The mercenaries talked amongst themselves under the man's insipid speech, disregarding the Renthic mage entirely. A look of disdain crossed across the leader's face as he scrunched up his whole entire face as if he had just stepped in something nasty. The man drew in a deep breath, getting ready to say something else, but was suddenly interrupted by the procession of forces approaching from the north of his own side.
Pew pew! A decent looking man with fiery red hair and eyes directed a gaze full of malice as he raised a laser pistol in the air, firing twice. He wore a lab coat over a tight fitting chestplate that was in turn above a long nylon blended shirts and a matching pair of pants. His rubber adjacent boots glowed along vertical slits, and similarly dressed people stood behind him.
As well as a group of mercenaries that paled slightly in number to the detachment of allied teams supporting the mages. They made up for their shorter numbers in vigor, however, as most of the men and woman alike bore confident expressions on their battle-hardened faces.
The man with the upraised pistol pulled out a signal speaker and held it to his lips, before speaking as his eyes turned turbid and his face reddened. "You think you're good enough to acquire the Tetra Collider?! You'll pry it from our cold, dead, hands, you 'spell' slinging sons of b*tches!" The man then aimed his laser pistol and shot out a cold beam of red light, while the mages in turn abruptly prepared a spell.
This was the signal of the start of the battle, the two not giving each other any respect with means of negotiation or logic. The two hotblooded sides were determines to spread warm, viscous currents down the cracks in the hardened sand. The two sides sent a great noise into the atmosphere as they rained footsteps on the ground, rushing to each other.
Uris ran in front of Ulun and Bie, waving her hands out as her eyes flashed and then clasping both of her hands around the handle of her large shield. Ulun was next, his metal gloves clinging onto the shafts of the cane-like hooks he held in either hand, his face steeled for conflict.
"B, stay with us and don't get lost!" These were the only words Ulun could offer as they arrived at their first enemy, who used their considerable size to swing down a heft hammer, which was blocked by Uris as she crouched down low and swung her shield to the side.
The deft parry gave Ulun the opportunity he needed, as he skirted past his daughter and swung the right hook, pulling along the adversary's arm as the blade dug into their funny bone. Bie pulled out a spear and held the blade pointing diagonally before he thrusted the pole into a hole in their helm while Uris ran around him and held her shield to protect their backs.
The spear seemed to glance off the held, pushing back against Bie as a repulsive force shook the very insides of the weapon. This would've thrown the comparatively diminutive boy off his balance, but Bie had the effects of Mountain's Step supporting him, and he didn't resist the force that sought to push the weapon to the side. The reason was clear in his eyes--it was because he didn't care about keeping the weapon in one piece in the first place!
The stone spear shattered as the fragments battered the insides of the helm through the gaps in the visor, causing jets of blood to spurt out of the holes as the figure let out a cry mixed with rage and agony. Before the person could go rampant, however, they exposed their neck long enough for the leather cloth that protected it to stretch, lessening the cohesion of the surface.
That was another opportunity that Ulun took, pushing up his free hook above and then around the neck of the opponent before pulling down, while Bie darted up to the figure's abdomen and repeatedly released blows with his fists as his tool of choice.
The figure couldn't raise their arms up in time to use their pauldrons to maybe redirect the hook, as the continuous onslaught of pressure from Bie disrupted his breathing. Their head was reaped like a farmer harvesting crops with a sickle, sliding off as streams of ruby red liquid fell in Ulun's direction, splattering his silver mail and staining the banner with a shield and two hooks wrapped around the top half of his chest.
Some small speckles of blood fell down on Bie's hood that was pulled over his head, mixing with the previously dry brown cloth. Bie turned around as the figure slumped over and landed on the ground with a thud, he and Ulun both noticing a leather-bound figure with two daggers trying to sneak her way past Uris's shield.
But Uris was having none of it as she clung to the knife wielding rogue's every footstep. empty irises locked on each and every twitch of the wrist that preceded her swings and stabs. Bie aimed a small hand axe that was even cruder than Ekulech and aimed for her head, the weapon letting out a satisfying arc as it traced the air.
The blade landed squarely in the rogue's eye, slashing through the shoddy fabric that curtained her eyes as it planted itself inside her face. What's worse, the blade was cracking as the force of the attack knocked her off her feet, just in time for Uris to bring up her tower shield down on her face. More of the vital life liquid had flown up as she smashed the lowest edge on her face until the only thing that was left of her head were two bloody pulps, roughly bisected horizontally.
Ulun let out a whistle as he rushed to his next opponent, this time a scientist with what appeared to be a beam pouting submachine gun, pointed at some of the unlucky mercenaries embroiled in a conflict with an adversary. The scientist ran around the field as he dispatched mercenaries on both sides, caring not who was aligned to their forces or the opposition.
There were three other units doing the exact same thing, their forms shimmering out of sight from time to time when they were discovered. However, they could not escape from Uris's eyes as she led Ulun and Bie to one who had just fired ten shots and was pushing a canister into the steaming chamber of their gun.
"Raaa!" Uris rammed into the scientist and brought him down to the ground as if he was a wet paper bag. As his limbs were splayed on the ground, he still looked up defiantly, though his face was paling at an expedient rate.
Ulun kept her shield pressed down on the man long enough for Bie to replace her, jumping off of him the second Bie planted his knees on the soon to die scientist's chest. He even increased his weight for good measure, his Ink being consumed slightly as he held pummeled the man's face.
His hands were covered in bloody pulp as his fists formed a deep depression, while blood splatters changed the color of his iron chainmail. Ulun let out a whistle whil Uris's eyes brightened in surprise, before the duo turned to notice the mage approaching them through the chaos.