Investigate Anaconda: Breach and Pray (Kokuto/Alastair)

The Man in the mask seemed annoyed with Alastair's ability to evade him! A growl escaping his mask as he watched the man twist and squirrel his way out of those blows! Up above, the Soldat were in the process of detaining the men upstairs! Loud thumping blows sounded in the scuffle, a few errant gunshots, as well at the sound of arrows flying before it seemed that the Soldat were beginning to prevail. At the very least Alastair's allies seemed to be doing their job, even if the sounds indicated there was still something of a general struggle going on up above!

"You Quincy and your damn magic!" He yelled out and then suddenly crackled forward! Once again closing the distance between them and slamming one of his weapons into the hand that was trying to form spiritual weapons, attempting to interrupt Alastair before he flipped the other weapon and caught it beneath his armpit, tucking it under his arm before his now-freed hand ripped the magazine from the gun. There was a loud SHING as a blade sprang out from the ejected magazine! A switchblade built into the mag itself which the man then THRUST! Attempting to slam into Alastair's shoulder, the edge of the blade crackling with that same dull blue fire.

That attempted stab was followed almost immediately by a crackle of green energy, the air around Alastair suddenly growing incredibly thick , making it hard to breathe and a little hard to move even as it would almost feel like something was squeezing him to try and hold him in place!





Kokuto's sudden and aggressive assault would prove considerably effective! Those bullets peppered the shield that he had made from the door and he would hear a dull hissing sound as the bullets slowly burned through the metal, dull blue flames eating its way through the door slowly, but slow enough that he could easily just shift out of their path as they exited the opposite side of the door. But even WITH how potent those bullets were, he still managed to manhandle the two men, armored as they were, binding them in chains and then start talking to Alastair.

However, eavesdropping on the call, one of the man yelled out. "Who are you calling weak?! You weren't supposed to show up yet! You damn quincy. You had better just kill me now! I'm not going to forgive you for taking my daughter from me! Just you wait, we'll be ready next time!" He yelled, LUNGING even with the soldat there to hold him down! The man was aggressively trying to get at Kokuto despite not having nearly enough strength to do so! Even so, the man seemed VERY worked up about the entire situation, even as his companion began to grow more and more nervous, seeming to stare at a few of the soldat that were holding, and then at Kokuto.

"Wait, you're not even a quincy. And your outfits..... who the hell ARE you people?" He asked from behind that armored helmet of his, seeming, bewildered now that he had a chance to look at all of them.





Off in the distance, that familiar hollow roar sounded off, echoing through the area. But this time it was ....different. It went on LONGER. Yowling, roaring out as if it were fighting something, until finally, it stopped abruptly.

Be Advised: Four Unidentified contacts have arrived and split into groups of 2, en route to Primary and Secondary Objective Locations. The bright ping of that cube companion's voice, or in some cases the dull glow of text notification would bring themselves to the attentions of all operatives.

All the same, the gunner engaged with Alastair jerked backward, a crackle of green energy as that transformed bow slashed down in the midst of that sudden pressure. He would find his slash was slowed, and the man had enough time to suddenly crackle away, the air suddenly returning to normal the moment that the opponent had left his personal space. All the same, when the pistoleer backed off, his middle was already turning red, clutching at his chest! It seemed that even with that power slowing Alastair down and the sudden high speed move backing off, he still had failed to completely eveade the point-blank slash. He staggered, almost falling over, eyes narrowed behind his gas mask as he growled in irritation, seemiong to hesitate as if weighing his odds of winning the fight while cut across his middle.

However, the sound of a footsteps would draw the attention of both combatants as footsteps would be heard making their way into the first floor. Of course, had Alastair been up with his squad, he would have been entirely in the dark about the new arrival. The uniform qould strike a familiar, and yet foreign chord within Alastair, the true authentic version of what these thugs had been emulating.

"Mr. Aquilla. I believe you've been expecting me. I'm afraid I wasn't aware that you already had guests." The tall man murmured as he approached the pair of combatants. Well over 6'2" in height, thin and old-looking. The man had an air of authority about him that practically dripped from him. A bright blue hawk perched on the man's shoulder, glowing with Reishi as it cocked it's head to and fro, watching the pair like it's namesake.
"If you don't mind me asking, my red-haired friend. Would it be too late to ask you to leave peacefully?"




The man struggled as best he could! But the chains were far too strong and durable for him to break free and soon Kokuto easily had the man pinned and suppressed along with the others with the help of his Soldat. The one man however was beginning to panic. " Shit shit shit!" He murmured under his breath, frantically looking around. He seemed largely unalarmed by Kokuto, or his mention of calling himself a walking-nightmare. The other Soldat seemed to grow a little uneasy, and began to look a bit anxiously at Kokuto.

However, the captives would very quickly grow still quite suddenly, their eyes locked in the direction of the door as footsteps were heard emerging from the back entrance where they had entered. An average-build young man walked into view, his uniform the spitting image of what those look-alikes had been based upon. A Vandenreich uniform, an OLD one at that.
"Well that's........ easier than I thought this was going to be." A sly smirk crossed the young man's lips as his eyes darted between the captives before shifting back to Kokuto and the Soldat. "If it isn't the Divas. Uncle is going to be pissed. WELL! Thanks for the assist boys! I think you've got it all from here!" That sly smile promptly turning into a gleeful grin before the young man spun on his heels and attempted to just waltz right back out the door.

Alastair's sudden terse, regimented response was something that caused both men to glance in his direction, confusion on the Gunner's face, and a slow, sigh of resignation escaping the older man in the uniform as he seemed to almost recognize something.
"Is that right? What an interesting notion. And here I thought I was a man who knew better than to get into a situation he could not win." He murmured, a Hawk that suddenly appeared on his opposite shoulder leaned in, and placed a Cigar into his mouth, as his hand reached up, flicking a lighter to ignite the very end of it. And alastair, if he diverted his gaze from the old man, would suddenly see hawks everywhere. Perched on seemingly every surface that was available around them, they lined the space around them. If Alastair was willing to tear his gaze away from the man, he would count about eighteen or so of the strange living arrows.

"What the hell?!"
A voice from one of the soldat upstairs before there was a sudden loud, shuddering BOOM that rocked the building, bits of wood showering down from above as several of the Hawks suddenly swooped up through that large central space to detonate in the air just in the center of the building, flooring the soldat up above. Alastair would hear a loud whistling noise before a spray of THUNKS. The Bird had been high up enough that the ledge had protected their little group, but he would see not far away, hundreds of feathers buried quill-first into the ground beneath where those birds had gone off. And the yells and groans of soldat and goons alike up above. Alive, but the extent of any injuries would be unknown as the Soldat seemed dazed from the explosion.
"I don't think I'll be surrendering. I understand that your particular....splinter group has been afforded a pleasant amount of Autonomy. The fact that you call yourselves the Vandenreich does not mean much of anything. You will stand down, or you will have to fight me while also trying to keep Mr.Aquilla from Fleeing, as well as maintaining the safety of those up above. Objectives that are tertiary at best, so far as I am concerned." He noted calmly, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"So, young man, what do you have to say to that?"






When Kokuto threw that chain, rattling loudly through the air. He would see the man half-turn, a manic grin spread across his face as fingers snapped and suddenly the air between the two of them suddenly turned......plush and gray. the chain BUNCHED up as it suddenly slowed down making it's way through that thickened air, and the man spun around and lashed out, a Knife suddenly in his hand. A series of loud PINGS sounding as something shiny bounced off the walls around that lump of Wolke and then ricocheted straight toward Kokuto! Thin needles speeding toward him intent to impact on each shoulder and his left hip. Needles which he would find would not be stopped by simple defenses if he chose to try and block them, set to plow clean through his body before burying themselves in the floor behind him if ignored.

In the very next moment, that Chain would finish plowing through Wolke, upon which, having lost much of it's momentum, it was parried and thrown to the side with a slash from the knife, sending the chain into the wall.
"Whoa whoa whoa now. Should you really be throwing down with a superior? Maybe you haven't heard of me yet so I'll speak slowly and use small words~ My name is Falker Oretta. Lieutenant of the Neuer Zweck Vandenreich's Advance Squad. Feel free to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness." He winked, that Wolke spell starting to fade into nothing as the young man pointed his knife threateningly at Kokuto and the others, the Men that they'd captured were suddenly stock still, very uncomfortable being caught near a fight between two spirituals.



In that very last moment, whether by text or by voice, that familiar tone would pipe up. Evacuations are nearly complete. All teams in need of Reinforcements please respond.