Snake Eyes

[Kazuya Hikari]

It's 1:30PM in the afternoon, where is Dillon, and what is he doing?

[Dillon Kyne]

Dillon is currently making his way from Dragon territory to the neutral area where his apartment is located. He's still in Dragon territory, and is quite a ways from his destination. He's shivering, but not from the cold. He has gone more than twenty-four hours without a sip of alcohol or a drag of any sort of drug, and the abnormal withdrawals have cause him to stay away for two full days.

He's wearing a knee length, black trench coat with a plain white tee underneath it, a pair of torn blue jeans, and some well-worn tennis shoes. His hair is disheveled, his face in scruffy, and he is fairly dirty all around. Pretty much looks like a homeless person at this point. He's swaying side to side slightly as he slowly makes his way back home, having failed to locate his friend.

[Kazuya Hikari]

"Halt! Hands where I can see them!"

A voice would suddenly bark out, as at the border of Dragon Territory and Midgard, a tall, muscular man dressed in a military uniform with an arm sash bearing the Strike Force insignia and denoting his rank around his left bicep, would come marching towards Dillon, a fairly large squad of soldiers with the same arm sashes, denoting their rank as well, around their left biceps, following behind in his wake.

"By the will of Sol Ransley, general and my superior officer, I order you to halt!"

[Dillon Kyne]

Upon hearing a booming voice coming from in front of him, Dillon would look up from the sidewalk and gaze through his locks at the large man heading his way. He would stop, as he was told, but instead of showing his hands, he'd keep them securely in his pant pockets. His drugs were hidden in his coat, but he knew how most law enforcement treated druggies, and how most druggies tried to protect their stash if it was on them. Dillon may not have been in the best state, but he still had his wits about him.

"Don't you guys have more important people to be shaking down? Seriously..."

He'd just shake his head before slowly taking his hands out of his pockets and raising them up to his chest. He wasn't scared of them, or anyone for that matter. He'd been through the ringer, and nothing they could do would be any worse. The only question he had was why they were stopping him of all people. He knew they were cracking down on local gangs and such, but didn't get the memo that addicts were also on their radar.

[Kazuya Hikari]

"Silence! Is that him!? Is that the man you saw!?"

The man would bark out, as from behind the squad of soldiers, a young man would step out and move towards the front, stopping beside the commander. Scrutinizing Dillon's face, as best as he possibly could through Dillon's disheveled hair, after a few minutes passed, he would turn to the leader, who looked impatient, and nod his head.

"That's him. That's the guy I saw hanging around with the Dragon General, Kazuya Hikari."

"That's all, now get out of here!"

The young man quickly turning and getting away as fast as he possibly could, the leader would turn back to Dillon and grin menacingly at him.

"Well well, it appears we have an associate of one of the Dragons. You see that? Civilians that were once on your side, have now turned on you! Welcome to the new age, I am Lieutenant Roger Dursden, and I will make sure you don't live to see another day. Men, attack!"

"Sir yes sir!"

Charging past their lieutenant, six would surround Dillon immediately, snapping out their collapsible batons and raising them up in the air, ready to lash out, would pause momentarily, almost like they were waiting for something, before without warning, all six would swing their batons down on Dillon, to try and beat him down to the ground.

[Dillon Kyne]

Dillon stood silently for a moment, as the leader of the squad asked a random civilian if Dillon was the man he saw. Again, Dillon had no clue what any of this was about, but the way the large man spoke made him believe that they definitely weren't stopping him for a friendly chat. As the civilian looked him up and down Dillon would bring his hands down and wrap them around his body, gripping tightly at his coat as the shivers started getting worse. A pain was building, and he wanted so badly to just give in a take a hit, but he couldn't until he met with Kazuya.

As the minutes passed, Dillon became as restless as the military men standing behind the informant. "Come on, man. I really don't have time for this shit..." He needed to get home or somehow find Kazuya, but the chance of either happening soon was getting less and less likely. When the man finally responded to the commander, Dillon would raise a twitching eye brow in confusion before realizing what exactly was going down. Guilt by association: something he knew all too well, but it was usually other gangs that accused him of such things. He knew how the new military was treating gangs and their members, so was well aware that things were about to get as ugly as the man leading this squad.

The man stated a half-assed fact, since Dillon really wasn't associated with the Dragons at all, continuing on with how the civilians had betrayed him. "Dude, they were never on my side to begin with..." He introduce himself as Roger Dursden before telling Dillon that he wouldn't live to see another day. If they were eliminating those associated with gangs, he didn't even want to think about what they'd do to actual gang members. The six men he ordered to attack surrounded Dillon, whipping out their batons and readying them above their heads. They'd pause, as if giving Dillon a chance for last words. "Fuck this..."

Dillon would attack the guy directly in front of him: sweeping the man's legs out, and (if successful) punching the downed man multiple times in the throat. He was outnumbered, and in bad shape, but he wasn't gonna die without a fight. That just wasn't his style. He knew the other batons would soon reach him, so pain was imminent. The only question was whether or not he could endure and survive it.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Dillon managing to sweep the legs of the soldier in front of him out from under him, with a cry he'd go down, as his baton would end up hitting Dillon in the stomach as opposed to his head, his cries turning slurred, like he was being strangled, from the punches to his throat, before eventually going silent and limp. The other five however, would continue with their attacks on Dillon, having not gone to the aid of their fellow soldier, their batons landing on his head, back, and shoulders.

They would repeatedly swing their batons down onto Dillon, inflicting as much damage as they could on him, keeping him down on the ground as long as possible. Unless Dillon did something, they would not cease their attacks on him until he was broken, battered, bruised, bleeding... and dead.

(OOC: Stats of Strike Soldiers, despite the statless nature of the thread:

STR: 12 + 3
DEX: 12
CON: 12 + 2
INT: 8
WIS: 12
CHA: 8

Equipment:

• Basic Collapsible Baton: (+2 Strength)
  
  
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  Details: A standardized collapsible baton, typically used by a wide variety of Barker soldiers or anyone who can manage to nab one. Can extend up to a maximum of 2 1/2 feet and collapse down to 1/2 foot. A one-handed weapon, its black, rubber grip makes it slightly easier to hold onto, as the steel length gets whipped out to do dirty work. The steel ball at the tip is noted to help provide a very slight counter-balance and to accentuate the whipping damage inflicted. Comes primarily in all-black.
• Minimal Kevlar: (+2 Constitution, -1 Dexterity)
  
  
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  Details: Lightweight and suitable for engaging in fights with unarmed (or armed with a non-lethal weapon) opponents, this armor allows a small amount of room for error in a fight. While it provides a small constitution booth, it is not recommended for heavy combat, and only provides a small buffer zone for the wearer. In addition to that, dexterity is slightly more limited in this attire. Primarily found in the colors black or a deep navy, and is exclusive to Gang or Organization NPCs.
• Basic Leather Boots: (+1 Dexterity)
  
  
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  Details: Standard-issue combat boots with a small dexterity boost.
• Combat Gloves: (+1 Strength)
  
  
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  Details: Standard-issue gloves with a small strength boost.
• +1 Random Canister: In the most literal sense, it is random. Red (+5 Strength), Blue (+5 Dexterity), Green (+5 Constitution), White (+5 Wisdom), and/or Yellow (+2 to all stats) are the possibilities, but no more than 3 colors may be used in one thread without causing an overdose. If a yellow canister is used, only one other color may be used before causing an overdose.)

[Dillon Kyne]

He had taken one of the guys out at the very least, even if the soldier had landed a blow on his torso. It didn't hurt too much, and was much better than the hit to the head that probably would have taken its place had he not taken the man down. Unfortunately, there wasn't much that Dillon could do about the five other guys that surrounded him, as they started hitting him repeatedly from every possible angle. He'd try to punch at a couple of their nuts, but the onslaught made countering nearly impossible.

So there he sat; crouched on the pavement as the Midgard soldiers beat him to a pulp. With every new attack on his body, time seemed to pass slower and slower. One on one, he believed that he could take out all of the grunts, but together? No, he wasn't super human. He was just a reckless brawler, a survivor, but he was starting to believe that there would be no surviving this encounter.

His thoughts would start to become jumbled and faded, as the combination of physical pain and a desire to be intoxicated caused his vision to blur and his body to collapse on the pavement beneath him. He couldn't fight anymore, and a part of him, deep down, didn't want to. Was his future worth it? That was the last thought that went through his mind as he lost consciousness.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Dillon would manage to punch a couple of the soldiers in the nuts, sending them to the ground clutching their balls and roaring in pain while rolling around on the ground, the remaining soldiers would continue their relentless attack on him. They would continue bashing him with their batons over and over again, even as he lost consciousness, and would not stop until Lieutenant Dursden's voice boomed out over to them.

"Halt! Check him! If he's still breathing, resume your attack!"

One of the soldiers would step up to Dillon, and beginning prodding him with his boot, while the others would bend over Dillon slightly, all of their batons at the ready.

"He's lost consciousness sir!"

The one soldier that had been prodding him would call out before proceeding to kick Dillon repeatedly, the other two would raise their batons and swing them downwards, to resume beating him until he was no longer recognizable.

[Dillon Kyne]

When pushed to the edge of one's existence

There's no telling what the body will do to survive

Radioactive

Dillon was out for the count. His mind and body just couldn't take anymore of the onslaught against him, but there was something else beneath the surface; something that had been growing in strength for around half a year. He had felt it ever since receiving the family journal around a month and a half ago, but it had always been there. Why it had been passed down to him, and not his brother, was still a question that he couldn't answer. All that he knew was it didn't want him to die like a dog.

While the soldiers stopped for one of them to examine his limp body, Dillon's hand would slither into his hidden coat pocket, bringing out the baggy of heroin concealed within. As the soldier prodded Dillon with his boot, his hand would reach up to his mouth so that his teeth could tear the baggy open, allowing his hand to push to contents into his mouth. Right as the man would exclaim that Dillon was unconscious, his body would start to twitch and shake. They may have seen it as a seizure, but that was far from the case.

When the two other men started to attack Dillon with their batons, his body would flip onto its back and grab each weapon when he came down. There was a crazed grin on his face as he rocked back, bringing his knees up to his head and pulling down on the soldiers' weapons before sending a kick up at each of them. If they had held onto their batons, Dillon would have pulled (or held) them into a bent over position, which meant he could easily send his kicks directly at their faces. Otherwise, he'd kick each of them in the stomach.

With that done, he'd use his legs to build up momentum and launch himself off the ground and onto his feet, letting go of the batons in the process. Turning to the man that had been kicking him, Dillon's head would cock to the side as his pupils shifted to something much different, the menacing grin growing at the change. His hand would shoot at the man's face, grabbing it tightly before his palm started releasing some purple, steam-like substance. "A smart soldier would protect the part of their body that keeps the rest moving..."

Dillon's voice was different, with more of a rasp to it, as he lets to vapors seep into the man's mouth and skin. Meanwhile, each of the open wounds on his body were letting off the same vapors as the slowly, yet visibly, began healing. Dillon's attention was now on the large leader of the group, Lieutenant Dursden, as he kept his grip firmly on the soldier's face. 

[Kazuya Hikari]

"Holy sh- Sir, he's still- GAHHH!"

The soldier that had been kicking Dillon would begin to say before screaming in agony as his face was grabbed and a purple steam-like substance was let loose on his face. As for the other two soldiers, they were doubled up down on the ground, clutching their heads in agony from being kicked in the faces.

His eyes narrowing, even from his location, Lieutenant Dursden could see something was different about the man, something new, something... dangerous.

"Don't just stand there fools! Attack!"

He'd roar, as the rest of his squad would close in on and pile on top of Dillon, batons swinging down at him, about twenty four soldiers total. If his squad failed to subdue one single man, then he would personally take him down himself.

[Dillon Kyne]

The look on the lieutenant's face said it all, as he watched all six of his men get taken down before his eyes. Panic had set in, and so there wouldn't be any more holding back on his end, as he ordered the rest of his men to attack Dillon. Though, it wasn't exactly Dillon, not at the moment at least. Something refused to let him give up and die, and in turn unleashed the dormant abilities that had been hidden within him.

Even with this newly released power, there was nothing that Dillon could do to stop the sheer number of soldiers that were now piling on top of him. They attacked him with their batons, some probably hitting their fellow soldier with how many there were that were attacking him, but beneath the pile they would hear nothing but a steadily growing cackle coming from Dillon.

Soon, the same purple vapor that he had used to eliminate the last of the initial six was rising through the massive pile of soldiers on top of Dillon, creating a cloud of the purple mist around everyone. The cackling would echo through the street as the mist did it's job.

[Kazuya Hikari]

The screams of agony emitting from the Strike Soldiers mingling with the muffled cackles, as each ring of six soldiers that tried to beat Dillon down with their batons fell dead to the mist that spewed forth, though their faces betrayed nothing, inside, each soldier was horrified seeing their fellow soldier drop dead, just like that. With only one group of six soldiers left, though they wanted to retreat, they knew their lieutenant would not allow it, and would simply stay on the outer edge of the pile of dead bodies surrounding Dillon.

Nearby, Lieutenant Dursden was gritting his teeth in anger. One man, one single man, had managed to take down all but six of his squad. He was going to make this man pay dearly for it. Cracking his knuckles and neck, a blood red glow would faintly engulf both his fists, as his eyes would turn blood red as well. The street would run with this man's blood.

[Dillon Kyne]

As the bodies on top of Dillon's body began going limp - accompanied by the blood-curdling screams of the dying soldiers - the man responsible would just continue to laugh maniacally. Had the soldiers let Dillon be, none of this would have happened, and they could have gone about their days; hunting down people that were actually part of the Dragons or other gangs. Unfortunately for them, their lieutenant acted without knowing the full story, and that had proved to be a grave mistake.

With the screams finally falling silent, the cackling would become softer, but it was still continuous as Dillon pushed himself out from the pile of dead bodies. The purple mist would quickly return to where it came from, leaving a scene of Dillon standing on top of the pile with his crazed smile, finally having stopped laughing. He'd glare over at Lieutenant Dursden, as the large man's hands and eye began to glow red. "Ooooh, scary." He'd say, shaking his hands in front of his body in a sarcastic manner.

He'd begin to walk toward the lieutenant, looking at the remaining six men and letting out a chuckle at their underlying fear. Even if they didn't show it, the fact that they refused to attack was evidence enough. He knew that the lieutenant was going to take out his anger and frustration on Dillon, but the fact that he was walking up to the big man showed he couldn't care less. When within the man's attacks, his eyes would widen with his smile before he'd spit at the man's face. A major sign of disrespect, but was that really all there was to it?

[Kazuya Hikari]

Giving no answer to Dillon's sarcastic remark and manner, Lieutenant Dursden would simply watch him with narrowed eyes, as the six remaining men followed after Dillon, continuing to encircle him. The moment Dillon stopped and his eyes widened with his smile, just as he spat at the lieutenant, the soldiers would jump towards him once again, trying to catch him off guard, as one would end up jumping in front of his lieutenant and taking the spit to the face, instead of Dillon's intended target.

The soldier faltering, attempting to wipe the spit off with his gloved hand, he would continue trying to hit Dillon like the rest of his remaining fellow soldiers, as Lieutenant Dursden would continue to watch carefully, his rage building, as evident by the blood red glow that was surrounding his fists, began to glow even brighter, and had spread to the rest of his body, completely surrounding him.