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Corey took in every piece of information he could about the area: gunshots, voices, buildings and vehicles in varying conditions. Anything that could tell him whether the area around him was too dangerous, he searched for it. He needed to since all he had was a pair of knives and some grenades to defend himself with, all of which he wasn't comfortable using. This was why he was going back to the bar for his scythe, an otherwise stupid decision. He made his way through the alleyways and confined streets, trying to get around random patrols and prevent giving away his position. When he finally found his way there, he couldn't believe what he saw: there were at least 30 soldiers in the area. They must be the rest of the squad from the guys he killed. What was worse was that there was an LAV there. Two small knives and 5 grenades versus 30 guys plus a heavy machine gun weren't very good odds for him... he needed to get to his scythe for a chance. He looked at the crowd: they were bunched up in groups of 4, with one guy in the drivers seat of the car, plus one on the gun. He took a moment to think, proccess what was going to be the best course of action. Alright, 6 groups of 4, spread out a bit and two in the car... I could use the grenades, but by the time the first one goes off, the rest will scatter and spread thin. A grenade launcher would be just fantastic right no- He just remembered something. He searched his pockets and found the roll of string. The he looked at the grenades: idea. "... you bloody legend." He tied all of the pins to one end of the string and picked it up carefully: now all 5 of the grenades could be thrown at the same time. The biggest smile adorned his face as he held the other end of the string. "Alright, now I just need to swing it just right, and then I'll get a nice little distraction." He began to swing it carefully, building momentum for the sadistic explosive. It began to spin around, but he dare not swing it too quickly for obvious reasons.

The soldiers never even noticed the grenades flying towards them when he let it fly, but as soon as they went off, the 10 survivors started panicking. The way they saw it, the only way that five grenades could be thrown at such an interval was from a group of rebels, so they assumed that they were being ambushed. any place that could have likely held refuge for a group, they fired at, all the while Corey had snuck around and walked inside the kitchen. All the bodies were moved out except Ashleys, whose was kept to the side. She was leaned against the wall, as if one of the soldiers had tried to get a look at her. The very sight of her made Coreys blood run cold: he found the scythe on the ground and was about to grab the handle... until he felt 2 guns go against his head. The rest of the gunfire stopped, including the heavy machine gun. Was he tricked? He pulled his hand away from the scythe, raising his hands in the air slowly. He was motioned up by one of the gunners, and Corey obeyed... then swung one of his hands around to disarm them. With the momentum of the swing, he threw one of them on the center bench, while his other arm revealed one of the knives and sped towards their neck. Before it entered, he stopped just before the kill was made: blond hair and green eyes filled his vision, and he was instantly reminded of Ashley. That was the only reason he would have ever stopped. But when he finally adjusted, he saw Noel, eyes filled with tears and scared beyond anything he'd ever seen. "...""... N- Noel?" He dropped the blade and The tear-struck girl leapt up at him, crying openly. "Noel, what the hell are-" "I killed them... All of them, Corey. The entire battalion, the squad outside, I killed them all!" Corey turned his head and saw each and every soldier riddled with bullets. The LAV was turned into a giant sieve, too, rendered completely useless. What he heard from that soldier in the street was true: Noel had slaughtered all of those soldiers. "I didn't even want to, my body just acted on its own. I saw what I was doing, I saw everyone die and I couldn't even do anything..." She just sat there crying on his shoulder, thankful she could control what she was doing. As much as Corey didn't want to wait for her to calm down, he wasn't one to just shove a girl off and tell her that they need to keep moving. But when he heard tank-tracks in the distance, he had no choice. "... Noel, we need to move, now." She looked up at him and just stared for a moment. "... what?" "Look, we're both wanted by the Guard, right? And the only tanks I've seen in this city belong to said Guard. Right now, I hear alot of movement and it seems to be coming this way, so I think we need to get moving now." Noel was hesitant, but her inner commander took over. She nodded, took her guns out and ran out the backdoor. Corey followed her out after he grabbed his scythe and ran as fast as he could, keeping up with the girl fairly easilly.

They continued to run through the alleys until Corey came across a familiar area, where he held Noels hand and urged her to stay put. "What are you doing, Corey?" "Just wait, I need to call Trea." He pulled out a mobile and dialled it out to Trea. The phone rang out and then, 5 seconds later, the little guy appeared right before them. Noel was impressed by how organised they were. "... s-""Apologise when we're safe, alright?" He grabed Coreys and Noels leg, then teleported them to Treas most secure safehouse.
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Tsubaki watched the onslaught of ammunition fly directly towards the targets on the monitor, and when she saw the beasts begin to fall, she smiled. "Target confirmed, ma'am. they're down." "Congratulate the fire-teams and tell them to prepare for ground support roles. We're losing too many troops at the moment and they'll need as much support as possib-" Before she could finish, a bolt of lightning struck the shields. "What the hell?!? Reports, now!" "They're using powerful magic, ma'am. That blow put the shields to 30% capacity." One of the soldiers in charge of ground troops was trying to make out panicked messages though the radio. "Our tank squads are reporting heavy resistence from some kind of beast: they're being thrown around like rag dolls. Others report of some holy knight cutting the tanks to pieces." "That kind of power?""Ma'am, target sighted above the ship: it's the dragon!!!" She looked to the monitor, unable to believe her eyes: sure enough, the beast was alive. Its blast was fully charged and was preparing to fire. As she examined more screens, she could see the city become enveloped by meteors, tanks being slung towards the battleship and everything otherwise being a total mess for this force. She closed her eyes and prepared for the worst. "Brace for impact!" As the blast came down onto the battleship, the shields held for a moment, but eventually gave way. The metal glowed from orange, to yellow and even a white heat before the blast made contact: the ship was blown in half. Another explosion after that could be seen, massive in scale and turning the ship into smaller fragments, all scattering accross the city. The soldiers all stopped fighting to whitness the event. Awestruck, they sat idly, incapable of believing what they had just seen...

... Tsubaki had gotten very shaken up by the explosion, as did her crew. Scanning the monitors, she realised that they were all black. The battleship was gone. "Everyone alright?" "No damage to the Flagships vital systems. All armor and shielding at 100%" "All comms from the Lambda are gone. No system specs are available either. The Lambda is destroyed." Tsubaki bowed her head, as did the crew. They took a moment of silence to remember the ship that they'd just lost, as well as the crew. "... do you have the data on the events that just happened?" One of the crewmembers brought over a clear screen with various numbers and stats written on it. Tsubaki examined the board, then handed it back. "Optimize the rest of the fleet on this data. Soldiers, vehicles and weapon systems are to adjust to the tactics and weapon capabilities of the force we've just encountered. I'm allowing the use of full Nox technology." "Ma'am." "The Demoral force has done its job... lower all cloaking devices on all ships and begin the full-scale invasion." In that moment, four pilots began working on panels, sending messages to the rest of the fleet. And within moments, possibly the most frightening thing to be whitnessed on the ground happened: at first, it was another battleship that had apeared, but then another followed. And another. And another. Then multiple ships began to let down their cloaks, from battleships and cruisers, to destroyers and even a pair of flagships. Though that wasn't the worst of it: two aircraft carriers began to let out a small force of fighters, though small to them was around 20. They were sent to persue the current threat to their drop-parties, that being Bahamut. They flew towards the creature, but before they got too close, cloaked themselves. Then, while cloaked, they broke out of formation and began opening fire on the creature. Meanwhile, certain ships began to let out masses of troop carriers, dispatching them to the city. This was the true invasions beggining.
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Trea re-appeared within the city, briefly looking around to try and find this cat. While he couldn't broadcast his thoughts to an entire populace, he could send small messages to a single mind... it just gave him a massive headache when he had to find the right head, so he barely ever used it like this. He let out a sigh and opened his sachel, pulling out some pain-killers. "Best part of the day is when I've got to find someone via thought manipulation... goody." Little did he know that Midnight was right in the next street, not 20 meters away. He popped two pills and put the packet back in the satchel, then took a seat. He prepared himself to start the search when a group of soldiers started coming down the street. He was about to start the process of finding the cats thought pattern when they instantly spotted him. "What the hell's that thing?" "One of those creatures, uh what's its name-" "I don't give a damn. Just another rat in my eye-" Before they could finish their sentences, a wall of fire enveloped the group, torching everything in sight. "... That's -Trea- to you, dumbass!" He let out another sigh and figured it was his fault for trying to do the search in the middle of the street. He then started walking through the alleyway and saw the creature he wanted to find... At least, he hoped it was. "You wouldn't happen to be the one who made the broadcast, would you?" He spoke casually, as if this was a regular occurrence. He'd done stupider and witnessed even stupider than that, so this wasn't exactly too amazing or embarrassing for him.
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Ragna was having the time of his life: never before has he had the opportunity to take as many lives as he could like right now. He'd already racked up a good total so far, eliminating well over 9 squads. The glory of it all was that the more he killed, the more stamina he had, so he could literally do this for his entire life. He'd just finished off another 30 man squad and was now standing over the last survivor. "W-what are you? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!?" Ragna turned around and looked at the mess he had made: there was only ash and hollow armor, but no signs of fire. One of the side-effects of the 'Blood-scythe' were that the targets blood is drained of life, thus going dry and turning to ash. There was no sign of blood anywhere. "I thought I was known well enough to be remembered by now... how long's it been, I wonder?" The soldier tried to run, but found the massive blade through his chest. The sword then heaved its way up, cutting the armor almost in half, but the body was just simply replaced by a husk. When the suit collapsed, it shattered and fell to pieces, its occupant no longer existent. "Well, as much as I'd like to stay and chat, there's an entire empire to destroy, so if you'll excuse me-" Before he could finish being a smart-a**, silver wings appeared right in the corner of his eye. He looked down the alley and saw what looked like some angelic figure, but she had a horn on her head. She didn't look like she was a part of the armies that were currently decimating the city, so he figured she was AVALANCHE. All that time being sealed inside Corey really taught him a lot about how this world worked, so he wasn't exactly a moron to this place. "... hmm, maybe I could ask her where that kid went." He walked down the alley and started walking to Rosalia. When he got within meters of the girl he called out. "Hey, you there." He put his hand out to his chin as a height measurement. "You wouldn't happen to have seen a kid around, would ya? 'Bout this tall, long red hair and uses a scythe?'"

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