The lights on the runway were on, but it was still too dark to be able to see Vulture right away even with my good eyesight.
His silhouette was dark, but as he walked slowly and approaching my direction, I knew for sure that he was holding his right forehead all the way down to his right eye.
Is his forehead bleeding?
Is it because of the impact earlier because of the gunship?
Or is it because of the piercing beam?
Did it hit his right eye?
When he was close enough, I could see clearly that he was holding a pole on his left hand. He seemed to be partially hiding it behind his back. But somehow, I felt like he did not bother if I could see what he was bringing in his hand.
Bleeding forehead, a couple of straight cuts on his upper right leg that his pants was torn a little, and a bit of groaning once in a while. Those three things were the first things that I noticed on him once I was able to see him completely when he had approached me close enough.
He also no longer had his body armor on him; most likely because it had been stuck inside the aircraft so he was forced to leave it behind inside the aircraft, and revealing his partially torn long sleeved t-shirt that he wore just underneath it.
"Well… that is one more name scratched off my list…" Vulture turned to Flint and chuckled while still holding his right forehead.
"I guess that is your way of alleviating your pain after surviving from a plane crash with some injuries?" I tried to be sarcastic.
"Heh… you mean these?" He raised his eyebrows and direct them downwards.
"They are just mere scratches…."
"Really? Well, look at me." I scoffed and widened both of my arms.
"Despite that rough landing, if you want to call it that, no scratches at all."
Apparently triggered with my words, he immediately tightened his grip on the pole object he was holding and pointed it right towards me, activating something resembling a bright beaming red light from both of its end.
I had somehow read his movement and predicted that something like it was about to happen. Tightening my grip on the beam halberd again and activating its beam blade, I also pointed it right at him.
The two of us activated the extraterrestrial weapons held in our hands at exactly the same moment!
In my right hand; a gray-colored beam trident halberd which had a single large beam blade coming out from one of the pole end, and a couple of shorter blades each coming out from the right and left outlet located just about a couple of adult palms below the same end. The halberd had an additional of an even shorter beam blade on the other end of the pole.
On his left hand; a red-colored beam scythe spear which had a smaller, but still large beam blade coming out from one of the pole end, and a nearly equal-sized scythe blade coming out from another outlet located about three palms below the same end. It seemed to also had an additional beam blade on the other end of the pole.
Also, during the process of pointing the scythe spear to my direction, he removed his hand from his right forehead, whether he did it on purpose or rather because he was so pissed with what I had said to him that he spontaneously released his hand.
The light resulted from the red beam blade of the scythe spear gave enough illumination upon his injuries that he had been hiding until just earlier.
It was right at that moment, when his most severe injury on his right forehead was finally revealed. A horrible diagonal and rather wide scar running from one end of his right eyebrow down all the way to his upper right cheek, shaped like a scythe blade where his blood seemed to keep on running down slowly from it.
However, there was one injury that in no doubt had made him so angry that he easily lost his temper like that….
His right eye…. was completely destroyed and burnt….
It must have been because of the piercing beam from the gunship that completely destroyed the right half of the aircraft cockpit that grazed his right eye entirely and even scraped off a little part of the upper right half of his face.
"Huh… so, an eye for an eye it is." I chuckled.
I could not contain the satisfaction inside my chest upon seeing that he had lost exactly the same thing what he had made me lose, although it was kind of mirrored.
"So much for that confidence you had back then when you thought you shot me dead."
"What was that!?" His left eye was bugging out.
"Let me spell it out for you; m-i-s-c-a-l-c-u-l-a-t-i-o-"
He immediately rushed forward and was about to stab me with the scythe spear!
But I was completely ready….
I simply let him came forward to me until the spear blade was facing right in front of the trident halberd, before I lifted up the middle blade of the halberd and made the spear and scythe blades stuck between the middle and right side blades of the halberd.
"Rrghh!!" He quickly pulled back the scythe spear hard, briefly creating a light spark as those blades clashed with the halberd blades.
"How does it feel when you know that you messed up so bad that no matter how hard you think, there is absolutely no turning back and no way to turn it right anymore?" I tilted my head as I tried to provoke him again, hoping to drain his energy as much as I could through his anger.
He just stood there in front of me, no more than perhaps five meters away, groaning and still had his grip tightened on the scythe spear.
He was clearly already beyond rage….
"Fine… I guess it is only fair for me to share everything that had happened behind you and your whole team…." He snorted rather loudly.
"You, that nerd half Italian half American, that short half Chinese boy, that senior Navy-turned-Marine General, even up to that Polish old fart you had disagreement with back before we departed from this air base!"
Aside from me, he also mentioned Travis, Ryan, Gabe, and Lieutenant Colonel Adamowsky?
I wonder what he is about to say….