Dirk stalked into grounds unknown, a flurry of eccentric crowds flooding out corridors among street corners in a flash mob wave that he couldn't run from, only endure. Being much stronger then off-worlder's humans pelted off of Dirk like a pin-ball to a peg, himself not pushing and yet
so many people at once were pushing against one another
straight into him...
In turn, he mowed them down with all of his might, tackling forth to break the unending surge that even with ultra-strength could barely defend. Men and women screamed in agony and pain all around, and the sound of bones cracking and gunshots blurting coated the night in anxious, ear shattering tension. Fires spurted from windows high overhead as inferno cast down like judgment day rising, children screaming for their fathers and echos of lost souls pressing the off-worlder back to somewhere deep in his mind's eye.
A place he once called
home.
Dirk
swam through as best he could, tackling, spitting, and cracking fists in a mob of frightened and ill gone insane humans that seemed to never end.
And then it did, the last of them trickling out of the scalded street into alleyway cracks far into the churning night. Dirk stood gasping with his hands wringing out, eyes trailing back at the receding mob of frightened morons. He was partially coated in blood along his slayer shorts and his head had been split open from several onslaughts at once, some he couldn't even remember at the moment though they had literally just occurred. The world swam and he felt at the back of his head. A large lump was forming from a heavy blow from something. It ached and when Dirk touched upon it his eyes swam with static, but he felt he could continue on just the same. He healed fast, as most did that traveled the Road, and as long as he kept awake he could ride out the concussion with relative ease...
Or so he hoped, stumbling down to where he spied something most peculiar..
Was that a naked, floating woman.
"I really did get hit hard." He removed his signature mask, face of scars and wars untold showing out with a curious yet far away gaze. Instantly he stooped around a broken brick face, glancing in a hidden view to spy the glowing woman. That had to be what had caused the light, or so he assumed. On his planet only Hook Captains like Chels or Rolyat could perform such feats. They were known as Ire, one with the world, speakers of that which has always existed. His breathing grew heavy as he gazed in awe at the creature, slowly stepping out from his cover to observe her more openly.
