Chapter 5: Training and Action
A.N.: Before I forget, the only reason I referred to Samantha as Sam is because in reality, people do that as well; it was by no means me confusing her for Sam in The Fabled World.
(Lyon's P.O.V.)
As I wrapped my arms around Samantha's shoulders and held her wrists, I placed my head beside her own, and ignored any possible awkwardness this probably presented for her; as this was strictly for training purposes. "Alright, now, when you are ready, pull the trigger."
When she leaned further back into me, I felt her take a shaky breath in, before she moved her muzzle down and closer to the sights of the gun. I had already checked, shot a few rounds, and tested that the sights were spot on before this moment, and she had also discovered the loud sound the rounds produced when the gun fired. For this training, I was using tracer rounds that showed where the bullets ended up, but I made sure not to leave them in bundles of over ten in case she held the trigger down.
After I took in a breath, she must've taken that as a signal, and I felt the muscles in her arm tightening beneath my grip. When I exhaled calmly, I heard and felt her do the same before the recoil from the gun blasted against her shoulder, which in turn went to my own. I did my best to ignore the loud thundering blasts of sound from the muzzle as our shoulders kept jolting from the recoil, but I made sure to keep Samantha from falling back. I watched in amazement as the rounds all kept in the general area of where I had shot beforehand, with just the small deviation around that area.
When the sound stopped echoing around the forest along with the recoil ceasing to hit our shoulders, Samantha shakily let go of the rifle. I let go of her wrists and moved away from her so that she could move freely, and I grabbed the LMG from the railing and out of her other hand, and I set it down on the floorboards so that I could reload it for another go. I looked back and at Samantha, and saw her grinning, while also apparently frowning as she rubbed the nook of her shoulder. I stood up and leaned against the railing as she asked, "How did I do Lyon?"
Smirking, I said, "You actually did really well for your first time Samantha." I glanced down at the gun, and decided that first I should see if her arm was alright, "Samantha, do you want to go downstairs so that I can take care of your arm?"
Her features seemed to scrunch up a little bit, but she soon shook her head and said, "N-No, I would rather that we continue practicing."
Nodding my head, I kneeled down as I grabbed some more ammo from the ammo box I had on the balcony, but before I started to reload it, Samantha knelt down beside me. I smiled, as this provided another chance at teaching her something that she would need, should she need to use these types of guns. "Alright Sam, time for another lesson, but this time I will show you how to reload one of these weapons. Now, what you want to do first is…"
I stopped when she reached out and took the ammo length from my hand, and rather gently I noticed too. I looked up and saw her eyes were looking down at the gun in between us, and I looked down as well and watched her place the ammo in the slot, but when she reached up to bring the aluminum housing down over the belt, I had to stop her. Grabbing her hand, I said, "Very good, but it is important how you place the ammo. You did the correct thing about placing the points towards the front of the gun, but the ammo clip needs to go in through the left slide of the gun."
"Why does it need to go there, and not on the other side?" Samantha asked, and I looked up and met her gaze with my own.
"Because the bullets go in one way, and the empty shells come out the other. Now, go ahead and show me what else you know about reloading." I watched as she carefully lowered the top of the housing, but now with the ammo in the right position and going the correct way now. When it was lying on the bullets, she glanced up at me, and after a few seconds, I said, "Don't be afraid to lock it in place… do it the same way I did." She nodded before she hit the top of the hatch, and I heard it click into place, and when she picked up the gun, she grabbed the bolt and slid it back and forth; prepping a bullet into the chamber. Smiling as she looked over at me, I said, "Congratulations on completing the basics of using and reloading a gun; you did a whole lot better than I expected."
Samantha smiled, and when she lifted the gun up, I saw she was still holding it wrong, so when I stood up, I moved closer to show her the correct way. Grabbing the gun handle with one hand and her hand closer to the barrel with my own, I slid it closer to the end, and onto the muzzle grip I had in place. Letting go of her hand as I moved her other hand, I said, "You keep grabbing the gun in the wrong places, if you grab in these spots; it is easier to hold and move around with it."
"T-Thanks Lyon… I think I'm ready to shoot some more…"
Smiling as I helped her place the gun correctly on the railing, I started to back away until she added, "Lyon, I'm not comfortable shooting it by myself yet… can you help me?"
Nodding my head, I stepped back behind her, and wrapped my arms around hers once again, before wrapping my hands around her wrists to help brace against the shock of the recoil. I started to place my head besides her own, but stopped by her ears once I felt something hit the inside of my thigh. "What the…?" I pulled away from her, and when I looked downwards and near my legs, I saw her tail move away from my leg.
"S-Sorry Lyon…"
Even though it was quite embarrassing for her tail to have gone that close, I said, "I-It is alright…"
Moving back to where my body was encasing and bracing hers, I felt a little embarrassment this time as I balanced my options, before placing my head beside her own. Once again, I took a deep breath in, and felt Samantha do the same. Letting my heart calm down as I closed my eyes, I focused on the sound of the wind, and the beat of my heart as it resonated inside my body. Opening my eyes, and letting my breath out, I flinched as I saw on the other end of the clearing a few men that looked like the Templar from before, but before I could point that out; Samantha began to fire the gun.
After the gun ceased firing did I see that the men vanished from sight all of a sudden, almost as if they had not even been there to start. When Samantha leaned back and further against me, I felt her lips graze my cheek, and that was when I snapped back into reality and pulled away. I quickly grabbed the gun for her, and I knelt down and spoke as I began to load a larger belt of ammo into the gun, "Alright Samantha, I need to get the main guns all around the house, but while I do that, I will need you to keep an eye on the perimeter… er… the edge of the forest."
She seemed to be blushing, though I couldn't be exactly sure why as I slammed the clip and canister lock onto the weapon. Turning the switch to rapid fire instead of full auto ensured the bullets wouldn't all be gone in a few short seconds. Picking it up and handing it to Samantha, I nodded towards her, before I rushed inside my room, and towards the stairs.
After reaching the bottom of the stairs, I rushed to my basement, and went over and grabbed one of my remaining three LMG's and slung it over and onto my back. When that was done, I grabbed two ammo boxes and moved back up the stairs. I was glad that I still didn't hear any gunshots or the sound of the horns going, so as I started going up the stairs to the second floor, I knew where I would place this gun. Samantha was currently on the western flank of my house, which was the only way to enter my house, so I went into the guest room and placed the gun onto the bed. Loading the gun and placing the other ammo box on the coffee table, I sighed as I opened the blinds. There still wasn't anyone or anything out there, so I sighed as I rushed to go get another gun for the south flank.
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(Samantha's P.O.V.)
I sighed as I continued to watch the forest tree line for the sign of anything that shouldn't be there, but I was only doing so halfheartedly while I thought of Lyon. My cheeks were still warm from my attempt at trying to actually kiss him, and I felt my heart increase as I remembered how he moved away from me. It was like he didn't even notice… thank the masks! But why did I do that!? It isn't like he sees me the same way… sure he held me, but wasn't that him helping me to shoot the gun? I sighed once more as I let myself be swamped in the memory of his scent. It was strangely pleasant to inhale, but for another reason, I knew that I was most likely starting to fall for this human.
Out of how many owners, and random humans have I ever been subject listening too, and only Lyon has shown me kindness. The stories of runaway slaves really are true. Letting my muzzle curl into a grin, I leaned against the gun as I closed my eyes, and did my best to ignore everything else so that I could remember his touch as much as I could without him actually being here. I smiled as I felt my fur tingle a little from the memory that happened not that long ago. I never thought I would get to say this, but I actually felt safe in Lyon's arms… I felt safe in a humans arms…
HOOOONNK!
The rifle in my grip and beneath my muzzle nearly fell to the ground far below, but luckily for me I managed to catch it in time as I looked over, and saw a Templar group emerge from the forest only to stare at the tree they had just jumped away from. I swallowed thickly, and I turned the gun towards them and looked through the iron sights that Lyon had instructed me to use when aiming. I pulled the trigger when it was over them, but no bullets came from it. I looked at the gun in horror as I tried to see what was wrong with it. I looked at the gun and saw the ammo was on the left side, along with the points facing towards the front of the gun. Lyon reloaded it… did he pull the bolt action as he called it back?
Doing that bit of action, I heard a ding, and saw a bullet slide closer to the gun, so I smiled as I figured it out. Lining the gun back up on the Templar, I saw all three of them walking towards the house, and I pulled the trigger to the gun. The red lines that came from the rounds all went directly towards the Templar, and I watched as the lead Templar seemed to be pushed back before anything else could happen. The biggest difference this time was as soon as I killed the Templar, I myself fell down from the recoil the gun made. Before the gun had only created a dull ache in my shoulder, but now I felt the obvious soreness in it. I need to get back up and defend Lyon's home until he gets back!
(Lyon's P.O.V.)
The blasting sound of the air horn got my attention, so I stopped messing with the LMG in front of me, as I had been putting it back together, and moved over and grabbed my favorite weapon in my entire home. Reaching over and grabbing a large magazine that was full of large caliber bullets, I slammed it into the receiver, and cocked the bolt. A loud 'click' came from the rifle's chamber, and I turned and ran up the stairs as fast as I could with my light but large load.
Closing the door to my basement as I walked to the front door, I stepped opened it and saw a pair of men actually deflecting the tracer rounds that were now coming their way, and I saw a third body already on the ground. Moving onto the porch as the red tracer rounds continued to bounce off of a blue field like thing that surrounded the men, I went and stood behind one of the rails and spread my legs apart. Placing the butt of the Barrett fifty Cal sniper against my shoulder while bringing the gun up so I could look down the scope, I took a deep breath in as I lined up the reticle with the center mass of the nearest man.
Before I fired, the suppressive fire stopped coming from the balcony upstairs, and I knew that she had to of ran out of ammo for the LMG. I saw the men lower their guard, and what must've been an energy shield as Murphy described earlier, so I took that as my chance. Slowly squeezing the trigger as the men seemed to start moving forward, I lost all hearing in the second that there was a bright flash in front of me, and as the fire erupted from the barrel, I felt the massive recoil rock my shoulder back. The men looked towards me, but they were already too late to stop the imminent death that was soon to behold their party again, and I watched as a hole blossomed from the chest of one of the men. He was thrown back as the metal around the hole sprayed with blood, along with the metal warping from the pure force of the bullet.
By the time I cocked another round into the chamber, the last remaining man had thrown up another energy field of some kind, and I didn't even bother wasting a bullet, though I did keep the gun trained in his direction. As I kept an eye on him, a blue light began to swirl around his feet, and the more I watched, the more it seemed like something from a fairytale book, and then I realized what kind of energy they were using, no matter how mythical; magic. My theory was proven correct as he vanished from sight, along with the bodies of his colleagues…
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(Aldor's P.O.V.)
I walked around the area where the scouts were supposed to appear when they got done taking notes about the defenses of the one known as Lyon. From our instance to the house where he and the keidran resided, we couldn't hear anything, but I couldn't help but feel tense. He had weapons that acted like crossbows, but unlike a shaft from an arrow, my armor had been damaged from his weapons when I wasn't prepared. I wasn't expecting him to be able to block my attack when I had launched my own offensive, and I blamed that also for why I hadn't beaten him when I had first encountered him. He threw more of a fight than the simpletons inside the nearby town had, and they thought to call themselves law enforcement officers.
When a blue flash came from beside me and in the center of the return area, I was ripped from my musing as I turned to greet the scouts. I was hit with the smell of blood and death almost as soon as I laid eyes on the scouts that were lying on the ground, with the last living member kneeling down and breathing laboriously. I moved towards them, along with other members around the camp, but when I kneeled down beside the obviously dead Templar, I saw the holes that were in one's armor and the solitary one in the others chest plate. Whatever had hit the man with the solitary hole had him with enough force to bend the metal inwards, where blood continued to pool from his injury. "S-Sir… the k-keidran and man a-are strongly dug in. when the keidran stopped firing the projectiles from its weapon, we let down our shield… b-but then the man used something that killed Jerry right away…"
"What became of you then?" I asked as I helped two other men heal the flesh injuries of the dead so we could bring them back to their families to burry.
I looked back over at the remaining scout as I released Jerry's lifeless body, and when he locked eyes with me, he said, "I'm only exhausted from using a s-shield and transportation spell at the s-same time…"
Placing my hand on some crystals I had in my belt, I looked off in the distance towards where his house laid, and I said, "Well then, at least we know we need the Templar at the front lines to constantly have shields up while our troops in the back will launch attacks…"
(Murphy's P.O.V.)
Looking towards the forest, I grabbed my radio as someone asked, "Does anyone know why there were gunshots in the forest? Over…"
Clicking the sender button, I brought it up to my mouth and said, "Lyon chose to remain in the forest to defend his home… he is probably testing out a few of his weapons. Out…"
(Lyon's P.O.V.)
Sliding my hand into the nook of Samantha's neck, I did my best to ease the tenseness out of her body as I massaged he shoulder. She sighed as I continued to work my fingers over her muscles, and I said, "The thing about shooting something like that gun, is it will make you sore after you shoot it…"
I didn't get a verbal response, only that she leaned further back and against my hands, and I sighed as I felt a smirk creep its way onto my lips, and I couldn't help but add, "Good job Samantha on holding them off until I got back upstairs…"
"Lyon… thank you for not turning me over to the Templar when they first came for me… Oh… that one felt good." The moment she had 'felt' that part was the moment her muscle seemed to release their tenseness the most, and I could only smile as I continued to rub her shoulders. While I continued to ease her muscles, I couldn't help but let my mind wonder to other things that were going to prove to be such a bigger issue. Samantha had told me how those were only the scouts for what was going to be a small Templar army; how she knew, I didn't know. If what she said is true, then I will need to find all my weapons, pull some tricks from my sleeves, and pray for the best… I'm going to need to extend the magazines to those LMG's so that instead of one hundred rounds, they are loaded down entirely… I'm going to put at least three hundred to each gun. Before I work on those, I'm going to need to get my quad in here in case we need to make a quick getaway if we get over run. But after everything is done, I'm going to take my bike and go scout around the forest, see if I can't find their camp.
I hadn't realized that I had stopped massaging Samantha's shoulders until I felt her lean against me; at which point I noticed she had practically fallen asleep. Lifting my hands up, I placed them on her shoulders so that I could get out from under her, but she opened her eyes and looked up into my gaze. Smiling, I said, "I need you to let me up so that I can go do a few more things."
The only thing that accomplished was getting me into a tighter spot as she only pressed against me more firmly than before, along with her actually twisting her body around to wrap her arms around my body. "I don't want you to move…"
While it wasn't anything big, I actually did feel my cheeks heat up a bit as I now looked down and at her closed eyes, yet I didn't know what would be the correct choice of action for this situation. I guess I can just rest for a bit, but I need to get those things done before nightfall that way we are at least safe and prepared.
Sighing, I only wrapped one of my arms around her back while also leaning to the side, but I slid my other arm over the back of the couch so that I would remain in this single spot.
…
I snapped my eyes open as something warm and fuzzy was pressed against my cheek, and when I focused on the cause of it, I saw the wide eyes of Samantha staring at me. We remained like that for a few another dozen seconds, with me trying to wrap my mind around that she was kissing me, and her; well she had a red streak taking over the top of her muzzle.
Samantha averted he gaze from my own questioning one as she slowly pulled her muzzle away from my cheek, and I sat up as soon as she was no longer above me. When her hands were no longer using my shoulders for support, she turned entirely around, and was soon trying to get up and off the couch. I grabbed her shoulder and held her there as I woke up more than I already was. Her ears laid down as her head turned back around by a small fraction, and I asked, "What was your goal there little lady?"
Her head remained facing the other way, but it turned some more once I let out a small chuckle, "I-I just wanted to give you m-more thanks…"
HA, a kiss serves as a thanks, well isn't that just a cute little gesture… saying thanks would've been enough, not having to go as far as a kiss. Placing my hand back on the couch, I felt a smirk crossing my face as I leaned forward, intending to milk her embarrassment as much as I possibly could without passing the unseen and unwritten line. "Hey, Samantha, turn this way…"
After she was halfway to facing me, I smiled as I placed my lips on the side of her muzzle, but unlike her, I was only using this opportunity to tease her. I didn't remain like that for longer than five seconds, but when I pulled away, I could see the shade of her blush was beyond scarlet now, and I let out another chuckle as I moved off of the couch.
"Alright, I'm going to be in the basement if you need anything. If you want something and you know where it is, feel free to get it." I said, and I walked out of the room and towards the stairs to my basement. Back to business…
(Samantha's P.O.V.)
While Lyon walked out of the room, I couldn't help but follow him with my eyes as I felt a tingling sensation in my cheek. I felt all warm and jittery, yet calm and relaxed at the same time, and I felt as if my heart was racing in my chest from his action. My throat felt tight as I reached a hand up and traced the tingling area that was causing so many strange feelings to run through my body. He kissed me back…
I felt my face flush as my mind took me back to when his eyes had opened so expectantly during the kiss I had been giving him. I can't believe he actually woke up from that… that was even worse than when I spit on those slavers in the market that one day in CinderHall. But Lyon… he really kissed me back, a human showed me affection…
Lying down on the couch, I felt a smile start to spread across my muzzle, before I completely let myself submerge in my want to live with this human. I'm too used to the human life style to go and live in a village again… and Lyon has been nothing but kind to me. I sighed as I felt my heart do a fluttering spiral, and I closed my eyes as I turned my muzzle to the side, and let myself stare where Lyon had disappeared too…
A.N.: Hello everyone, and welcome back to another amazingly 4k+ update for this story, and I'm sure you all have been waiting for this to come out. I have recently gotten lazy while typing, and yes, that means I just chose to not write, but hey, I did it at my own pace.
King Spoot: I can understand, and I will try to actually incorporate those more into the next chapter. Just I feel I made you guys wait long enough for an update, and I have the 4k words for this chapter ready. Thanks for the compliment by the way.
GrimlockX4: Battles…? This is a miniature war in his front lawn! xD
3-D Jak: Ha, but Sam in Fabled World also risked his life to keep performing magic, not to mention that he had the abilities to use magic channeled directly into his head/mind. If we could do magic though, imagine a swirling vortex tornado that had fire and electricity in it… I would use that!
K.S. Reynard: I tried to make it where Lyon is big enough to engulf her body, like in a protective grip for later on. And I intend to have her using an easy gun to maintain… reloading an assault rifle has so much more things and mechanics to do, but a pistol is too weak. An LMG however may take longer to reload, but it is easy… just it is heavy and cumbersome when trying to move around (don't ask how I know these things ;) lol). And was the bonding I had near the end of the chapter good enough, or are you saying I should add more than that?
Maturedeath: I was thinking of giving him plastic explosives to use… but idk, how would he get that? Lol… and they invade our world because they love war and power, just like us.
xJapsx: lol, from what others say, my stories are pretty damn awesome… ha…