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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/3/2016 4:05:27 AM
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One of his screaming Angel-Arms catches the disabled equipment but does not throw it back, instead allowing for the man to come closer.
The EMPs were but a precaution just in case the man's systems could reboot.
Another shot discharged itself as the man raised his tanto to stab into Lucien - an experimental micro-driller round, the tip embedding itself into the man's armoured armpit before drilling and ejecting an explosive deeper through the armour.
Lucien took the knife through his throat, releasing a gout of viscera, ash and fire from the wound. He laughed in a thousand voices - this man did not understand, did he?
Just as he finished drawing the knife through Lucien's flesh, the polyps upon his chest scar began to glow brightly from beneath the blue flames blanketing them. The methane buildup in the growths detonated in a flare of indigo and cerulean flames, melting through armour and sending the soldier rocketing backwards -
Until one of Lucien's Angel-Arms caught him by his flailing knife hand, the other Angel arm smashing his legs repeatedly with the disarmed railgun. Finally they just smashed him to the ground and pinned him as Lucien fired driller shots into the elbows of both his arms like a twisted crucifixion of fire.
The sensible Lucien would've then asked the intruder questions. Any reasonable man would after all. But this beast was not the diplomatic and atoning Lucien, this was the embodiment of his sins and ultimate heresy. And the monster only hungered for the sins of others, not information or knowledge.
Whatever demon Lucien became thrust down his superheated blade into the soldier's less-armoured neck, allowing for the blade to soak in the man's sternum before the polyps began to sprout in the sword's wake.
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[i]The blade to the neck was a death blow, but not before the man had a chance to override his armor's reactor core with what last strength he had. In seconds, as Lucien was atop him, a powerful explosion, equivalent to perhaps a 2,000lb JDAM was released, blowing the man and his armor apart, and devastating the building which they were fighting on. The heat and shrapnel from the explosion was immense, and there seemed to even be a blast of white-hot energy as the explosion occurred. The building crumpled with the force of the explosion, and the two next to it suffered pretty serious structural damage. In the sky above it, a great plume of smoke could be seen.[/i]
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The spike in temperature was felt in Lucien's body, alarming his beastly senses nanoseconds before the detonation. In an attempt to protect him, his Angel-Arms wrapped around his body and calcified in an instant, turning to a ceramic-like state with a flare of blue fire. His wings did the same in an attempt to boost his protection, wrapping around him but only having time to harden part of itself before the explosion occurred. The blast sent him through the air as the buildings collided in his wake, the soldier's self-destruction sending concrete chunks into the air. By the end of it, Lucien's wings and arms were both shredded by concrete and burnt away by the blast. His arms were both cut off by the forearm but only by shrapnel, which would otherwise be a problem if the heat destroyed his limbs. Amazingly enough was the sword held in his mouth, bound to his face by a fleshy mass that was half-burnt and decaying. This was a trick he learned while fighting Ronin himself. While not his usual type of style, it came in handy in such a situation. Through the smoke and the fire he stumbled to another gathering of corpses and fell down to them, stabbing his devouring blade into one. The same bioluminescent tendrils from before appeared from the corpse, spreading to another while metabolizing. They pulsed weakly as they drained organs, blood and bone and altered them by crudely changing their genetic code through some kind of viral miracle. Dumbfounded and waking from his trance, Lucien lay there as his body slowly regenerated as the corpses were consumed by his virus' mutated consumption, sword still bound to his jaws grotesquely.
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[i]Around him on the streets, the sickening piles of civilian corpses surrounded him, laying in the places they had fallen as the soldier shot them down. Men, women, children, their lives extinguished, never to see the light of day again. Blood ran in the gutters, the air was acrid with the smell of charred flesh and smoke. The buildings that the fight had occurred atop were well-destroyed, looking as if they had faced the full brunt of the blast, and yet, amidst the rubble of the middle one, the charred remains of the soldier and his exosuit remained, destroyed beyond repair, systems completely scrapped. It appeared that the explosion happened from the inside of the armor, as the chest was blown outwards, ripped apart. However, in the rubble, it appeared that the single shoulder pauldron on the right side remained in one piece, although scraped, scratched, and dented. [/i]
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A few moments passed as Lucien's arms grew back to their regular size. The blade clattered to the ground as it was released from his mouth, the flesh dissolving with a flare of weak blue flame. Lucien picked it up and sheathed it, then unclipping the scabbard from his waist and using it as a walking stick. Most of the corpses around him had been fully consumed, leaving only bits of gore. Others had been half-eaten by the tendrils, scars of ash and burns marking where they were fed upon. He made his way over to the epicentre of the blast and gazed upon the remains of the soldier, regretting his decision to let his inner demon reign. He could've taken valuable information from the man. Just as he was about to leave he spotted it. An intact shoulder pauldron. Lucien picked it up and turned it around so that its outer side would face him.
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[i]There on it, the insignia of a blood-red cobra, coiled and ready to strike. The insignia matched the faded one on Lance May's armor, and perhaps May would have some answers... [/i]
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[i]Ronin.[/i] Lucien tucked away the armour sample and took a few more scraps, putting every piece into the inner pockets of his shredded coat. He would have to ask Ronin some questions pertaining to the man's insignia.
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[spoiler]End[/spoiler]
