Spirit of Vengeance [OPEN]

It took him a while to reach his location, but eventually. Just as both sides of the fight began to stir and unravel for the incoming battle he located the facility...the settlement. And with this in mind Sparda reached for his hair and slowly combed it with his fingers. He was in someone else's territory now, and at this point there was no turning back. Placing his hands at his waist and walking forward to the closet full of gear. It would probably take him a good thirty minutes to actually get there...well worth the walk...he had no intention of going anywhere guns blazing. Considering he was more of the stealthy type, he figured he'd sneak around the battlefield. After all, it was what he was good at. The Anti Magic organization...the next logical place for him to go in this vendetta of his...at last he would get some answers. Luckily, he had hired some mercenaries to launch a frontal assault on the building...nothing but expendable pawns to distract their main forces. A simple battle strategy...

Heading into his walk in closet aboard the plane he was currently hitching in order to get to the battle in the first place the man reached for his gear and began to prepare himself. Grabbing his twin pistols and holstering them on his lower back he then proceeded to grab his Freelancer outfit and slipped on his black longcoat. After putting it on he reached for his mask and strapped it onto his face, allowing his white hair to fall nearly over the front of it. He then reached for his blades next and neatly holstered them onto his back. Then grabbing a large backpack He moved to the other wall, grabbing several sets of explosives and C4 as well as a few other little goodies that would come in handy in a pinch Putting them neatly into the bag he slid it onto his shoulders. Now ready and prepared for action, he walked out of his small armory and grabbed his twin secondary set of knives. Holstering them on both legs.

Sighing heavily to himself, Sparda made his way to the back of the cargo plane and lifted his wrist...checking his watch and growling to himself. He pushed in a button and set the time...thirty minutes...that was his window. Looking next to him at a very large metal box he shook his head...had to focus. That was a EMP...once dropped into a certain area, it triggered a large powerful EMP blast that could shut down systems over three miles in radius. Perfect for those little cameras and communication systems. Rolling his eyes and smacking the button to the door, it slowly opened and created a vacuum of air. Sucking the box out of the back of the plane quickly followed by Sparda...jumping out of the back and freefalling through the air.

Sparda slowly got closer...he could see the surface bustling full of inhabitants from here. He was not exactly a fan of public places but he needed to do what he was here for...just needed to secure the facility about a click away. With this in mind, as he neared the surface, he pressed pulled out a large package about the size of a box and threw it downward....as the box smashed into the ground creating a small crater it turned into a large bouncer. Sparda grunted from the impact as the bouncer absorbed his fall and flung him a few feet into the air, landing on the side of it looking around to see no one was near...perfect. Turning to the direction of the facility, his large canine like ears swiveled atop his head...inhaling the air and trying to catch a scent...but nothing. Good thing he dropped somewhere solitary. Heading off through a full dash he made way for the facility, sticking to the shadows and remaining out of sight...for now.

Sparda was doing well...a lot better than he expected all things considered. It appeared many of the forces of the confederacy where taking their job rather lightly as the canine predator tip toed his way through enemy lines without once being spotted...he was getting closer to the facility now...while some would of taken the main road, Sparda simply stuck to the back of the territory as far away as the action as possible...staying to the shadows as he made his way to the checkpoint.  It did not take long for several soldiers to come looking around near his location...Sparda growled silently and lowered himself to the ground in a somewhat feral fashion...crawling off to the side to avoid them. "Who's there!" One of the men called, standing to his full height and running his fingers around a pistol that lied on his waist.

Sparda narrowed his eyes underneath his mask and slowly backed away. "there is something on the thermal scanners right in front of us...?" The man whispered confused. Sparda remained silent and very still...he could see several others begin to check what the man was talking about, shining their flashlights near Sparda.  Suddenly, as he turned his head over his shoulder. He witnessed three other figures slowly approach from on top the overhand he had walked under. Three of them...in all there where six. Sparda scoffed as their apparently leader stood in front of him as his lackeys circled Sparda. Damn...he had not heard them before...There was a long silence as they all stared at him...a growl erupting in Sparda's chest. All the soldiers pointed their weapons at him as the man suddenly began to speak again."So what's this...some soldier sent by the enemy into enemy lines?" He asked...tilting his head as  he walked over to Sparda calmly. "I will admit..im impressed you made it this far without getting caught. So what you got inside of the pack there?" He asked, turning his head in attempt to get a better look at Sparda's backpack. The young boy replied almost instantly.

"What pack?" He asked foolishly, acting as if he did not have one. The man sighed a laugh, taking a glance at Sparda's weapon that was on his waist as well.

"I see you gotta sword kid...bet ya dont know how to use it." He mocked, looking back at his buddies and laughing. "They never do..." he whispered...looking back at Sparda and continuing. "Surrender and Empty the pack out on the road nice and slow..." He demanded...Sparda grimaced at this request. He had far to many valuables to be submitting to the request of a petty soldier.

"I can't do that..." Sparda answered...backing away slowly. The man growled and moved forward.

"Take off the damn pack...or DIE!" He shouted in frustration...Sparda then remained still and silent. Just staring at the man with no emotion crossing that face as the mask glistened in the light...he did not understand why people always had to resort to yelling. He supposed it was simply in their nature...the man came closer. And moved his hand outward to shove him. "You listening to me?" He asked cockily...Sparda's eyes flared up blue underneath his mask.

"I am now..." He replied.

"Good"

"Now you listening to me?" Sparda asked, looking around at his buddies.

"Yeah."

"Good..." Sparda answered, nodding his head and clenching his fist. "You put that hand on me again you won't get it back." He threatened, his facial expression becoming tight with seriousness under that mask. The man just shook his head and laughed. Turning his back on Sparda to face the other has he boasted.

"Can you believe this kid!?" He laughed, turning back around and throwing his hand out to shove him again. "Alright you wanna do it the hard way-" He said Just as the mans fingers touched the fabric of Sparda's outfit. In one swift move a blade shot out of his sleeve and move to the side at speeds the naked eye could not process. Slicing straight through the wrist between the joints and the palm of the mans hand. The limb simply fell onto the ground and Sparda held up his arm with the blade still in his hand, backing into the shadows underneath the overpass slowly.

The man appeared to be dumbfounded as to what had happened. Gasping and staring at the stump where his hand use to be as his breath caught in his throat. "W-wh-why would you do that?" He asked in shock, falling back onto his bum and holding his arm in pain. "He just cut my hand off!! What are you idiots standing around for!? BLAST EM!" He shouted in a mixture of pain and rage. Sparda tilted his head as the men exchanged glances.

"What did he say?" Another man asked confused. Sparda smirked and replied.

"He's in shock...i think he want's you to kill him." He lied, backing away deeper into the shadows were darkness ruled. In sudden realization they all ran into the shadows to attack his silhouette. Wielding all kinds of blades and weapons. Sparda quickly drew his sword, preparing for what was to come.

As they all attacked him his eyes flared, ducking underneath the first blade he lifted his leg up and kicked the man in the jaw, landing on his feet and lifting his own sword to block the impact of another. The second soldier came from the other side, Sparda threw out his arm and delivered an arm to deflect the mans electric blade, initializing several twist, spins and acrobatic maneuvers he dodged and weaved through most of their attacks and blaster shots. Cutting through their soft bellies and throats as if they where made of butter. The last man, who was far larger than him carried a shotgun...typical. As the large beast backed away and aimed Sparda remained in a stationary position, narrowing his eyes as the man pulled the trigger. Sparda simply moved one inch out of its path at extremely high speeds and threw out his blade, chopping off both of the mans arms and then twirling around and slicing through his belly.

With blood now drenching the shadows of the underpass Sparda wasted little time, walking out from the shadows and putting his sword back and leaving the corpses he approached the man who's hand had been detached. Looking at the ground at the useless hunk of meat Sparda scooted it away with his foot. Then staring down at the soldier.

"What are you?" He weakly asked. The warrior simply tilted his head, and moved the flat end of his knife to his cheek, getting some of the blood onto him before moving it back down and wiping off his knife on the mans jacket. "I...am the solution." Sparda whispered, standing to his feet and snapping the mans neck in a 180 degree angle. Using the force, he tossed the body into the shadows of the overhand so no one would see them just laying around, crouching and moving past the checkpoint, he moved up and took the talkie talkie and reported in to the confederacy. "We are all clear in sector 9, move to 10." he spoke, imitating the man he had just killed perfectly. A skill he picked up while watching tv believe it or not...after hearing someones voice for a certain amount of time he would be able to mimic it perfectly. And that man was talking a hell of a lot. After he reported in, they quickly replied back.

"Copy that echo, moving to district ten, rendezvous with delta squad."

Sparda smiled. "Affirmative, over and out." Sparda replied, turning the walkie talkie off and smashing it. He threw it into the trash and headed out...making his way to the Facility...which was now right in front of him. Only one more obstacle to go through.