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mothask · 1 year
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HEY WHERES FIVES WHEN ECHO IS RESCUED 😡
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hmn I dont remamber but the body was missing from the crime scene shortly after so..
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jortsaaaaaaart · 7 years
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Dandelion pt6 Junkrat x Reader
I’m actually still alive, thanks. Please enjoy this chapter.
(As an aside, I really like it when you guys send me asks or messages to tell me that you like this. It makes me feel like I’m doing an okay job!)
You couldn’t remember the last time you looked so good. (No, wait. Yes you could, five years ago for the assassination of a member of the Nigerian royalty. But that was beside the point. What mattered was how hot you looked right now.) The dress looked vintage, something akin to what was in style in the 1940’s, the sleeves and top hugged you tightly while the fabric starting at your waist spread out around you. Your hair was pinned up loosely and the makeup they applied was only a shade darker than your actual skin tone. You looked plain but beautiful.
You exited the dressing room and walked over to Tracer. She was standing next to a black limo, when you got close enough she explained that it was to be your transportation for the mission. Bulletproof glass. Extra munitions in the side doors. A fully stocked mini fridge. The limo had everything you would need on the mission. Everything except for your mission partner. You had just decided to climb in and wait for him when you heard people shouting. You peered back at the door to the stylist’s room as a very angry junker stormed out, with three aggravated women following behind.
“Stop touch’in me!” He whined as the women tried to do some finishing touches. Though, you had to admit there wasn’t much to touch up. They had done an amazing job. Jamison’s hair was slicked back, hiding the burned spots of his scalp, and he was dressed in a -tight- black suit. You couldn’t keep the blush off your cheeks, so you decided to hide away in the limo instead. Jamison grumpily joined you a minute later.
“Ai still can’ believe we ‘ad to dress like this.” He growled, looking out the window. “There ain’ nothing wrong with ‘ow I usually dress. . . ‘Ow bad did they mess ya. . . up. . .” He turned towards you and paused. He hadn’t seen you when he climbed in. But now he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You felt your face flush again as Jamison let his eyes trail over your body.
“Close your mouth,” You huffed. “Bugs will fly in.” He immediately shut his mouth with a resounding ‘clack’ and turned to stare out the window once again. This time with a cherry red face.
‘Dear lord this is going to be awkward.’
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The limo ride was long and silent. Both of you were relieved when it pulled into the driveway of a towering mansion.
Jamison voiced your thoughts as he whistled appreciatively. The house- No, more like ‘The Castle’ - was amazing. The outside was lit by hundreds of spotlights and paper lanterns. When you got closer you could hear classical music being played from somewhere inside.
“Looks like Versailles.” You mumbled. “That’s a whole lot of rooms to check. . .”
“Feckin’ rich people.” Junkrat grumbled. You had to laugh at that and he seemed relieved that the silence between two of you was broken. You exchanged a quick smile before the limo stopped and the doors were opened by an ancient looking butler. Once you had exited, the butler guided you into a huge foyer before hurrying off to cater to the next group of people. Junkrat stood next to you, shifting anxiously as he eyed the large amount of well-dressed people strolling around. You had to admit you were nervous too. You had never done a job this fast before, and had always been better prepared. Hell, you didn’t even have an alias. Shit. You probably needed one of those.
“Okay, Jamison.” You whispered as you dragged him off to the side. “If anyone asks we’re Mr and Mrs Lanyett. I’m a jeweler and you work from home. Okay?” His brow furrowed but he nodded anyway.
“S’pose it’s smart to not use our real names. ‘Ow’d you come up with that so fast sheila?” Said Jamison. You shrugged and told him you’d used it on a different job before. “Mhmmm, sure you jus’ didn’ want to be married to me, ay, Mrs Lanyett?”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m positive. Come on rat boy. We have to go bomb hunting. The two of you slowly made your way through the crowd. You had the sense to keep a smile on your face. Jamison, however, looked like he’d just sucked on a lemon.
It wasn’t quite clear when you got seperated. But what was painfully clear was that you were being talked to death. Mrs Jones - and her wife, Mrs Jones- had cornered you at the champagne table. They were greatly relieved to have found another young woman at the gala. You looked at them, they were both in their late fifties, and nodded hastily.
“Yes, it is nice to see some younger faces!” You said through a false smile. Mrs and Mrs Jones smiled happily and began to chitter on and on about different topics. They had just gotten to their opinions on Omnics when your savior appeared. You sighed with relief as you saw him hobble towards you.
“‘Oi, wifey. Can ai steal you away for a jiff?” Jamison interrupted, placing a hand on your lower back.
“Sure, Dear.” You replied cheerfully. “So sorry girls but I have to run. You know how men can get when they don’t have their wife to help them out.” The Joneses giggled impishly at your joke and waved you off. Jamison lead you away, his hand still on the small of your back. He had apparently been exploring while you were trapped in gossip hell. Jamison pulled you through countless corridors and down three flights of stairs.
“It’s in ‘ere. Found it strapped to the boiler.” He said as he opened a door into a murky, wet, basement. The bomb was indeed stuck to the side of the boiler. If you could even call it a bomb. It looked like a small steel disk with the trademark wires protruding out from the side.
“How did you find this?” You ask as you try to get a better look at the bomb.
“Well the ‘ouse is freakin’ huge, so they’d either need a feckin huge bomb or they’d need ta use somethin’ that’s already ‘ere. So, bingo-bango, I check out the most explosive thing ‘ere and find that little bugger. When it goes off the boiler will take out most of the house. Boom!” Jamison explained happily.
“I feel like that’s been done before. . .” You mutter to yourself. You crouched down and peered at the bomb warily. “You can diffuse it right?” Jamison huffed and knelt down next to you.
“‘Course I can, Killer. Now step back an’ let the Artiste do ‘is work.” He replied cockily. You scooted back some as he began to examine the bomb. His amber eyes narrowed and a grin spread across his face. Jamison spent a minute looking it over, and the way his grin faded was your first clue something was wrong. He started to panic, his movements becoming sharp and jittery. When he’d exhausted every trick he knew Jamison turned to you helplessly. “Ai think we may have a problem, (Y/N). . .”
You felt your stomach drop as you realized what he meant. Junkrat, the all-around explosive expert, couldn’t defuse the bomb. You immediately grabbed the cellphone that Tracer had given you and pressed the panic button.
Bzzt. Sounds of static started coming out of the phone. “. . . (Y/N)?” Tracer’s voice cut through the static. “Do you need to evacuate the building?”
“Yes. We, er, we couldn’t do it. The bomb is still active.” You replied.
“Alright. . . I’ll broadcast an evacuation alert and send in the local police. You two should get out of there.” Tracer’s voice cut out and the phone went back to the deafening static.
“Well. . . I guess that’s that. We probably need to get going.” You breathed, voice more than a little bit melancholy. Jamison nodded and the two of you began to leave. You had reached the door when you heard something that made your blood run cold. Jamison whipped around and stared at you with wide, fearful, eyes.
The device had begun to click and whirr. By the time it began to beep, you were already sprinting up the stairs.
Jamison dragged you through the main hall by your hand. There were more people than there were before. The gala seemed to be in full swing. Some of them were staring at you and you felt like you should warn them. Damnit, you needed to warn them. “You all need to get out! This place is gonna blow!” You yelled as loud as you could. A few of them looked shocked or scared, some even ran out. But the majority stayed still, looking at you like you were crazy. “What are you doing? You’ll die if you stay here!” A couple more people started to panic after that. You tried to stop and tell them about the bomb, but Jamison wouldn’t let go of your wrist.
“What are you doing!? We need to help them!” You cried as he forcibly dragged you to the main entrance.
“I’m not letting you burn in here, (Y/N).” He growled. You turned back to the hall, watching helplessly.
The last thing you saw were the two women, the gossiping Joneses, from before. Looking at you, terrified, as they tried to follow you. They never made it out of the building. A blast rang out, and an orange ball of fire rose up, consuming the Joneses and throwing you like a rag doll. Your head crashed against the asphalt below.
You blinked groggily. Your ears were still ringing from the explosion. But, hell. You were alive, and judging from the sudden sound of laughter next to you, so was Junkrat. You both sat up and stared at the giant hole the bomb had left. You felt light, ecstatic, the adrenaline still running through your veins.
“We’re alive, oh my god! We’re alive!” You exclaimed. Jamison must have felt the same. You looked at each other before smiling tiredly, Jamison was still laughing like a madman. And maybe it was the adrenaline high, maybe it was the inconceivable act of surviving, but when Junkrat roughly pressed his lips against yours you didn’t pull away. If anything, you actually deepened the kiss. Tangling your hands in his charred hair. Junkrat happily took control of the kiss, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you closer. You didn’t know what you expected kissing him would be like. But the way he kept pulling back to let out a few happy giggles before plunging back in was definitely unique. Not in a bad way either.
Junkrat sighed as he pulled away.
“Ahh~, I always knew we’d do great things together, killer.”
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deruste · 7 years
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chapter 1 Raffite
This world although well-traveled veils many secrets. This is the tale of how they came bursting out at once.
Prologue
Once there was a glorious city that ruled over all humanity with unmatched cruelty and undeniable sovereignty. But one day either by the will of a god or the agency of slaves, it disappeared, leaving nothing behind. Humanity didn’t even remember them after they gained dominance of the earth. Now forces that have been festering and heaving are on the prowl for the prize they covet over all others. It starts with a single reptilian man standing in a dense forest in North America, waiting impatiently for his comrades.  
“Come on? The day of all days to be late." I said pacing around in circles in this damned forest. I stop and take a good look around me to see that it’s just an endless maze of trees all around me, densely packed in leaves and bushes as I stood in a rather small clearing." I've spent two weeks disguised in a human city just to be stood up by those bastards. WHISH.!!! A swirling mass of light was flickering into existence, "finally, I've been waiting for hours for you damned fools."
"Oh I’m Terrible sorry, a doorway through space and reality takes time and meticulous planning to chart out."
“Ah, Kuren I see you still have your staff in your own nonexistent rectum!” I remarked back to him. The being I just screamed obscenities at was my oldest friend, an etheric being named Kuren. His voice was coming from a series of tiny orbs of purple light. He reformed from his head downward in a blinding gleam. Kuren was a being made of pure arcane energy that stood around my height, 6ft tall. The uniform he was wearing was a basic cloth two piece set with the bottom half being like that of a skirt. Word of advice; don’t ever say that to any Sage or you be lucky not to be turned to cinders. He was carrying the aforementioned staff along with a collection of books, under his left shoulder written in strange languages.
“What books do you have under your arm and what strange languages are they written in?" I inquired.
“Let’s see, that one is Arabic, this one is Hebrew, this is Persian and this one is a tablet in Mesopotamian also this is a Babylon scroll,” he said as He picked up one from another giving a brief explanation for each civilization. “Most of these civilizations are dead now and the ones that took their places are subpar or laughable at best.”
“Why did you waste time reading on them and not ON SPYING ON THOSE PEOPLE?” He just stood there and faced with the aura of condescension around him.
“I did spend time "spying" on the region. One, it's in tremendous disrepair. Second, most of these languages are still around. Third, the people are somewhat easily swayed to kill the person right next to them. It won't be too hard to take over a region that is tearing itself apart." His points while valid are said in an arrogant and debasing way that made several of my scaled veins nearly pop.  
"So we don't have to worry about anything from them?" I asked him.
"Very little, we should spend more of our focus on other regions but there are one or two places that can be of use... It’s strange I’ve read several texts that say there are magical beings in abundance yet... I barely found a speck of evidence of their existence or any sign the humans use magic.”
“It’s of little consequences if these texts you read are true. I want tactical information and lists of valuable resources found in the regions, not freaking history lessons." To argue with Kuren is second nature to me. I shouldn’t be mad over this, most sages focus more on learning than actual fighting and he is arguably the most well-read sage in Albadon.
"The region aside for some opportune sea trade routes has little to offer besides this resource called oil that runs most of the machines the human have. Though from what I gather the continent below has almost as much instability as it does riches." He took a quick look back at some bushes." Are you sure this place is secure? BY THE GO-!"
          His question was cut short by the clumsiness of a new recruit, Typhon the draconic. Typhon appeared to have tripped from a newly formed portal. "I think you didn't use the runes correctly. Typhon, Remember the runes are very powerful and are very easy to miss use, you were lucky not to be sent to a frozen wasteland"
          “oooooh!, Just help me up I think his staff nearly went through my chest” Typhon grunted out as I gave him a hand. I and Typhon had little things in common besides the fact that we are both lizard-like beings, though while I have more slim and rounded features he has more bulk, jagged scales, and a spike on his body. Like most of his kind, he has horns emanating from the sides of his cheeks in an arch that made them resemble tusks while the rest of his head was surrounded by jagged scales resembling a helmet emanating from his forehead.  We had different paths in life but both ended up in the military; I was a member of a guild of shamans and users of natural magic and his only talent lies in conjuring weapons with a high proficiency in using them. He was drafted along with many others of his kind though unlike most draconic he seemed … displeased of the prospect of being in the field.
          “How were the so-called south-Americas? From what I have been hearing in the northern counterpart the land should be a fertile haven?” I remarked. 
          “Dark murky swamps filled to the brim with disease and cannibal natives in the deepest parts of it from what I gleamed. A few of the Nations are very rich but there is civil unrest. They are dependent on other countries for military resources. If we choose them as our first target it should be an easy enough conquest. ” As Typhon told me about the continent’s strange alpacas, Kuren was trying to un-flatten himself as a new portal appeared right next to him.
"Oh great maybe I'll be flattened by another buffoon," Kuren groaned as he started to inflate his arms and legs.
"Oh shut up, you light up stick figure maybe I will be gracious and squeeze out some of the last bits of your pride.” They both stared each other down, or as well as Kuren can do as his deflated upper body was only being held up by his staff.
“If you’re done yammering for a moment, it appears our last two members have arrived” We turned our gazes at the portal which was now glowing bloodshot red, pouring out tiny orbs of light that started to pack together into a small insect shape and an immense bipedal shape.
“Ah, I see the bug and the living statue has finally arrived.” Smirked Kuren at least I believe so, it’s hard to tell since he doesn’t have a mouth. At least his torso and body were in the right place at this point.
“That place borderlines beautiful and horribly unpleasant no matter how many times I think about it,” Duran remarked as he was finally done reforming.
“You must be Duran, The last minute addition to the scouting party,” I estimated as they finally were in their physical forms. The larger of the two was Duran, a Natum; from what I have learned from Typhon he was a smith and enchanter specializing in weapons, he also was Typhon’s boss in a blacksmith shop. He was 7 ft tall with almost enough bulk to make the toughest draconic blush. He was basically a sentient stone statue with immense strength and expertise with magical items. The other was someone I knew very well. Nexum is a priest from the augers guild and a dear friend of mine. He was about 5ft tall with the resemblance of a mantis wearing chain mail armor covering most of his body. He had two sets of arms and eyes which glowed bright amber with piercing red pupils.
"How did my rings do in the field?" Duran said holding out his hand gesturing for us to give him the illusionary rings he provided us to disguise ourselves. The rings were part of several enchanted items he brought for us; he also made a staff for me and Kuren and even made swords for Typhon and Nexum.
"For the most part they worked well except for the occasional quirks and a near malfunction once," Typhon said removing the ring and putting it in Duran's hand.
"I didn't have much use for it, I used my own magic for my disguise" Kuren picked out his golden ring and dropped in Duran's hand.
"My ring seemed jumpy in crowds and tight spaces," I said
"Mine also reacted like Raffite's but even more so in crowds." Nexum toke off a ring from his bladed fingers.
"Really, My seemed to work fine in ... in what was that place called?" He said dumbfounded on the name of the continent he was on.
"And Raffite complained about MY work." It amazed me how a being of pure energy can put so much sarcasm into one word, I was also thinking about if choking him might be possible.
"I believe the place it's called Asia, Duran," I said as I borrowed a human act of burying one's face in one's hands in times of disappointment. “Enough of this let’s take seats and discuss what we learned from our espionage missions” I laid down my hand on the ground focusing some of my magic into the soil. The ground reacted and seats of turf and roots were formed around a slab of stone. “Ahhh, it feels good to use my talents again, the land here is ripe and is eager to take in my magic.”
“Enough of your plant fetish, let get this over with this. We have to give a report to the generals by twilight.” Nexum snapped as he sunk into a seat at the far right in-between Kuren and Duran. I took a seat next to Typhon at the far left. We shared all the information we could spare from our respected regions. Duran Shared his dismay of Asia, which if anyone only heard from his words would only think of images of desolate grasslands and overcrowded cities with sprinkles of disease ridden forests.
Nexum seemed to have a relative ‘good time’ in the peninsula of Europe which he describes as a collection of failing empires and lack-luster city-states, he estimates that they will turn against each other if given the chance. Kuren shared more about this ‘mid-east’ saying that it’s very weak and has many militants. He said that our prime targets there should be a small nation called Jerusalem and a city called Mecca.
“May I ask why should the generals devote forces to crush these small cities?” Nexum asked.
“The centers of the two main religions of the humans reside in the area, demolishing them would be a greatly symbolic victory for us especially if we were to repurpose them into army command centers.”
Kuren always was one to rush toward ‘harsh’ tactics. Demoralizing the enemy combatants was smart, though.
“He has a point but I remind you all the generals and the council already decided to attack whichever nation possesses the most threatening to our invasion,” I said. I started to talk about North America, the region I was deployed in and how I’ve already found a target primed for attack.
“These United States have the largest navy, air force, and army out of all the nations. It also claims that it’s the world's police which safe to say will make the other nations much easier to pillage and colonize if we conquer them first.” Most nodded to my report in agreement except for Nexum.
“Raffite not questioning your authority or your work but have you heard about a weapon called the atomic bomb?” I took a good look at Nexum as I racked my mind for the answer.
“Ah, yes the nuclear bombs and missiles. I've already sent a message to the council about them and they said that they already have a plan for them” To be honest, I was shocked when I heard that the humans had such a powerful weapon at their disposal. I was even more surprised when I learned they had thousands of them. But the most shocking part was the council of Albadon was not shocked by the news and actually was in high spirits when they told me that they won’t even have the chance to use them against us. “The council said they only want us to worry about our assignment to find the place to start the invasion. They also said they want a show of force.” All of them seem to be in agreement about the proposal even Nexum was in agreement but it was not surprising, we all knew if one wants a long life you don’t anger the council.
"So if we have reached a decision I have some messenger stones we can send to the council" Duran Picked out some black stones out from a red satchel he had over his left shoulder. They were very smooth and were inscribed with many symbols. "hmm" Duran turned his head back all the way at a bush that was rustling as we all face to glare at it.
"Batano!" Kuren outstretched his arm and a purple light swirled from it and instantly wrapped around the bush.
"mmafam daf afagf." Two humans fell to the ground, bound and gagged by a hard-light construct over their arms, legs, and mouth.
"What in Dolus is this Raffite? you reptilian FOOL. You were supposed to choose a safe area to discuss our missions and instead, you made us vulnerable. Typhon follows me we should see if there are more "snoops"." Nexum and Typhon ran past the bush and over our new captives into the deep forest.
"Interesting, I didn't know humans could be that pale." Kuren took slow steps towards the captives. The gagged humans were both female and as I understand were not children but not adults. That human concept has always befuddled me, you either a child or an adult not some self-important other. One had light dirt skin and the other had quite paler skin both with long hair, while one had unnatural red hair and the other dark hair.
"Stay away from them Kuren, they can still serve a purpose besides I heard the stories of your experiments." Duran pointed his sharp stone finger accusatory to Kuren as he was a foot away from the captives.
“Trust me when I say I won't harm them ... Too much" He held out his hand and it lit a flame of a greenish tone with both of the humans trying to wiggle away from him.
"He's right Kuren they can be used as a bargaining chip if there are more of them, besides they are barely full-grown." Kuren sighed and backed away from them as I stationed myself between them.
"Very well, but don't complain to me when these two try to put a dagger in both of your throats." I don't know why I stopped him from doing whatever he wished to them. I did think they were harmless; they were probably just some lost hikers who saw the light from the portals. While I give support to the invasion I don't condone intentional civilian causality, especial of fledgling humans.
“Did you learn their language Raffite?" Duran asked walking closer to me and the humans.
"Yes I did, I didn't practically trust the translation spell Kuren showed me. Some of the humans thought I talked weirdly when I used it so I started to learn one of their languages, English I believe."
“I tried but ...they literally had over hundreds of languages so I just used the spell. How can one race of creatures be so fragmented among themselves is beyond me." He bellowed
“I’ll tell you as soon as I understand why they don’t just have one kingdom and why they come in a variety of colors," I affirmed.
“Really, how Strange?” He turned his gaze to the two humans. “So can you talk to them?" He ventured.
"Nothing ventured, nothing accomplished. Besides English is the prominent language here." I held my hands over the darker one's mouth as Duran held them up against a tree. "She dal!" The enchanted binding around her face was gone and they began to take big breaths. I took a deep breath and did my best to remember what words to use. “Who are you and what is your purpose here?"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?" The sudden burst of brash anger nearly startled Duran who seemed dumbfounded by what she was saying and nearly choked the both of them as they were restrained by his arm against the tree.
"What did she say?" He said frankly switching focus to me and her
"She doesn't know what we are and you don't need to choke them they aren't going anywhere." Duran stopped moving his head and stopped restraining the humans and turned to me. “What’s wrong?”
"So are you." Out of nowhere, a fist came crashing into my face knocking me into two trees. BOOM Kuren from a safe distance launched a fireball at Duran.
"Should have known you were trouble, your thoughts were too vivid and intellectual to be Duran's. Katan!" A fury of fireballs came towards my assailant’s direction but he managed to circle around them.
"Just surrender I promise I can advocate for you amnesty," Duran said.
"What did you do to Duran?!" As Kuren was distracting him I got back on my feet and put both of my arms on the ground.
"Teyim!" A mass of vines was moving to the two captives but as it happens I noticed something else. A moving black spot heading towards the two humans and stopping right above their heads.
"Run towards my voice and book it." Called a voice from the spot, it appeared to be talking in English because the dark girl nodded in reply. A hand popped out of the hole that looked like a worn down leather glove with pitch black claws imitating purple light over the captives. They started to run away but my vines caught up with them and ensnared them to the ground. Swink Swink Swink A trio of daggers came at me and struck my hands and left shoulder breaking my concentration freeing the girls from my snares. A purple light circled them which slowly made them disappear.
"By Anilius." I gritted trough my teeth as it seemed the daggers were pushing themselves further into my body.
"EVERYONE STAND DOWN AND DON’T MOVE OR THE HUMAN WHELPS GET A SWORD IN THEIR NECKS!" Nexum and Typhon appear out of nowhere with both a dark skinned male and another one with tanned skin. The fake Duran and clawed hand stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of them. Nexum slowly walked towards me as Typhon had two short swords on the necks of the two young males and Kuren had a giant ball of green fire aimed at the doppelganger. The two young females were standing next to a tree next to the black spot as Nexum walked towards me.
"Tul li!" Nexum had two of his four hands over my wounds which slowly dissipated in their golden glow. The daggers that were digging into me have turned to dust.
“LOOK OUT!” I pushed Nexum out of the way of a large fist nearly smash him to bits.
“You asked for it.” Typhon took the two short swords and was poised at their neck but the impostor seemed UN-fazed by it. Bwaa the figure was now behind Typhon who lay below him stricken down by a metallic elbow to the back of the neck. He started to flash all around us knocking out Nexum leaving only me and Kuren.
I stood back to back to Kuren slowly circling around to avoid an ambush. “Fine mess you led us all to Raffite, marvelous accomplishment.  Maybe you will lead us to their biggest military compound for a nice chat.” He gave a round of applause as the dark spot move precariously closer to us. “Pardon me” Kuren gave a sign of two fingers pointed at approaching spot.
“No, pardon me, good sir.” The assailant had driven a sword trough Kuren sucking him into a gem inside the hilt. I took a step back and pulled out my staff and directed the surrounding plants to my will in ensnaring him firmly in the ground.
“Sho don!” The vines started to grow brightly and emitting large amounts of heat till it finally burst into a roaring flame with a faint silhouette inside. It was about as big as Duran but it looked like it had… fur? As I got a closer look as the flames died down the figure true form was revealed.  The figure had strange attire, adorned with symbols and looked to be made out of leather meshed with the cloth. But I stood with my gaze glued to the fact I and my squad had our proverbial asses handed to us by a …. Wolf-man.
“Well, this constitutes major force.” A split second afterward his knee found a comfortable home smashed against my rib cage. As I lay on the cold ground barely conscious, I heard Shouting and arguments as my vision became skewed and darkened I had no fear for my own well-being but that of my fellow squad mates as I drifted out of the waking world.
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