Post by David B. on Jan 8, 2014 11:23:09 GMT -8
Davids eyes came up as the men entered. Three of them. The three he had been watching. It came as no surprise to him that they had finally decided to move. David had all but eradicated the last of the spies in the core- over the last few days, since Olesyas disappearance, he had been fighting with himself. She must have vanished just after he left. No. She must have been taken just after he had left. After scouring the area by land and by air, he returned to her bike to find it still there, almost like it was prepared to collect dust. His fists clenched and unclenched, and he felt a terrified lump forming in his throat. Not for himself, you see- but for her. Had they taken her because of him, like he always worried they would? Was Barker behind it? Oh, please let Barker be behind it. David would snap his neck without thought or worry. He didn’t give a damn, at this point, if Mathew wanted to fight him over that.
If Sean Barker had stolen her, he would kill him, and Mathew, if he had to.
He’d tear the entire place apart.
Now, however, he sat in his chair, watching the three for a moment, until the one on the end moved toward the door. Then, he returned his eyes to the paperwork. He was attaching his signature to a paper that gave Kiyr Military Authority, and named her interim Elder in his place, as Kazuya had deserted and Olesya was taken. She was, by all intents and purposes, the next in line, and he needed someone he could trust to handle the role while he hunted down the sons of bitches who did this. Who took her. He would, of course, come back often to see to Maddie, make sure she was okay and knew that he was okay too…after all, she was the only reason he was still there and not out already. He celebrated Christmas with his kid, and the new year…but now that year was moving forward, and so would he. He signed his name to the paper, setting it aside with a sigh.
“It’s getting late, and I’m tired. So lets make this quick.”
He kicked the table hard, the massive granite slab sliding along the ground with a deep rumble. The man in front slammed both hands to the edges, catching it but still sliding back a foot or so. David was already running along the top of it, dipping into a baseball slid to kick the man in the chest. He flew back, slamming into the barred doors behind him with a grunt of pain as David turned his attention to the other two men, who wasted no time in drawing knives and lunging forward. David, whose feet had planted on the ground after the slide, jerked his torso backward and flipped his legs up so his knees were close to his chest, allowing him to roll backward over the table and off the edge. The man closest to him, on the right, flew around the table stabbing at him once and following with a slash. David threw his hips back at the stab, but stepped in as the man slashed to catch the assailants right arm at the wrist with his own right hand. He wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t pleased at the scream the man gave as the heel of his left hand rammed into his elbow, snapping it out backward and mangling his arm. He wouldn’t be using that anytime soon.
Still, in this half a second, the leader who caught the table had recovered and was moving around the table, coming up behind his screaming comrade. The other male was taking a leaf out of Davids book and had jumped up onto the table to charge at him from above. David kicked the side of the table again, sending the guy on top face first into the stone. He used a knot of air at the same time to blast the man with the broken arm in the chest, sending him flying back into his leader- or so he hoped. The man side-stepped and shoved his subordinate aside, moving forward. David wasn’t even tired, but he knew these men meant business. Drawing knives, attacking at once. They planned to take his life. He would have to stop going easy, and put an end to it. The leader slowed as he got near, waiting almost for his cronies. David let out a slow breath, pursing his lips almost like a whistle.
“We know whose who, now. Lets get this done.”
The man bared his teeth, but David wasn’t about to wait for the quickly recovering lackies- David moved forward, coming inside the fellows guard. The man threw a straight right punch. The guy on the table was taking to the air with his knife, now. The man with the broken arm was picking back up his blade…David had to make snap decisions. He brought up his left hand, curving his wrist so his hand and forearm formed an almost “V” shape. He used it to redirect the leaders punch by sliding it up against the mans own forearm and pushing outward. With his right hand he would snap up and jam a thumb in his eye. The leader cried out, falling backward as blood burst from his socket- David had put a wind blade on the end of his thumb, and he assumed it probably smarted a bit to have that stick into your skull. Now he had to content with the rapidly approaching man in the air and the one on the ground.
He’d had to take a hit.
He spun, counter clockwise, whipping up his leg into a roundhouse kick to the mangled-arm-mans jaw. He felt it break bone, saw the lights go out in the guys face, but was now preoocupied with the sharp, expected pain in his shoulder. The man in the air had cut the muscle there- a small, thin line of damage, about two or three inches long, caused a line of blood to move down his bicep. The mans look of extreme pleasure at having caused a wound to the Storm Dragon was short lived. As David planted his left leg after that swift roundhouse, his right (and injured) side would be facing the man who cut him. He gave a calm and decisive leg of justice to the mans neck.
And by leg of justice, he meant a right heal kick to the throat, sealing it shut. This would cause him to be facing the one-eyed leader again, whose face was covered in blood, and who was coming back to his feet with that damaged eye closed. Good. Less balance. Poor depth perception. The door started to shake, and people started shouting outside. They were talking about breaking down the door, and fetching someone for help. David, arm bleeding, and feeling adrenaline pumping through his veins, didn’t bother to open the door with wind, or let them know he was okay. No. He wanted this. He wanted them to come and try to touch him, to try and hurt him…to try and kill him. To give him an excuse to vent his anger, to fuel his desire to fight and yes, even his desire to take life. To take the lives of those that would hurt him, his loved ones….to make them pay.
The man let out and cry and charged forward, drawing his own knife as he did so to try for a last ditch effort on the still-young Blazes’ life. David raised a hand. Enough was enough. The mask formed around his head- his eyes turning an almost blackish purple as he called on the forces of his Qi to take care of this man. To put an end to his life. Not with a fluff of air like he had done to the tree or house. No- he forced his Qi to the limit, aiming to rip the man to pieces. Like the howl of a demon from hell, wind would shred the body of the assailant, blood and meat and bone matter tearing across the room. His arms were ripped off and shredded, his face torn from his head as his skull was chewed up like a watermelon in a big ass blender.
The room was painted red with his blood and body parts.
David would open the door, the mask crumbling away to to a hazy film of air, like the heat burning on the road in the horizon to form a “mirage”. He looked about at the people gathered, quite clean except for the bleeding cut on his arm. Most of them took a half step back. He seemed so calm, for what happened. He held up a folder, looking about.
“Is there a command officer present?”
If Kiyr was there, it would be simpler, but if she wasn’t, he would look to August who would step out of the crowd. He handed it to him.
“This is priority one- get this to her immediately. I’ll also need a hazmat cleanup crew inside the war room to clean it and identify the bodies. One of them is still alive, I think. Take him to LAX and have him thrown behind bars until someone decides to deal with him.”
August clapped a fist to his heart after taking the file, bowing as David would start to walk through the crowd.
OOC: Anyone can feel free to enter, so long as they are a Dragon, whether to be in the group outside the hall, someone trying to get in, or a passerby. David is open for interaction as well.