For the Wicked [SDE]

[Romena Santana]

Makovi stared at the group below him. The ventilation system of the industrialized factory was where he crouched, his guns holstered and his eyes scanning the ultraviolet lights below. He was dismayed at the situation before him. Two bodyguards, and a tall, thin business man was looming over a young female whom had been brutally beaten and severely traumatized. She was a local worker that had supplied him with housing last night....

Biting his lip, he noticed the large window directly in front of the scene. If marines were coming to solve the problem, they weren't moving quick enough. Dropping out of the large vent opening, he quietly dropped behind the left bodyguard. Immediately grabbing his neck and snapping it, he spun swiftly around and kicked out the other man's knee, then proceeded to move his hand directly upward, dealing a deathblow to the nose which launched the bone upward into the brain.

Drawing his gun on the unarmed man, Makovi had a stirring feeling that Lich was about to aid him if things got messy. "On your knee's." He muttered, aiming the gun at the man's head.

[Captain Falcon]

A fragment of a high pitched scream screeched into Yoshio’s ears for a fraction of time. Immediately Yoshio was in movement, trying to deduce the origin point of the scream, he leaped left, away from the crowd of people jamming the factory site. She would be close, but looking in the crowd would be dumb. He gazed around, his eyes scooting over the various factories nothing on his left caught his eye. But on his right sight his eyes seem to fixate on one window, although indistinct, some kind of turmoil was present. Wide, swift movements carried him to the window in a fraction of time. Four people were present, a woman, and three fairly sinister looking men. Yoshio leaped towards the glass, bend on simply crashing through, saving the woman in need, yet as fragmented glass covered most of his vision his work was carried out for him, in a very brutal way.

The young Marine’s brain was running on full power, within a second he picked a safe spot to place his hands without cutting them on glass. His palms platforming him into a hand stand, which quickly transformed to a cartwheel, he wheeled into the scenery, his eyes resting on the Assassin in front of him. Without a word he signed for the woman to move to the back of the room, trying his hardest not to push her, her wounded state was unfairly vexing. Although his eyes were clear blue, they were blazing with fighting spirit. With a blurry movement he moved his hands up to confront the mysterious individual. Even at his age, he had been Marine long enough to know that with killers like such, no questions needed to be asked.

In a blurry movement he moved forward, placing his feet to make it easier for him to swiftly slide his feet over the ground in a circling movement, placing him behind the opponent. He would start the circling motion, then place his hand in the soft spot under a Persons jaw, pressuring it with all the might in two of his fingers, hard enough to immobilize a adult, swing his arm upwards, disrupting his balance to the level of making it extremely plausible for the person to fall down.

OOC: Not DE

[LICH T. NOIR]

[[ OCC: Well if your not going to be DE then why should I take the risk >:/ NDE ]]

As Makovi quickly dispatched of the weak pups Lich watched safely and undetected from the shadows of the doorway the men had busted down. It looked like Makovi had a soft spot, Lich had one of those.. encased in metal and buried beneath more metal. It was his brain and he wished good luck to anyone who would try to take advantage of that soft spot. But in all seriousness having a weak point wasn't a good thing for an assassin, it made them... weak. As Makovi pinned down the last of the men and only survivor of the group the window between Makovi and Lich shattered with the entrance of yet another male. This one looked like he might have a little more skill than the three that just died. Not much of a difference though.

As the man made his move, circling towards Makovi, Lich made his. While keeping to the shadows the cyborg moved with the new comer, keeping his position behind him and out of sight. Silent and swift, only possibly relieving his position to Makovi if he was paying attention, the things that could have alerted the man to his movements were hidden beneath the strangers own movements. From the amount of noise the man had made Lich assumed he was new to the whole 'bursting into a room' situation and thus was clearly not an assassin, and Lich checked that off the imaginary list of possibilities of who this guy was.

As the actual attack was launched on Makovi, Lich remained hidden in the shadows, ready to swiftly intervene if the situation called for it. He had a pretty strong gut feeling that Makovi would come out alright from this initial scrimmage; or at least he would have if he had guts. That was besides the point. Makovi wasn't a pushover, he could handle this. Probably.

[Romena Santana]

The area was quiet, and Makovi could feel the tension rising in the air. Few, if any, saw what had just happened, and what was going down as of that moment. Stepping closer to the man as he slowly lowered himself, he was about halfway down when a man, or rather a boy, busted through the window behind him. At the initial bust of the glass, the noise immediately alerted Makovi, and stepping forth, he grabbed the mans arm, lifted him up, and held him in the hostage situation. With the female slowly getting up, she wiped the blood from her face and looked at both men.

Nasin was exposed, and any plans of assault he had would now be demolished. Makovi, having excellent speed, had been able to assure his escape from the man's arm range in a matter of moments. Placing his arm on his hostages shoulder, he aimed the pistol directly at his attacker. "Natalie. Leave behind me. You'll find two thousand berries under the cot you let me sleep in last night. Thank you." Of course, that money had been reimbursed by the man he now held as a hostage. How interesting.

"Why interfere?"

[LICH T. NOIR]

[OOC: Skippin yo ass Nasin >/ prepare to get looted.]

Lich changed his mind. He wasn't going to wait for Makovi to handle it, he was going to handle it himself. Like a lightning bolt Lich darted from the shadows towards the man from directly behind him. The punch that Lich would deliver to the man's kidney would surly incapacitate him; an incredible pain would shoot through his body causing his brain to turn off to escape it. Knock out by Kidney shot, much more fun then a concussion in Lich's opinion. As long as he was the one standing at the end that is; also he didn't have kidneys so this type of thing wouldn't have worked on him...

Once the man was down Lich would follow up with a concise blow to the head just to make sure the fellow was out cold. He hadn't seen or heard Lich so there wasn't any reason to kill him and the cyborgs Blood lust had already been quite satisfied that day. No, the man would live but he would wish he was dead when he came to.

[LICH T. NOIR]

No contest, the man was a chump. Without even knowing what hit him Lich had rendered him unconscious, The blow to the body made his body drop to the floor writing in pain and the follow up to the head ensured he wasn't going to be getting up for a while. Hunching over the man's body and rummaging through his belongings Lich lifted all the money from the man's wallet as well as three smoke bombs. Not much to really brag about but they were now the property of Lich.

Now turning to Makovi, Lich gave a disapproving look. "You should have just killed him... if he had seen my face I would have killed him. I think you should kill him, don't want to take any unnecessary risks y'know?" With what they were planning neither of them really needed any face recognition. Lich bend down and lifted the man's head off the floor with his right hand and looked back up to Makovi as he released his claws in his left hand. "Want me to kill him for you?"

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Nasin's slow arse got looted of his 600 Berri and 3 smoke Bombs.