As the siren wailed, piercing the air with urgency, chaos unfolded within the alien base. Alien foot soldiers scurried about in panic, their orderly routine shattered by the unexpected breach. A commanding figure, distinguishable by the authority in its movements, swiftly approached a reporting alien who had announced the breach.
"Sir, there's a breach on our base, and we're under attack," the reporting alien conveyed in a tense manner, the urgency evident in its voice.
The figure demanded more information, "Have you figured out who was the attacker?"
"It was... " Before the reporting alien could finish its response, a figure abruptly snap him out of the room, its silhouette illuminated by the dim emergency lights. The alien who had given the command quickly readied itself for the impending threat, anticipating the arrival of the assailant.
With a sudden yell, the commanding figure demanded, "Show yourself!"
From the darkness of the breached door, a sinister figure emerged, hands stained with alien blood. It was Alexn, a formidable adversary who had once clashed with Hex and demonstrated a ruthless willingness to eliminate his own kind to gain strength and ascend in power.
The tension in the air thickened as Alexn, undeterred and seemingly emboldened by the chaos, stepped forward into the light.
The lieutenant alien's shock and confusion were palpable as he recognized the figure before him. His initial astonishment gave way to a mix of concern and disbelief. Amidst the chaos, he found himself face-to-face with someone he thought had perished defending their base against human attackers—a report that marked both Alexn and another alien as missing in action.
Desperate for answers, the lieutenant attempted to reach out to Alexn, his voice tinged with a mixture of incredulity and a flicker of hope. "Alexn, I thought you died based on our report. What happened?" he queried, trying to make sense of the unexpected turn of events.
The lieutenant's attempt to reconcile the conflicting information and understand Alexn's reappearance added to the perplexity of the situation. His inquiry was driven by a need to comprehend how someone presumed lost in a prior conflict had resurfaced, standing before them in a confrontation against their own kind.
The air crackled with tension as the unanswered questions loomed, casting a veil of uncertainty over the unfolding events within the besieged base.
As the lieutenant demanded an explanation, his voice fraught with urgency and a hint of desperation, Alexn's response was abrupt. "All lies," Alexn uttered, his words reverberating through the tense atmosphere, leaving confusion in their wake.
"What do you mean?" the lieutenant pressed, his patience wearing thin, trying to decipher Alexn's confusing message. Before he could grasp the meaning behind Alexn's words, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.
Without warning, Alexn surged forward, his movements swift and menacing, fueled by a lethal intent. The lieutenant barely had time to react as Alexn charged towards him with alarming speed, his actions laden with a clear intent to attack.
Caught off guard by Alexn's sudden aggression, the lieutenant instinctively prepared to defend himself against the unexpected assault, his mind racing with questions and alarm at the rapidly escalating situation within the besieged base.
The chaos intensified as the confrontation between former comrades took a perilous turn, leaving the lieutenant grappling with the unsettling turn of events and Alexn's ominous declaration echoing in his mind.
Tyrn, with swift reflexes, unsheathed his broadsword, meeting Alexn's sudden onslaught with a fierce defense. The clash between the two sent shockwaves through the room, the impact propelling Tyrn backward, his form sliding across the floor. Despite the forceful defense, Alexn's relentless advance betrayed an almost unnatural strength and determination.
"I am Tyrn, Tréverndari's lieutenant! I will stop you now!" Tyrn declared, his voice echoing with authority and defiance, attempting to assert control over the chaotic confrontation.
Yet, Alexn's response was a taunting laughter that cut through the tension. "Lie! Lie! Lie!" he spat out the word, a relentless mantra that accompanied each step he took toward Tyrn. The repetition of the accusation resonated in the air, creating an eerie backdrop to the fierce clash.
Undeterred, Tyrn braced himself for the impending confrontation. As Alexn closed the distance, the room vibrated with the clash of metal and the ominous echoes of Alexn's accusation.
The battle between the two former comrades unfolded with a raw intensity, each clash of blades serving as a testament to the deep-seated enigma that surrounded Alexn and the unsettling truths that threatened to surface in the heat of the struggle.
Tyrn swung his broadsword with a vicious arc at approaching Alexn's, aiming for his neck. He was furious that his former lieutenant had betrayed him by killing their own kind. He wanted to end Alexn's life and make an example of him.
Alexn ducked under the blade, feeling the wind of its passage. He had no weapon, only his fists and his agility.
He jabbed his right fist at Tyrn's face, hoping to stun him. But Tyrn was fast. He blocked the punch with his left arm, then slashed his broadsword at Alexn's chest. Alexn rolled to the side, dodging the attack. He kicked Tyrn's leg, trying to knock him off balance.
Tyrn stumbled but recovered quickly. He thrust his broadsword at Alexn's stomach, hoping to impale him. Alexn leaped over the broadsword, then landed behind Tyrn. He wrapped his arms around Tyrn's neck, squeezing hard. He wanted to choke him out.
Tyrn gasped for air, feeling Alexn's grip tighten. He elbowed Alexn's ribs, then twisted his body. He threw Alexn off him, then turned to face him. He raised his broadsword, ready to strike again. He wanted to finish him off and end this madness.
Alexn dodged Tyrn's swing and clashed again, exchanging blows and parries. Tyrn used his sword to slash and stab, while Alexn used his fists to punch and block. They were evenly matched, but Tyrn had the advantage of a weapon.
He saw an opening and swung his sword at Alexn's arm, hoping to disable him. He succeeded, but not as he expected. He cut Alexn's arm, but not deep enough to sever it. Instead, Alexn revealed something shocking, his arm quickly regenerated the cut wound.
Tyrn recoiled in horror, realizing that Alexn was not just a traitor, but something was different about him. He had infiltrated the alien army and killed their comrade.
Alexn grinned, showing no pain. He used his regenerated arm to grab Tyrn's broadsword, then yanked it out of his hand. He tossed it aside, then punched Tyrn in the face with his other fist.
Tyrn fell to the ground, feeling his nose break. He looked up at Alexn, who towered over him. He felt fear and anger, but also curiosity. He wanted to know why Alexn had done this. He wanted to know what he was hiding.
Breathless and on the brink of defeat, Tyrn gazed up at Alexn, the weight of the moment heavy upon him. His plea echoed through the tumultuous air, desperation tinged with a lingering sense of camaraderie. "Please, Alexn," he implored, his voice strained yet pleading. "Tell me what happened during your absence... where have you been?"
For a fleeting moment, a shadow of conflict flickered across Alexn's countenance, a hint of the turmoil within him. His eyes held a glint of something unspoken, a mix of anguish and defiance, as if battling an internal struggle.
The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting Alexn's response, a revelation that could shatter the enigma surrounding his disappearance and the turmoil he had brought to the base.
The silence between the former comrades crackled with unspoken history and the weight of unanswered questions, hanging in the air like a heavy fog. Tyrn's plea remained suspended in the tense atmosphere, hoping against hope for a glimpse of truth amid the chaos and conflict.
As Alexn loomed over him, Tyrn's plea for answers dissolved into a chilling realization. Before Tyrn could react, Alexn's fist descended upon him relentlessly, a flurry of blows raining down upon him with staggering force.
Struggling to defend himself, Tyrn raised his arms in a feeble attempt to shield against the onslaught. But Alexn's unyielding strength overwhelmed Tyrn's defenses, each punch delivering a jarring impact that sent shockwaves of pain through his body.
Despite Tyrn's valiant efforts, Alexn's onslaught proved relentless, each strike battering him further, driving him to the brink of exhaustion. The once defiant lieutenant now found himself at the mercy of an unstoppable force, his attempts to ward off the assault futile against Alexn's overwhelming power.
During the chaos and brutality, Tyrn fought to stay conscious, clinging to a shred of resilience amidst the unrelenting barrage. The struggle for survival became a harrowing battle against an adversary fueled by an unknown motive, leaving Tyrn at the mercy of a force he couldn't hope to match.
The tense and brutal assault came to an abrupt halt as a figure intervened, stepping in between Alexn and the defenseless Tyrn. Alexn, his fists still poised for further attack, hesitated at the newcomer's interruption.
"You've gone far enough, Alexn," the figure declared in a commanding tone, facing Alexn with unwavering resolve.
Alexn's expression twisted into a scowl, a mix of defiance and determination etched across his features. "The difference between us," he sneered, gesturing at Tyrn, "is that you fight to stop me, but I fight to kill you."