruise appearing on his lower jaw, presumably from being struck with the handle of his foe's blade. Revy took a few steps forward until the fight took place mere feet away. It was now that she noticed Roberta upon the ground, unmoving and mesmerised by the two men swinging at one another. Of course he stepped in to save that bitch. The thought almost would have angered her. But there were far more important matters to attend to. One of Kane's men attempted to sneak up behind her. She swung around with the intention of kicking him to the ground but he caught her leg just in time.

"Not today, darling," he told her before punching her square in the face and knocking her flat. The thick armour he was wearing covered almost every inch of skin on his body. Any attempt to shoot him would not work. Revy needed to find another way to kill him. As he approached her, she kicked into his ankles, sending her in the other direction while he fell flat. While he was vulnerable, she shot up from the ground and grabbed the back of his armour, tearing it from his body. He was exposed now, though he was quick to retaliate, grabbing the back of her shorts and dragging her off him before coming to his feet. He never turned his back to her. That would have given her the clear shot she needed. As difficult and awkward as he was being, she managed to jump up on his shoulders, wrestle him to the ground and put several bullets in his back. His blood stained the road as it leaked from his armoured torso.

"You've certainly been preparing for this fight!" Kane's voice could be heard, grabbing Revy's attention once more. She came to her knees and watched the ensuing battle, carnal as it was.

"Not really," Wolf answered between heavy breaths as he blocked two of his enemy' swings. He was quick to reciprocate with an attack of his own that cut through Kane's pants. "Maybe you're just losing your touch." Kane's anger got the better of him as he rushed in only to have his hand impaled by the assassin's blade. He dropped his machete with a scream of intense pain before ripping the blade from his hand and backing off. His blood was pumping from that wound now. Revy could tell from his expression that he could not believe it. The sounds of battle had ceased from the rest of the street, too. Though Lagoon Company and their allies were all badly injured and bodies littered the area, there were no more Black Marchers to be seen. This was it. This was the moment they would retake the city.

"You think I'm the only one?!" Kane spat furiously. "You think I'm the only one who will try and burn this place to the ground? There are worse people than me out there." Wolf was advancing on him now, his blade ready to strike at any moment. "My efforts here have already drawn unwanted attention to this place. There will be others. There are always others." As angry as they all were at Kane, he was right. Sooner or later, the Black Marchers' invasion of the city would attract the most dangerous enemies of Roanapur from around the globe. Wolf cut Kane's Kevlar vest off him and pulled back his blade.

"Noted." With that, he plunged his weapon into Kane's chest and watched as his own blood rushed into his mouth. His body collapsed to the ground pathetically. So it was done. Wolf turned around, anger and emotional instability visible from his face. He had been affected by this encounter more than it seemed. He started back towards the others.

BANG!

They all looked for the source of the noise but their gaze naturally went to the blood that had been expelled from the bullet hole in Wolf's chest.

BANG!

A second appeared in his abdomen.

BANG!

And a third in his other shoulder. Roberta, panicked and incredulous, grabbed the Desert Eagle from the road, came to her feet and pointed it at Kane's face. The mercenary had taken his holstered gun in his hands in one last attempt to kill the assassin. Roberta, apathy, anger and callousness in her eyes, spewed Kane's bone and flesh across the road below him. Revy immediately clambered to her feet and went to Wolf as the dying assassin fell to his knees.