Zenith Project

[Istauri]

Istauri picked himself up just in time to see the wolves advancing on Rhakshi. Alarmed he leapt forward and formed a concussion bubble around himself and the cat.

"What the hell's going here?" he exclaimed "We're Animas we shouldn't be fighting each other! We don't have time! We must leave before The Masters return!"

[Rhakshi]

Rhakshi watched as the two animas had been able to flank him. More annoyed then anything he used the two servo arms to wield his pistol while he held the disc glaive and two more lock grenades in his hand.  It wouldn't be easy, but he could manage it. Though even more to his surprise another animas had come and protected him in a sense of a way.
    ("What is this idiot doing?") Rhakshi thought to himself.
He wondered what could possibly be going through the creatures mind at this point. The animas's words had an impact on Rhakshi, but he still had a task at hand. He had no use of the passive animas, it had no bounty, but it was in the way. Not having need of hurting him he decided to knock out the animas, shorting out the protective field. He turned around threw one of the grenades at the wall creating an escape hole. The other he threw at the angered animas charging him.

[SchizmWolf]

Schizm leaped. Â Flying toward Rhakshi, all he could think about was getting toward the traitorous Animas. Â He would get rid of him, and then he would go to the nearest Enforcer station and kill them, until they were either all gone or he was dead. Â Schizm really didn't care which came first anymore.

Just as Schizm closed in on Rhakshi, another Animas flew into the scene right next to him. Suddenly Schizm hit what felt like a brick wall only with less give. Â Bouncing back and recovering his footing, he attacked the barrier while his mind screamed to stop, that he was in danger.

Almost as suddenly as he had started in on the odd shield, Schizm stopped. Â If he couldn't get through, he could at least take the opportunity to get away from the madness. Â Calming himself, yet keeping the last vestiges of his frustrated strenght, he vaulted over the two Animas and ran around the corner. Â

If he could just get to a safe place before collapsing, then he could figure out what to do next. Â Jericho and Moddex had to wait for now.

[Moddex]

((@ All: I'm going to be gone for this weekend, so if you all could, wait for me till Monday. Sorry for delaying everyone, but something came up.))

[Moddex]

((@: I'm back everyone, we may continue.))

Moddex sprung back up on his feet just a second before a grenade could detonate in his face. He stopped the grenade only inches from his face and sent it straight into the air mentally as it detonated just above the alley. He looked back towards everyone, his P90s' at the ready. He charged forward, unleashing a barrage of bullets at Rhakshi's arms with intent of disabling his use of equipment. He continued running forwards, letting out a battle roar.

[Rhakshi]

(yay I was getting bored! lol)
Rhakshi watched as another one of his targets desperately ran after him taking pot shots at him. Taking advantage of his carelessness he used the disc glaive to block some of the shots, and once he got close enough Rhakshi grabbed Moddex by the hand and raised him into the air. He took out a shock gun used by bounty hunters to render there targets helpless.

[Moddex]

Moddex let out a howl of pain as electricity surged through his very endings. He flailed to shake the stun gun's effect, contorting in pain. He couldn't help but grip as hard as possible as the tendons in his hands caused him to grip down on the triggers of the two SMGs', littering the alley with bullet holes and spent shells. He did all he could and tried to aim up at Rhakshi, clipping him in several points in the leg when the clips of the guns ran out.

[SchizmWolf]

Gunshots and yells stuttered from behind Schizm.  Mentally sighing, as he didn't have enough breath to do it for real, he turned around, preparing to run if anything should happen.  His legs were so wobbly he could hardly stand up, and steeling against that fatigue would only make it worse later.

Moddex was twitching and yelling in front of the assassin, bullets only barely touching Rhakshi as Moddex seized in his grip.  Schizm wouldn't let another Animas die today even if it killed him.

Running toward Rhakshi, only barely managing to keep his feet, Schizm turned his shoulder down and tackled Rhakshi hard to the ground.  He heard several grunts as the bodies hit the ground.  He wasn't unsure that his was one of them.  With the loss of his breath came a loss of consciousness.  Blackness enveloped Schizm, and he heard no more.

[Moddex]

((@ All:We need to wait up for Jericho and Istauri, let's give them some time.))

[Jericho]

(Sorry for the lack of response)

Jericho's paws leave his sword as he dashes in, scooping Schism and Moddex up first by the shoulders, then hooking his paws under their armpits, dragging him away from Rhakshi. Long enough away so they shouldn't be caught in the crossfire. He then stands fully up, turning around to face the bounty hunter. His left paw flicks his deadly blade from it's catch and he grabs the hilt with his right, leaning down and starting a dead-on run towards Rhakshi. As he gets within feet of him, the blade whips from it's sheath at lightning speed, a loud metallic sound ringing down the alley. The blade had aimed for Rhakshi's midsection, But was the bounty hunter fast enough to block it or dodge it?

[Rhakshi]

Rhakshi watched as Jericho charged at him with his sword drawn. More annoyed then anything he waited until the blade was within inches of his stomach and met his blade with his carbon glaive.Staring at him evily, Rhakshi took out the servo arms wielding two pistols and the glaive disc in one hand. Perhaps his ability to use a vast array of weapons all at once was why he had become so tough. Blocking a couple of more blows from Jericho he took a couple of shots at him with the pistols causing multiple injuries on Jericho. In one of his midswings he spun and threw the glaive disc deep into Jerichos shoulder causing him to fall to the ground. (sorry I wanna get this moving on) Using the little time he had until Jericho would get up, he grabbed his primary target (Moddex) and ran past the alleyway towards his vehicle loading the stunned Moddex into it. He'd have to get the other two targets later.

[SchizmWolf]

Slowly the world slid back into Schizm's view, the confusing scene washing over him.  A car was speeding off with the assassin and Moddex in it, and no one was standing.

Sitting up, wondering how long he had been unconscious, Schizm first watched the car turn toward the inner city.  As his eyes lost car, his attention was diverted to the two heaps on the ground, Jericho and Istauri.  Jericho's shoulder was sliced open neatly, and a couple of bullet holes marred the edges of his arms and body.

Forcing himself to stand, Schizm hobbled over to Jericho and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small medical kit.  Splashing a little disinfectant on the wound in Jericho's shoulder and the needle he pulled out, Schizm began to wind together the parted flesh with a deft hand.  Moments later it was over, cotton batting covering the shoulder, but not so much that it impaired mobility greatly.

Turning to Istauri, he wondered if he should bother helping.  The Animas had protected Rhakshi, but at the same time needed help from the concussive blast of Rhakshi's grenade.  Sighing, he walked over and sat the cat-type animas up, putting the small vial of smelling salts under his nose.  

Wrinkling his nose at the smell, Istauri began to come to.  That was that.  

"Jericho, the assassin has Moddex!  We need to go!"  Without waiting for a reply, Schizm started running with shaky legs down the backalleys toward the inner city.  If he was fast and took the right shortcuts, he could beat the car to wherever it was going.

[Istauri]

Istauri sniffed. A distinct peppery smell burned his nostrils. He lurched forward, what had happened? Where was everyone?

He remembered one of the wolves striking the sheild. A simple blow couldn't have had this big an effect on him could it?

He looked up just in time to see a tail flick around the corner.

'Right lets try this again' he thought as he jumped up and sprinted after the wolf.

[Moddex]

Meanwhile in the subconscience of Moddex's mind, he felt around with no light. He felt as though he had no hands and was blindly bobbing around. The names and faces of people he wasn't familiar with seemed to echo in his head with no voice. Flashes and images came rushing at him in a blast suddenly. Sights of a silohette figure of a man walking towards a large pedestal in th center of an enormous facility of some kind. Lights flooding the structure. His vision rushed in a blink of an eye back down somewhere. Somewhere on the surface of the world where just in a flash of blinding light and a deafening roar came an explosion of fire, plasma, and radiant light. The aftermath was mind blowing as Moddex's sight returned from the violent light. Fire was searing across mountains and valleys in his vision. Explosions complimented the scene as random places continued to ignite into gaseous flames.

He could see the silohette once again of the main, but he was now an inverted opaque white light. Where ever he stepped, trails of light would follow and rings of symbols engraved themselves into the ground, radiating with the same intense light the man gave off. As if noticing, the figure stopped and seemed intent on Moddex.

The figure raised one hand and sent a hail of lights from above down upon Moddex when he suddenly awakened.

Panting and struggling to re-attain his composure, he shook his head. He could feel movement beneath him and hear the rumble of a revving motor. Everything that happened in the alley was racing back to his mind as he affixed his train of thought on what was happening once again. Instead of going gung ho on the situation, he took some deep, silent breaths and crept his way to the driver's seat where Rhakshi was, driving with a tense expression on his face. A grin of satesfaction crawled over his once pursed mouth. The vehicle lurched and began speeding forward, sending Moddex backwards. Just before he could slam into the door, Moddex caught himself, regaining balance.

Looking around for anything blunt in the van, he drew an AP-12 from a gun holster that was stored for use of the guards who rode with Rhakshi. Silently like a snake, Moddex slid a clip into the gun and parked the black hand gun beside Rhakshi's head. "Slow the vehicle now...", Moddex whispered darkly into his ear, his expression blunt and stoic.

[Jericho]

Jericho knew he had been careless in his charge at Rhakshi, but there was no time to waste. He picks up his sword once more and takes off after Schism, following him down the shortcuts he was taking. It was then he realized he was following someone else besides Schism. The Animas' scent was still noticable on the trail Istauri was following. His movement was slightly impared due to the pain in his shoulder. The bullet wounds weren't quite as intense. The little blue squirrel-like creature finds it's way out of Jericho's shoulderpad and on top of it as he ran. It was slender, sporting small, sharp claws and a black mouse-like tail with a blue poof-ball at the end. It's ears were long, skinny and pointed.

The creature braces itself and lunges for one of the walls, sticking to it with it's claws and climbing, dissappearing over the side and running along the tops of the buildings, following Jericho somewhat.