The Jamaican Acquisition

Within a matter of seconds, the pests that had lingered in the proximity came to make their presence know. The first of the many was a rather short female; her golden hair blew through the sky as she effortlessly manoeuvred through the skyline. She stood at around five foot nine, but appeared to look like an ant from Stings point of view; after all, he was still stood atop a sky scraper. Sting was shit with sensing spiritual entities, it just wasn’t his forte; however, the only reason he could sense this girl was because she oozed spiritual energy that was almost on par with Stings.

The next presence that Sting could successfully pick up was of another women, once again, her spiritual energy was rather significant in the grand scheme of things so even an idiot could discern her location. But the instant the women appeared, the humidity and smell of coconut that had lingered in the air, vanished. With it, so did the country of Jamaica. Sting didn’t have to second guess himself when it came to who had cast this weird ability, he knew that it was the second arrival.

However, now that the Country of Jamaica had vanished, it was rather easy for Sting to see the other individuals that more than likely came to fight for the freedom of Jamaica. After all, there were no longer any buildings to shelter them so they were fully out in the open, all thanks to the pink haired women. To an extent, the women had made the whole situation a lot easier for Sting, as he wouldn’t have to chase the pests he couldn’t sense through every crevice of Jamaica. There was no where they could run to hide, unfortunately for them at least.

Suddenly, Stings killing intent would begin to resonate off his body and into the surroundings as a rather psychotic smile crept across his face, stretching from ear to ear. He didn’t know much about his opponents, except from the fact that he could see and hear them all; he didn’t know whether they were killers or simple loyalists that aimed to protect Jamaica. Regardless, they had just been sealed in a dome with one of Monsutas greatest weapons of old. The man who had single handily demolished his opposition in Qatar but a few years ago; the man who left mere remnants of the once powerful defender of the Vanguard, Blackheart.

The last time Sting had attacked a country was a few years ago, when he still operated as the Black Ops Commander of the Monsuta. When he engaged in the hostile takeover, two individuals came to oppose him, but he only knew the name of one. Blackheart. Within a matter of minutes, the man that had come forth on behalf of the Vanguard was no more. He was resilient and powerful but he wasn’t a match for Sting. As he fell on the battlefield, another individual joined the battle, a women who Sting later found to be known as Animum; it appeared that she had come to stop Sting and save Blackheart but she almost experienced the same fate as her fellow compadre. The hostile takeover was successful then, and it will be successful now.

“Go for the two appetisers before you move to the main course.”

Electricity cracked and popped around Stings body, sending short sparks into the proximity. Suddenly, a yellow burst of electrical energy began erupting around his body; the particles oscillated at an accelerated pace as extensions of the electric armor began passing across his nervous impulses. The electric current armor, was formed. The armor was composed solely of electricity, it not only acted as a form of defence but also accelerated the rate at which nervous impulses were transmitted across Stings body, allowing for his body to react at an accelerated state because of the rapid communication between his brain his muscles.

The electricity that was transmitted into his nervous system was self-sufficient, in the sense that enough was distributed to accelerate his physical capabilities for a short duration. Because of the absence of a source of electricity, Sting had a rather limit time frame in which he had to start and finish the battle.

In a sudden burst or a blink of an eye, he sprung to action. His left hand ascended effortlessly as he released two orange bursts of energy toward the green dude and the wierdo in the suit. “Cero” There was nothing in the path of the Cero that Sting released, which allowed the energy to reach it’s optimal speed within a matter of seconds before clashing down on the duo. If the Cero was to hit, it would do what any old Cero does and incinerate everything in it’s path, flesh and bone alike.

As the Cero shot forth, anyone who was paying attention would come to notice that Sting was no longer in his previous location; those with a keen eye would see him rapidly approaching his intended target, Magnolia. From his perspective, the two grunts that were about to get hit with a Cero would have their hands full attempting to avoid the attack but in the meantime, Sting aimed to keep Magnolia occupied so she wouldn’t attempt to save the others from their imminent deaths.

One individual that Sting hadn’t attacked was Mirja. There was a simple enough reason, if she died then what would happen to this little trap that they were all in? Would it dissipate? Remain forever? Or what? Regardless, he didn’t want to release his pray from a trap that the women had so kindly provided, hence why he didn’t attempt to lay stake to her life. However, if she decided to attack, the tides would quickly turn.

Before long, Sting was upon the gold haired girl, quite literally. His body had descended head first toward the girl and so he was attacking from a much wider angle. As he reached attacking distance, his right fist shot through the sky, moving straight for the young girls’ forehead. The force of the fist shifted the very air resistance in the atmosphere; the sole fact that Sting was putting his whole-body weight behind the punch made it ever so much more devastating. However, that in tandem with the speed of his descent would put Magnolia out of her bloody misery. Stings eyes would remain focused on the girl, he aimed to discern a counter attack or her method of defence to accommodate to her effectively.

If the punch was to connect with her head, her very skull would come to shatter and the force generated by the impact would no doubt generate massive amounts of brain damage. The girl would be lucky to have her skull or brain in one piece of the attack was to connect.