’Where the fuck did all these people co from? Brenden and I have been on the lookout all morning and didn’t see even the faintest trace of another returner, yet out of the blue, almost 20 of them are suddenly here…what am I missing?’
In my perception, I watched myself being surrounded, and honestly, I wasn’t too bothered; the strongest person I was facing was the leader guy, who was at the peak of Alpha-Rank; however, there was sothing slightly off about this group, they all seed to be free from the effects of particle suppression.
’Particle Water? Or another ans to retain particles in their bodies, which is it.’
"So what’ll it be? Are you going to join us or stand against us?" The leader stated as he motioned for his group to be ready to attack.
"Thems so bold words for soone who has yet to give a shred of reason why it would be a good idea to join…other than these nine chucklefucks surrounding , that is." Using my stick, I pointed behind to the guys holding different types of weapons.
From what I could see, there were axes, hamrs, and swords; one guy even had what I could only describe as an oversized baseball bat with spikes nailed into it.
"To be honest, you guys look more like a pack of thugs. No one has a single decent weapon apart from HamrTi over there," Pausing, I singled out the guy wielding a massive, and I an MASSIVE, hamr; if I didn’t know these guys were Returners, I would wholeheartedly believe the hamr in his hands was fake, because if not it would weigh hundreds of pounds.
"Hehe, he called hamr ti,"
"Shut up, Clive,"
In response to my little joke, Hamrti, whose na appeared to be Clive, giggled like a sheepish moron before getting scolded by a significantly smaller guy wielding a shoddy-looking sword.
"See, Clive, gets it, gotta have a little humor in all situations, regardless, Captain Stick-Up-His-Ass; I know nothing about you, and YOU, Clearly don’t know anything about . Let guess, you plan on using up as much ti as possible to analyze and figure out if I present a bump in your plans before charging up and fighting like we are in so Japanese TV show, well lemmie stomp that one right here."
WOOOOSHHH
Not wishing to play the stupid ga the leader was trying to bait into, I unleashed the full extent of my Racial Domination and Aura, causing everyone to take a step back as the High Alpha wave of Energy slamd into their bodies.
"You have seen my na before, and if you had half a brain, you would have already begun running after seeing my logo."
WOOOOSHHHH
"YOU AREN’T THE ONLY ONE WITH A HIGHER RACIAL CLASSIFICATION!" Captain Stick-Up-His-Ass shouted before releasing a asly 3C and High Alpha blast of Energy to try and counter my own.
"Heh, 3C, weak, so very…" Kicking off the ground backward, I burst into motion, spinning around and cracking the guy directly behind in the head with my Right Eskrima Stick.
One sickening thud and a muted thump later, he was on the ground unconscious, yet I had already moved on to the next, and the next until the only two people left standing from my rapid double Eskrima strikes were HamrTi and the leader.
Unseen by anyone, however, each ti a body hit the floor, it would land in a pile of dirt, which I had been casually flinging out of my inventory and making it look like dust kicking up; this was a setup for the next part of my plan.
"HamrTi, I really don’t wanna bash in the skull of soone who laughed at my joke, so how about you put away that hamr for and be a good boy? Kay?"
"CLIVE KILL HIM!"
"Uh…uh….uhhh."
"It’s ok; HamrTi don’t listen to him; I clearly outmatch you guys, so just be a good lug and stay there." Reaching up, I pulled down the hood of my cloak, revealing a head of platinum blond hair and glowing amber eyes.
When I did this, the dummy actually put his hamr away and sat down on the ground like a kid, making chuckle before twisting my upper body and dodging a forward thrust from a cutlass.
"Cheapshots won’t work, hm." with a snort, I brought my right Eskrima down and the left up, catching the sharp curved sword, and with a slight flick, disard Captain Stick-Up-His-Ass before delivering a spinning back kick straight to his solar plexus.
There was enough force behind my kick to cave in the chest of a Non-Ranker and most Low Alpha-Rankers, but to this guy, all it did was wind him and send him reeling backward five steps.
However, I slightly miscalculated because instead of turning to flee or even going after the lost sword, the guy pulled out a rifle, dropped to one knee, and began unloading the entire magazine in my direction…but who am I? A rookie? Hah, yeah, right.
With a wave of my hand, right as the first round left the barrel of the IAR *Infantry Assault Rifle* I stomped on the ground and Activated my Geo-Wall.
Since it wasn’t my goal to be too flashy or draw the attention of the dia parked less than two blocks away, I only made the wall large enough to cover from head to toe and thick enough to stop the armor-penetrating rounds.
Then, once I heard the faint clicking sound that ca along with running out of ammo, I dispersed the wall into a cloud of dust before using a skill I had yet to play with outside of so loose training.
"Geomancy, Dust-Manipulation," My voice rang out icy cold as I raised my left Eskrima stick like a wand, and controlled the dispersed cloud of fine particles left over from my Geo-Wall.
While I manipulated the cloud of particulates, I stomped my foot and rooted Captain Stick-Up-His-Ass in place with a small-scale Geo-Wall, encasing his feet and leaving him horrified as the Dust Cloud entered his mouth and nose, filling his lungs.
"Before you die, you should know that you lost at the hands of the First Place on the Ranking Boards, Nexus…Geo-Spike."
Right as the final word left my lips, I saw true terror in the guy’s eyes and recognition of my na, which caused to smirk sadistically.
SPLAT PUCHI PUCHI SPLAT
Clutching my fist, I transford the dust into sharp thorns that penetrated the guy’s body from the inside, killing him instantly.
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