Loud crash sound were produced from the impact of two person colliding to the stacks of material beneath the window. Among the clatter of bricks and stones, two people were struggling among themselves.
Still grabbing Sayyea be her clothes, the punk wearing jeans were pinning her to the ground.
The punk wearing tidy shirt came and grabbed Sayyea's mouth, stopping her from uttering a single word.
"Nice catch, Mils." Said the punk with tidy shirt.
"This is for Dhier." Mils said as he sent his knee towards Sayyea's stomach.
With muffled sound, Sayyea uttered a cry of pain. With both her hand stepped down, and legs unable to move due to being mounted, she's now totally defenceless.
With clenched fist, Mils were hammering his hand on Sayyea's soft cheeks. The two pinning her down was about to give her another beating. But then..
Out of nowhere, there appeared a pair of hands. Grabbing the face of a man called Mils, the hands proceed to spin it like bottle cap.
A subtle cracking sound was heard. With his view suddenly turned backwards. Mils simply tumbled down to the side.
With her legs freed, Sayyea used it to grab the man holding her mouth, then slammed him to the side with her legs. Now, she's able to stand. But, the hands helping her earlier was nowhere to be found.
"Nice, a strength-based assassin. Now I miss my dice sessions." Sayyea said while opening her mask and spitting some blood.
The tidy punk rolled back reflexively. Then rushed to the side area of his opponent.
"Damn witch!" Said the tidy punk while throwing a right straight full motion.
Feeling sure that, as long as he can catch the witch before she uttered a word, he can win. So, he throws a punch as fast as he can.
*Crack* it was the sound of a jaw breaking. He's sure of it, but why does he looked upwards now? And the witch seems like she got taller all of a sudden.
*Thwang!!* Another flashbang was thrown by the owner.
At least, now Sayyea was ready, she closed her eyes, so the flash did not blind her now. But still, the loud ringing made her heard no more than a white noise.
As if on a cue, the punks left over were all rushing down at her.
In a world without voice, with a horde of punks bringing sticks and bricks charging right at her. She ran to the corner between the beam and materials.
One by one the punks came at her, she ducked while throwing a counter, one after another.
One getting too close to her was met with her knees.
One swinging a wrench towards her got his jaw smashed from below.
One punk finally managed to struck her in the gut, but then quickly got his head caved in by her elbow.
One brick after another was thrown at her, she either dodged them, or used the punks body to block them.
One by one, the punks fell. Leaving the owner all by himself.
All that only happened for a mere 3 minutes. But to Sayyea, it felt like days. Hardly standing, she observed her surroundings.
"Thank you, BackDrop." Sayyea noticed that the punks going at her were dropping quickly in number.
Aside from the punks taking her beatings, there were many punks laid unmoving with their necks twisted.
*Wheeze*. Sayyea can now barely breathe, much less stand on her feet. Red bruises all over her body was a light contrast to her pale yellow skin.
"You killed them, they were just boys, working to get tickets to go home." The owner lamented the fate of his underlings.
The owner raged, an area under his navel shined bright yellow. The light then spreads all around his upper body, in a pattern forming cracks on his skin. The owner howled, and with it, he launched himself towards Sayyea.
A pair of hands appeared out of thin air, wrapping it around the owner's neck to strangle him. But, they got dragged instead.
There he was, BackDrop, finally revealed himself with bruises and blood clots all over his body.
The owner grabbed BackDrop's hands. Then swung it hard downward.
Slammed against solid concrete, BackDrop coughed blood.
"You, also killed those boys."
*Snap!* The owner stepped hard on his chest.
Blood splattered from every orifice of BackDrop's body. But no more mercy was left at the owner's arsenal. Hence, he gifted the boy with another beatings.
Having no more strength, Sayyea can only watch while her colleague got crushed to death. The owner didn't stop there, he lifted BackDrop's lifeless body with one hand, dragging it closer to his face.
"This, *wheeze*, this was, a mistake." Sayyea said as she uncovered her mouth. While spitting blood, she screamed.
"Focus on meeee!!!"
Affected by her word, the owner stopped his mauling towards BackDrop.
Then he jumped, with his fist swinging from his rear. A superman punch done by a man weighing twice heavier than Sayyea was coming at her.
Sayyea dodged, the owner crashed to the piles of body and bricks. But, he paid it no mind as he proceeds to jump at her again with full speed.
The owner's humongous figure moved abnormally fast. Thus, landing a counter at this point was akin to placing one's hand on a power grinder.
Then, another flying superman punch came at her.
And what did Sayyea decided to do? Met his punch with her own fist, of course.
"Realm collapse." She said as her right arm got bent unnaturally.
Still having momentum from doing a jump attack, the owner crashed to the materials behind Sayyea. His eyes, no longer showing any light.
Limping towards her downed colleague, she had no other choice but to ask for help.
*beep, beep, beep*. "Please, it's an emergency. My locs, note it, yes, quickly." Sayyea said as she made emergency calls.
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A loud sirene was heard from above. From the void in the ceiling, a rope was let down. A medic came down, now two, until finally a whole medical crew and their equipments were crowding the abandoned building.
A big part of the crew was focused on tending to BackDrop's dire situation.
"He got his sternum cracked, a few ribs broken. Left lung, punctured. Serious concussion on the rear skull. Left eye bleeding profusely.." Sayyea can't hear what the medic said anymore.
"Hey, what happened here? Ah, your friend there? He'll live. But, I don't think he can do field work for the moment. Get some rest, I'll talk to you later." The medical chief left her alone.
On the other side..
"The hell is happening here? Those bodies has been dead for a day, at least. Look, rigor mortis, these bodies got all cold and stiff." A med crew examined the piles of bodies.
Further back from those bodies. Under the piles of metal and stones. They found a big man, still breathing.
"His body's too hot, he got a high fever. No signs of consciousness. Bring the scanner here." The medical chief asked his crew.
"Damn it. He's braindead, bring the stretcher!"
Basic defence officers finally arrived to secure the building.
"I just left you for a day, miss Sayyea, yesterday was a dragon, today, a massacre. You better get yourself a good lawyer." B class Steven Long reporting in.
"Scour the area, leave no rocks unturned. Go!" He said to the team accompanying him.
"We'll talk later, you don't look too pretty now, go home, wash yourself." Mr. Long said as he dismissed Sayyea.
A ringing sound was heard from his phone.
"Hello, what's the call for? Alright, an assigned officer of the area was coming here? Got it, now we have time to prepare, thank you!" Mr. Long closed the call.
"Well, what are you doing still sitting there? Get your ass out of here, an Assigned officer is on his way here. He won't care about you, he'll ask, and ask, even the dead need to answer him!"
Sayyea just grinned. A good part of her lips were covered in dry blood.
"Ha ha, the thing is, I can't move at all. You mind carrying me?" Sayyea said teasing her senior.
A moment later, with all the medic and defender crew doing their own businesses in the crime scene.
From the void of the ceiling, a black smoke got blown in.
With the smoke, a man came down gently, stepping his feet on the floor.
"Welcome, sir! Basic Defence officer Steven Long, reporting. The crime scene has been secured! The one responsible is still in the area!" S. Long reported.
The man that was called the assigned officer was responsible for the whole sub-district and have the power to question the corps in his area of duty. At least, that was what Sayyea recalled.
The man was bald, and he wore a gas mask with two filters. For the crime scene investigation, he wore his official vest.
"So, we meet in the field, at last." Breath greeted Sayyea.
"Hey, didn't know you're that up high." Sayyea answered him casually.
"Miss Sayyea, please. We're now on an official ground, please respect the one in charge." B class S. Long corrected her.
"I'm sorry, I can't stand to greet you right now." Sayyea said, playing around.
"Well, I knew I said that my area was close to your office. But you didn't seem surprised to see me here." Breath talked, relieving Sayyea of official protocol of speech.
"Well, this was above my paygrade, I expect someone high up to show up eventually. And I've seen you flew around here, yesterday."
"Well, let's hear the reports together. Status report!" Breath said as he called the officers on the scene.
"Reporting: as you can see, there was a brawl here, that, resulted in heavy casualties. One man from our office almost lose his life, and the other stood beside you, sir!" A man in official suits reported.
"Found anything on the building?"
"Yes, sir! Our search team underground found these."
Right here, Sayyea saw it again. A casket with a logo of Niels Bohr's atomic model. As expected, there was a small bronze container in the middle of many layers of insulation. But this time, the content was intact.
With the bronze container still shut tight, it still exudes tremendous heat.
"One year of my salary, in the hands of these punks? How many of these did you find?" Breath asked.
"This was the only one intact, the others seems to have been circulated with smaller containers. Here, sir, we found the smaller ones." Officer Long handed it over.
"So it is true, the solar farms were already compromised."
Seeing that his junior was kind of confused, Breath kindly explained.
"You see that burning man over there? He's been consuming it in a large amount, too many too fast."
"Taken in a small dosage, it gives a man strength, enough to call himself a hero, in this day and age. Taken in a large dosage? You turn tender, medium rare, but before that? You get to call yourself the bringer of doom."
Breath paused, then his eyes widened in a glare.
"The point is, how did you bring down such a man, which needed a whole party to deal with, without a single scratch on you?"