Encroachers [Mexico City; Bastille; Closed.]

[Kyrie Blaze]

. o O ( Corey to GM. <3 /soexciteomg.

Note! For the purpose of this thread, the GM has allowed extended use of the Sky Force jackets, for storyline purposes only. )

Streaking across the still-dark-but-just-beginning-to-lighten sky were two blondes that would have been about the same height...if not for the fact that one wore blisteringly high heels.

Kyrie's blue gaze was sharp. Their pace was blistering, and the blonde used her qi to shield her blue eyes and trailed another tendril to do the same for Bastille unless she had some kind of glasses to protect her own crimson hues. They'd been flying for several hours, with only a brief pause to hover every few hours, for no more than ten to fifteen minutes. The dried foodstuffs Kiyr had packed came in handy.

She had everything she would need for this...including an extra Sky Force jacket secured deep in her bag.

With time being so precious, they could only afford so many stops to ensure they stayed in condition to deal with what they would in Mexico City.

Kyrie took a deep breath. Mexico City was just ahead.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille had to hand it to Davids brother...or...guy helping his brother- for she had never, in her life- shockingly- been to Mexico. She wondered what it might have looked like before, but even now she was interested. Bastille had gone home and given the girls a kiss goodbye before suiting up and taking most of her ten minutes in convincing Buck that he would have to dress up as Bastille for a couple days. She'd managed to slip out without Mathew noticing, although she doubt he was home at that point.....

Her rapier was strapped to waste and to her leg with a thigh and calf strap. Otherwise she was wearing her normal outfit and this awkward sky force jacket. She missed her bomber already- that was for sure. Bastille had brought her world war II airforce goggles so Kiyr wouldn't have to shield her eyes because- sadly- Bastille had taken a minute longer to get home then she had planned since her eyes had been watering.

While Bastille could mock this journey to anyone and their mother, on the inside she was slightly torn about what she was doing and why she had agreed to quickly. But that was for later, now as a knight she was strapped to this mission- just as her sword was to her leg.

[David B.]

On approach, the girls would notice hundreds, if not one or two thousand men outside the city, in tents, prepping weapons. There were massive groups camped here and there. On the outskirts was shouting and fires- a war. The people of Mexico City had, apparently, overthrown Barkers men, and thousands were now in the streets, fighting, trying to outlast them. Walls were erected everywhere, surrounding most of the populace, and encompassing the entirety of the inner city.

Despite the fight, the place was in ruins.

The girls would easily make it over the wall, the warriors below too concentrated on the task at hand to notice them. One man stood on the roof of a ruined skyscraper, and was wearing a Sky Force jacket, waving for them.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie's eyes took in the situation, making rapid sweeps to observe while keeping on the lookout. Nervous tension - the beginnings of adrenaline - were amping her state of awareness. The fights, the fires, the shouts, the war.

The Sky Force member.

Gesturing silently to Bastille, Kyrie angled her course and streaked towards the Sky Force member, braking quickly but comfortably, her qi wrapped around Scarlet to ensure she wouldn't be dislodged. She took no chances with the little Dragon's well-being--though she realized that Scarlet was tough and strong and enduring...she had a very fragile body. Touching her feet down on the roof, Kyrie settled on her feet, adjusting to the feel of being on the ground once more.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille would cut off flying and drop onto the roof in a crouch, before standing and dusting herself off. Frankly, she wasn't used to flying...so her legs felt like jello. She crossed her arms and stayed silent. Kiyr was boss here, she was just tagging along to make sure no one jarred her favorite little pixie.

[David B.]

The man was wearing a bandana, and offered the girls each one- both were purple. He had to shout above the din of battle.

"THEY HAVE A GROUP OF MEN KNOWN AS THE SAND BROTHERS. THEY KICK UP STORMS TO BLIND AND SUFFOCATE."

He pointed down at a building- a small bar under attack by a small Barker squad.

"LAST WE SAW OUR GUY, HE WAS CARRYING A LITTLE GIRL INTO THAT PLACE. GET DOWN THERE, ASSIST THE SURVIVORS, AND WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO GET HIM OUT!"

There were six men, with Barker uniforms, crouched behind a semi, firing arrows at the building. Four more men were behind a truck to the left, firing arrows as well. Windows from the second floor of the bar were broke out, and people were firing arrows back.

Stats of Barkers men : 10 in all categories
Remaining enemy troops: 10
Remaining survivors: 8

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie took the bandana and wrapped it over her face. Her hair was bound in a braid with the tail tucked beneath both jacket and shirt so it wouldn't be grabbed. She looked down to the location their man was pointing to and made a strong nodding motion.

She moved to Bastille, raising her voice to be heard though she got close so she didn't have to yell.

"I am going to take the four out in one fell swoop; do what you can with the six but be careful! I will help you as soon as the four are dispatched!"

So long as Bastille gave the affirmative, Kyrie would hop lightly on her feet a couple times, testing her legs, and then would turn and sprint from the roof, using the jacket to guide her trajectory towards the four, coming in hard and fast. Moments before she was upon them, she pushed her qi out: thick and black--a shield of sorts--and would use it to ram and sandwich the four against the truck. The soles of her feet were pressed to her qi's construct, palms of her hands, as well, giving her a brace of sorts and it would also protect her from immediate danger of the returned fire of arrows. And the bodies between the 'shield' and the truck would cushion her own impact, drastically minimizing or nullifying her own injuries.

If she managed, she would either daze them...or kill them, outright.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille would take the bandana and tie it over her nose and mouth. Her eyes narrow and she would nod to Kiyr...though her blood thirsty smirk was well hidden by the bandana.

She would jump down immediatly useing the jacket to float nicely in back of the men, working to swipe two down dwiftly with her sword and using elaborate acrobatics to silently take down the next four....perhaps over killing it.....she moved at top speed and with full strength. Slamming hand stand kicks in their throats and using her legs to ram them into the ground. She didnt exactly want or hopefully need kiyrs help.

[David B.]

Two of the four men Kiyr attacked would die instantly, the sickening crunch of bone with a slight wheeze indicating ruptured lungs or other organs. The other two were injured, ribs cracking. One would try and draw his sword, the other legtloose an arrow At Kiyrs face in a foolish attempt to kill her. It would roll right off the shadow shield. These men were focused, and told there would be no reinforcements... So where did this bitch come from?

The Two Bastille attacked were easily cut down, unable to defend themselves against the strength of the red eyes woman. Two more were cut down before the last two drew their blades. The one on the left would lash out in a downward strike from right to left, aiming to hit Bastille on the left shoulder, and cut her clean down diagonally to her right hip. The other man held his throat, as an arrow from the bar window struck him solidly in the Adam's apple. He began to choke on blood, falling back and gasping/coughing deep red fluid onto the concrete.

The door to the bar would be clear as the arrows stripped flying, should Bastille and Kiyr be able to dispatch their final opponents.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie's gaze came down upon the two remaining. Perhaps surprisingly, they were clear, and cool. Absolutely calm. After the arrow bounced, she drew her qi inwards as she sprang in a diagonal roll, ignoring the complaints of her joints and muscles; they would loosen and warm up again as she worked.

As she came out of the roll, she withdrew one of her daggers and leaped to rush in a sprint for the one that had was trying to draw his sword, first, while the other would need time to knock an arrow into place. The petite blonde would use one hand to stay his hand withdrawing the blade, the other plunging her dagger up through the soft bottom of his jaw with every intent to pierce through into his brain. With a brutal twist, she would free the dagger and whirl.

If the other had an arrow ready, she would immediately fling a hand out, her qi shooting forwards in a solid form to knock the bow and arrow away.

And then she rushed him. One step against his leg and she sprang, planting her knees and limbs tight against the sides of his head and then giving her entire body a brutal twist to snap his neck. Using the momentum to fling the body and clear distance--she rolled off her shoulder again, into a crouch. Kyrie would look to Bastille, should all have gone well for her end!

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille was a bit thrown off by the arrow coming from the bar window- so instead of whipping around and locking her sword with his, sliding her superior blade down to the hilt and using the leverage of strength he had put into the attack to use the fancy hilt of her sword to grab the blade, kick off the ground and roll over his back taking his sword arm and pulling it behind him harshly with her as Bastille took her sword with her- and before he could let go of the sword she would have broken his shoulder, kicked his feet out from under him as she wound up in a crouch to the side, for which she would roll on top and grab his head and rip it to the side, snapping his neck before he ever knew that he's just eaten pavement.

nope. None of that. Her eyes narrowed at the bar window and she instead ducked to the ground back and away from the man swiping, taking the small chance that arose from the lost balance over hitting nothing but air after intending a strike for an opponent and whipping around with her foot to knock his legs out from under him by hitting the knees and swiftly twisting up and grabbing his face, bringing it down on her knee.

Raising her blade she would stab it into the guys throat, hopefully effectively killing the man face down on the pavement. And her eye- hidden by the goggles and her lips by the bandana were strained into an annoyed frown. She didn't like looking brutish, and her original move would've been so much more stylish. Though really she shouldn't be so angry, they weren't really worth her time. So she would sigh and step towards the bar, just before the blood could touch her boots.

[David B.]

Death.

The men that were left died quickly, easily, dispatched by the two regal women without them even breaking a sweat. As the two girls would step forward,men appeared in the windows, bows drawn and pointing at them. A man would shout.

"Hold your fire!"

The door would open, and a man walked out, scarred, with a bow in one hand and a sword in the other.

"Boy...you girls sure do have good timing. Who do you report to?"

He would stand, waiting, watching, all bows in the windows relaxed but..still nicked, just in case.

[Kyrie Blaze]

In response to the perceived threat, another shield-like construct was pulled from the shadows near the truck. With the call to hold fire, it sank and dissipated to its element again, and Kyrie stood, arms at her sides with her dagger held in a relaxed fashion. She showed those in the building no fear, eying them all at once but none specifically until the man came out. Her blue eyes turned down towards him, calm and clear and focused.

"We hail from North-West of the Mexico-American border, based in Long Beach, California. We are part of the Dragons, but arrived on unrelated business. The person we are looking for was reported to have gone into your building, but we are only happy to help out." She offered a small, if grim, smile. "Barker finds no allies in us. We contest territory with him where we are based."

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille would sheith her sword and cross her arms, staying silent and keeping the goggles over her eyes and the purple bandana over her nose and mouth. She had shoved her bomber jacket that had been tied neatly in her bag over the air jacket and over most of her revealing outfit. Sometimes the red color and the ancient fashion of the tunic got recognized.

She just hoped no one recognized her signature hair. She'd prefer to finish this mission with no permanent ties. So...there she stood- silent as the grave.

[David B.]

The man eyed her a moment.

"Dragons, huh..."

His gaze swept over Bastille, taking in her outfit, but saying nothing to her otherwise, assuming this blonde out in front was the leader.

"I came from Oregon, with a hispanic buddy of mine, Hugo. He had some family down here and...mines dead. So... we got in but...couldn't get out. Now i've hunkered down in this bar, and accept any who are willing to fight."

He would strap the bow along his back and rub a hand over his bald head.

"Who is it you are looking for?"