Rotten Apples

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Still stinging from the impact of fist upon fist Wynter noticed Rutherford's earlier discarded hammer on the ground before him and grinned gripping it with his still frozen hand. Due to the temperature he was even able to send the shivers up the hammer making it a perfect ice cold weapon like his fist. Ready to deal out a world of pain Wynter wasn't ready for what was already coming his way.

Looking at Rutherford he could see that he'd already armed himself with a nice little shield made from the table of the bar and he was already charging a Wynter holding the circular table top as his shield. Not that it covered him all over, but it covered enough.

Wynter gripped the hammer tightly with both hands sending a nice ice cold breeze through his arms and the hammer making it more solid than it had originally been before. Drawing the hammer back over his right shoulder, Wynter knew he had to hit this just right if he wanted the desired effect.

It was just a shame the hammer was so goddamn heavy.

Counting the seconds till impact he left it four seconds before he started swinging it forward to bash into the table and Captain Rutherford too.

As the two crashed into one another and the table was shattered splintering off in different directions Wynter smirked feeling successful in putting a halt to Captain Rutherford. The only thing which left his heart sinking however was when he spotted no sign of Ruutherford but heard a deafening cacophony of gunfire which not just tore through his ear drums but through his shirt as well.

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A spurt of blood dripped down from above over Lyceum's face as he attempted to stab his scalpel into DeMarco's wrist causing him to drop the cutlass. but instead he'd moved his arm across his body so the scalpel blade only stabbed into DeMarco's forearm.

"Shit!"

Dealing a blow with his elbow to Lyceum's face DeMarco watched as the old man grunted in agony and blood started coming from his nose.

"Teach you a lesson about trying your luck with us you old bastard!"

The words fueled his anger and with that Lyceum reached up with both hands and dug his thumbs in deep to the eyes of Cerberus trying to blind him. Hearing his screams Lyceum felt DeMarco's arm swing back trying to knock his hands out of his eyes but held strong refusing to stop until DeMarco retracted his body pulling himself up to reveal sore red eyes and blood coming from one of them streaming down his cheek.

"I may be old, but I won't be blind"

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Removing the flintlocks Cerberus opened fire trying to hit Eran he saw the bullets scream overhead as she ducked down. He had to admit he didn't see this coming but as she slid closer trying to slice at him he dropped to one knee and held the flintlocks before him crossed over one another trying to use them as a form of defense against the blade of Eran Masters.

"Cheeky bitch!" he muttered as his fingers remained on the trigger.

Eran narrowed her eyes at his words "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" She asked as she put more force on her sword but found the pistols too thick to break, she couldn't stay like this much longer and knew she had to bring out her secret weapon. As they struggled with each other to see what whos strength would win, the sound of tearing cloth was heard before a large weapon exploded from her back aiming towards Cerberus's neck the glinting of at least two dozen small but razor-sharp blades quickly closing the distance shined in the sunlight. "This better work." She thought more than a little pissed at the cut now in her jacket where her wing had cut through.

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A small grin started forming over Rutherford's face until it was a full on smile of which Rutherford stood up straight feeling his job was now accomplished and the fight over. He'd managed a direct hit and torn through the shirt of Wynter with hot lead from his flintlock.

"Well now . . . "

Feeling such agony in his chest Wynter clutched at the hole and felt a dull aching pain which he couldn't quite understand till he looked down. He could feel pain and understood the bullet had tore its way through his shirt. But by the feel of it, not his flesh as well. Clutching his chest Wynter realised the answer and raised his head beginning to chuckle to himself.

"Hehheheheheheheh"

Reaching into the pocket of his waistcoat Wynter removed a little book with a hole in it and the bullet embedded deep within.

Looking into the eyes of Rutherford with a grin his face started to change as his jaw dropped.

"Sonova-"

"Bitch?" Wynter replied as he raised his strongly clenched right fist.

Life Return: Nervous System Shocker

With electricity sparking around his fist Wynter was doing all he could to build up the charge. It was time to send this Soldier flying from his feet and bring him to his knees. The shock would provide a strong stun but the real blow would come from something much harder and much much worse.

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Picking himself up to his feet Lyceum kicked DeMarco's cutlass aside with his feet far beyond reach. DeMarco wiped his eyes of the tears and little bits of blood which came from his eyes down his cheek only to look at Lyceum with ferocity. He'd had enough of this old geezer and as he'd seen his weapon slide across the floor Lyceum was already upon him.

Feeling a sharp pain in his waist DeMarco looked down to see two scalpels deeply embedded into his waist and Lyceum kneeling before him.

"You filthy old f**k" DeMarco mutted understanding exactly what this would do to him.

Gripping the scalpels tightly DeMarco launched a tightly clenched fist into Lyceum's face. Grunting as he took the punch another landed upon his face. Punch after punch he found himself losing his grip on the scalpels.

"LET GO OLD MAN!"

Surgery Style: Blood Fountain

Pushing back from DeMarco Lyceum tore the scalpels outwards slashing horizontally cutting open DeMarco's waist. He stumbled backwards a little only to find blood spurting forth frantically from DeMarco's waist.

"You're going to want to find a doctor pretty sharpish DeMarco"

Sliding his scalpels into their holster Lyceum watched as DeMarco fell to his knees clutching his waist which launched blood like a fountain.

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Unexpected and surprised Cerberus launched himself backwards using the force of his flintlocks against her blade. Landing slightly further away from Eran he crossed his arms holding them upwards cover his face and neck along with his upper torso he felt a few blades which Eran had launched his way deeply embedding themselves into his arms and cutting his forearms up a little.

Doing all he could to ignore the pain Cerberus grunted before replying to Eran. "I do indeed. Even killed her when order 13 came through. You're next!"

Lowering his arms Cerberus reached down to his belt and located a small leather brown bag which he reached inside of only to remove a small black round ball. He quickly light it with a match he produced from his other hand and launched the ball towards Eran.

What he'd thrown and was now quickly burning away was his last weapon and one which would help him finish the bitch for good!

A bomb!

Eran saw the bomb flying towards her before filling the area in an explosion of black smoke and fire. It lingered for a moment before a strong wind picked up clearing away the lingering smoke. What laid before Cerberus and seeming to be the only thing left of the one-eyed woman was the ruined remains of the jacket she had been wearing and a few blood smears.

He had won it seems despite the fierce fight she had been putting up. But then suddenly a loud whistle would draw his attention up above him to a sight he had never seen before and likely never again. Eran was high in the air, her body and clothes soot covered with small bleeding spots littering her form from where she hadn't been able to escape the shrapnel of the bomb but besides that, she seemed very much alive. But what would have drawn his sight was her wings, yes while one was metal with the sharp blades he could see the other, large and while looking very much like depictions of angels throughout history the slight glint of blades mixed with the downy white feathers.

Eran herself was grinning as she looked down at the man, he had made a fault mistake. He had given her the lift she needed by throwing the bomb having jumped high into the air just as it had gone off sending her higher, even if she didn't escape the blast completely unharmed but if everything went right a few cuts would be worth killing this twisted bastard.

As she started to fall she flared her wings out at first seeming to try and stop her decent only to shoot them out towards him sending a shower of blades all around him.

This was Heaven's Judgement


But as the razor-sharp blades rained down on and around him hed realize this wasn't her true attack but only the thing keeping him in place for as the final blade found its mark he would see Eran just above him now with her sword out clearly planning to land the final blow the sharp sword aimed for his heart.

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Watching as the book hit the ground with the bullet embedded deeply within its pages Captain Rutherford gritted his teeth angrily. There was a reason he'd been taken on board as part of Order 13 and it had been his skills when it came to killing, but this kid was simply mocking him. Things needed to be taken up a little higher and as far as he could see this kid in the blue waistcoat was ready for the next level. The flintlocks in his grip were dropped proving to be useless against a kid who could take a bullet and keep on coming.

Reaching for his hammer that had landed between his legs, Rutherford held it tightly in his right and started to swing it building up the momentum ready for a big impact that would hopefully shattered Wynter's bones and remove him as the pest he was proving to be. Sweeping the hammer from left to right in a figure eight in front of himself Wynter could feel the force coming from this swinging in the form of a light breeze.

Deciding to take on the challenge Wynter pulled back his foot and launched it into a kick sending the book on the ground straight towards Rutherford. As the book sped from the ground and found air it shot towards Rutherford's face only to be met by the powerful blow of the hammer which pelted it aside with such force it didn't even provide an adequate distraction for Wynter like he'd hoped it would.

As the book had moved though so had Wynter. His fist sparking away frantically, Wytner sped towards Rutherford sliding at the last moment allowing himself to miss the hammer and slid between Rutherford's legs. Quickly catching his attention the hammer was brought down with such force a crack was created instantly upon impact.

Phew! Wynter thought to himself as the heavy panting from the force thrown into his hammer took effect on Rutherford.

"Bastard!" Rutherford grunted as a foot met the back of his right knee.

Falling to one knee Rutherford felt his muscles aching and body weakening. But he wasn't about ready to let his end come about. Not from some unknown punk in a blue waistcoat. This kid was to know pain like he'd never known before and he would learn to endure it so Rutherford could force it on him some more.

Finding his feet as Rutherford lost his, Wynter turned reaching towards Rutherford's face with his electrically imbued right.

Life Return: Nervous System Shocker

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Feeling positively like a badass Lyceum slumped against a wall reaching for his bottle of pain killers which were hidden away in his satchel. The aches and pains from his days and the scoliosis he suffered from were attacking with everything they had and he wasn't about to let them win. Discovering something that resembled a bottle Lyceum snatched it from it's hiding place and tore the lid off like a fat kid with a cupcake who almost devours the wrapper too.

Happily popping a couple of pills into his mouth, Lyceum caught sight of the hammer being swung around at such speed with such force from Rutherford that he removed his scalpel and prepared himself to throw it at Rutherford to slow down his swinging and aid Wynter in defeating him. However it was as he held up the scalpel the floor shook and Lyceum lost his footing falling from the wall.

A small time explosive had impacted the ground and sent waves through the ground. Turning to find the source of the explosion, Lyceum Caught himself and found his feet once more. He could see that Eran was no longer in sight until a source of attack came crashing down before him and Lyceum could see how she was raining down a merciless hellfire of blades followed by a sword.

Darting away from this confrontation Lyceum covered his head ready to see how this confrontation would end terrified he may get involved in one way or another.

"Finish him!" Lyceum shouted cheering on Eran as he understood these soldiers were bad news. Even more so if they were from this so called Order 13 as they kept mentioning.

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Flames billowed into the air as smoke rose sending joy shivering down the spine of Cerberus. He was glad he could be successful, whilst also watch as the smoke cleared to finally reveal the body of Eran Masters. As the smoke did clear, there was no body to be found and seconds later something sliced downwards cutting open the side of Cerberus's hand.

Blood spilled out and he reached over to cover the wound with his free hand.

Catching his attention blades embedded themselves around him before the very next thing Cerberus would see would be a blade coming for his heart. Unable to block it Cerberus did the next best thing he knew he could do and that was try to avoid it. But taking steps to get out of it's path only lead to something much much worse.

Blood hit the pavement and dripping down the blade of Eran Masters as the Marine Warrant Officer known as Cerberus met a grizzly wound in the form of a missing eye and a sword digging down through the back of his head and piercing through his left eye which sat removed from his head but towards the tip of Eran's sword where it wept uncontrollably and slowly sliced itself in half.

If Warrant Officer Cerberus hadn't learnt his lesson the first time he would most certainly now. Not dead, but in great agony he would suffer.

Eran cursed as the dumb ass of a man had tried to avoid the blade! He was rewarded with his efforts that instead of a virtually painless death from a stab to the heart, he ends up in immense pain and have some brain damage to boot but he was alive...but would it now be a life worth living?

With a grunt, she pulled out her sword and decided to leave the man to his fate, for the time being at least. Spotting the older man who had been cheering her on she made her way over to him stopping only to flick the blood from her sword and gather her blades to put back in their places on her wings. "Are you alright? None of my blades hit you did they?" She asked as she quickly glanced over his form only to realize that in fact she appeared more injured than him.

JOSH WYNTER:::.


Sending a powerful voltage of electricity through the body belonging to the Marine who kept apple trees part of Order 13 and the man who brought such terror upon this poor town Wynter felt the vibrations that shook through Rutherford and how his body finally felt limp with consciousness escaping him.

Grinning as the unconscious body of Rutherford launched a cloud of dust into the air, Wynter looked down at his hand which had been clasping Rutherford's face and clenched his fist tightly. As he looked around Wynter could see how the other two marines had been unsuccessful in their fights too. Grinning Wynter noticed that during their fights a crowd had seemed to have found its way around the fights and with Rutherford now on the ground along with his lackeys a cheer rose into the heavens.

Uncertain as to why, Wynter shrugged his shoulders and moved away from Rutherford allowing the citizens to quickly swarm in and mob them. By the looks of it he had done them some kind of great service and he was happy to have helped.

Spotting Lyceum and Eran Wynter moved through the crowds of people towards them in the hopes of thanking them for their help in dealing with the soldiers who seemed to be proving a problem not just for himself but others as well. Hearing the sound of more cheers rising into the sky behind him Wynter saw how citizens were taking it in turns to deliver swift kicks to the face & body of Rutherford. Chuckling to himself Wynter.

LYCEUM TATE:::.


ERAN MASTERS:::.


Lyceum felt a little sore from his battle with DeMarco, but it was nothing he couldn't shake off. The pain killers had started kicking in and he could already feel a certain sense of interest in the woman who had come to his aid. Raising an eyebrow a small grin appeared over his face. Maybe his dashing acts of heroism would intrigue her.

On his feet and feeling slightly better than he had done in his younger more reckless years Lyceum smiled at Eran and replied to her question.

"I'm fine, but thank you for your consideration. None of your blades hit me but the same can't be said for our foes by the looks of it. Looks like they best find a doctor cause I'm sure as shit not treating them."

Looking over the occasional wound that Eran had over her body Lyceum offered his hand to her to introduce himself to the woman who'd fought along side him.

"Lyceum, I'm a doctor if you wanted me to look those wounds over. I don't mind treating them, free of charge of course."

Arriving to see Lyceum offering his hand to Eran and seeing the blood over Eran's body Wynter smiled seeing them both. These two already seemed to be getting underway in terms of getting to know one another and Wynter wanted in on the fun. Placing the book with the flower back into his breast pocket of his waistcoat.

As for the marines Rutherford was on the end of an ass kicking he deserved from the citizens and it didn't seem to have an end anywhere near in sight, but the ass kicking was quickly and swiftly moving on to something far worse, DeMarco was to be found on the ground clutching at the large wound which had tore open his waist and allowed blood to stream from his body with such force and Cerberus was seen with a den den mushi in hand and a face coated in blood.

Spotting the den den mushi in Cerberus's hand a stall owner approached Cerberus and crouched down to hear the voice on the other end.

"Right you are Officer Cerberus, reinforcements are on the way!"

His jaw hung open as the stall owner removed the den den mushi from the grip of Cerberus. Stepping on it to crush the mushi the stall owner stood up tall and looked around. It seemed the wound be heroes of this town were about to be arrested if they didn't get a move on.

Eran pinned her wings to her back grabbing a nearby unattended coat and slipped it on before she blinked but took the offered hand with a smile, grateful it seemed at his offered help with her wounds. "Eran,I'd greatly appreciate that...it seems I took the most damage out of everyone. These guys fight more like bad guys then marines" She says before starting to laugh only to cover her mouth with a sleeve as she started coughing. She seemed to of taken more damage then she thought as when she pulled her hand away she found the white sleeve splattered red with blood her lips holding a slight smear of it as well.

Nodding to Eran, Lyceum reached for his satchel grabbing hold of a bag of cotton balls & some rubbing alcohol, he was ready to begin patching up any wounds she had. He'd seen her wings and as much as he wanted to question her about them down to sheer curiosity he figured he'd save that for later. For now she had wounds which needed patching up.

"Yea they don't really come across as marines. They've been extorting the whole town on and off since Rutherford arrived. To be honest I was actually on my way ready to leave this town mainly because of them. I was getting sick and tired of the extortion, but I didn't stand a chance against these guys on my own. These three bastards were members of Order 13 and it seemed to have gotten to them a little too much."

Spotting Lyceum as he was dampening the cotton balls with rubbing alcohol, Wynter side stepped past a few citizens who continued cheering at the corrupted marines defeat.

He smirked seeing how Lyceum was treating Eran and stepped forward to introduce himself and thank them for their help. He didn't think he would've stood a chance against all three of those guys, but either way he was just happy he hadn't needed to either.

"Thanks for the help you two. I'll be honest I didn't really expect to get into a fight today, so when that big guy . . ."

"Rutherford"

"Yeah I think that was his name. When Rutherford threw me through that window and said about releasing that guy from the Naval courtyard, I was really confused."

"Wait he said you broke a guy out from the courtyard?"

Wynter nodded.

"Yea that was me. Some woman asked me to help her so I broke her brother free from the courtyard.
He was going to be executed at the command of Rutherford."

"Then why was I targeted? We don't even look anything alike!"

"True, you don't have my dashing good looks."

This was the point when the sound of numerous feet stampeding towards the town was heard. Vibrations were sent through the town and as citizens parted Wynter, Eran & Lyceum were left in clear sight of a small Naval team who'd arrived to offer a helping hand to their commanding officers.

Twelve marines stood armed with rifles in hand all taking aim at the three criminals who'd dared bring defeat to their marine system.

Gulping Wynter turned seeing the team that might just end his life.

"Guys, I don't know about you, but I'm thinking we should figure this whole operation out at a later date and get running. Pretty sharpish."

A single member of the townsfolk stepped out in front raising arms out wide.

"STOP!"

Hesitating with opening fire the marines all looked onwards a little tense.

"YOU NEED TO STAND DOWN AND MOVE!" a marine shouted back to the citizen who refused to move.

"NO! I WON'T LET YOU! THESE GUYS HAVE SAVED US FROM THOSE THREE CROOKS!"

"What're you saying?!"

"Captain Rutherford & his two minions have been extorting us ever since they arrived here! We shouldn't have to put up with that shit from people who're meant to be protecting us!"

"We cannot take the word of just one citizens. Without proof or evidence we must take these three crooks in as and where they stand!"

At this moment the hearts of the townsfolk seem to have found their feet as each member who'd been in the crowd previously stepped forward blocking off the Marines from Wynter, Lyceum & Eran.

"HE'S RIGHT!" a cheer screamed from the townsfolk who stood before the Marines.

Realising that this was the ideal moment to make their escape, Wynter gestured towards Eran & Lyceum to follow him to the docks. It was time the three of them leave this island and speaking for Wynter he wasn't keen on sticking around to discover the final answer as to their predicament.

Lyceum was looking to leave this entire time so he felt no strings attaching him to this small town and was exstatic to be leaving and followed suite chasing after Wynter. He packed away the medical equipment quickly and reached for Eran offering her his hand.

"You fancy sticking around?"

Eran watched the two men figure out this whole fight was actually caused due to confusing one man actions for the other. She raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but wonder how stupid the marines on this island were.

Before she could point out this fact the sound of a crowd rushing toward them made her turn and pale at the team of marines having found them. Eran was in no shape to keep fighting like she had and even if they ran she was sure the bullets were much faster.

But just as she was sure they were screwed she saw the single crowd member step out to shield them, followed by more as they revealed that the three men had been using their power to extort them all. Seeing their chance to escape the man in blue took off first before Lyceum had even packed up his things. She blinked as he offered her his hand and she couldn't help but smile "And miss out on a possible adventure? Charming and funny" She says as she takes it and they both took off after the man in blue.

Eran wasn't sure how long shed stick around with these two but for the time being, she knew there was safety in numbers, besides how much more trouble would she get in with these two?