Investigate Anaconda: Breach and Pray (Kokuto/Alastair)

The declaration was something that put a half-smile on the old man's face, eyes watching curiously as the young man seemed to devote his focus toward him. The Gunner promptly seemed to make an unsure expression, but it only took a moment for him to crouch, tensing up just ever so slightly as he seemed to refocus.

"Official, he says. Surrender, he says." He murmured, not toward Alastair, but to one of the hawks on his shoulders that glared at the other quincy with leering eyes. Watching the release of the sudden Vollstanding with an ....amused gaze. "Not as green as you sound. It's a shame you haven't done as much work-" His gloved hand suddenly shot up, using that Falconer's glove that he used as a bow to block that incoming blade with a loud CLANG as condensed reishi blocked the incoming hit, though cracks promptly snapped across it's surface and that smile widened just a little as the man would WRENCH downward, aiming to rip the blade clean out of Alastair's grip with a monstrous amount of strength and then aiming to slam it straight into the center of Alastair's chest like a bat, intent on launching him away before dropping the weapon as his spirit weapon crumbled off his hand, showing a sizzling portion of his palm where his blut had had to take over, clearly Alastair's weapon far outpaced the man's own thanks to the boost from his Vollstandig.

"-....on your other skills." He murmured, seeming unphased, at least outwardly, from that close call with the blade. There was a soft clinking noise as three Hawks suddenly launched themselves from the man's waist, forming and firing just as quickly, just the barest glint in the air as Alastair might be able to catch sight of slim metal lengths clutched in their talons: Seele Schneider. There was a harsh BSHHHT noise as lengths of glowing reishi extended from the weapons as the Hawks promptly blitzed towards Alastair, aiming to streak straight past him, slashing as they went. All whilst the old man raised a hand above his head, a new glove bursting into existence over his limb.

However, Alastair would hear a sudden spray of gunfire from his right! A sudden spray of bullets from the man in the Gasmask had promptly fired on the incoming hawks, those bullets slowing just before impact, and then the effect seemed to extend to the hawks as well, and suddenly, Alastair would find those Hawks were moving in slow motion rather than the full speed of a fired arrow! It seemed that the man he had been fighting but moments before had decided to choose the lesser of two evils.

All the while, Reishi seemed to be rapidly gathering in the old man's palm, clearly he was preparing something.





The young man smirked all the wider, looking down his nose at Kokuto and chuckling lightly as he lifted a hand to gently rest on his forehead. "Forgive me, I suppose I should be ashamed, after all, TRULY an Ogre, or whatever you are, would know much more about the Vandenreich than a quincy such as myself~" He sneered, tilting his head ever so slightly at both the orders and the call to .....whatever that little cube thing was. "My my my, someone certainly thinks highly of themselves! You little brat. Oh but don't worry, by the time I'M through with you, you'll be on your knees begging to lick my boots! For I am the right hand of an Himmelritter! The O, the OVERWATCH!" He proclaimed, CLEARLY enjoying the sound of his own voice.

"But, I commend you for maintaining your composure." He hummed, about to raise his hand and point directly at Kokuto, before suddenly the reishi in the room SCREAMED, a loud, shrill noise filling the air before wings burst from the back of the young man's back, sharp and jagged, seeming to have needles instead of feathers as well as a thorny halo hovering over his head, a very STARTLED look showing on the young man's face as he seemed....surprised by the appearance of these features!

"OH! ..... well.... this is embarassing." He hissed, CLEARLy irritated, his pupils entirely gone, replaced by little black points in a ring at the very edges of his sclera. "And here I thought that thug Stelle would have more restraint. Too bad for you~" He grinned, snapping his fingers.

A flurry of little rings of reishi suddenly shot forward from out of his shadow at blinding speed, stopping just below Kokuto and two of the Soldat before enormous needles suddenly punched upward from the rings. The needle beneath Kokuto aiming to skewer him clean through his left hip and shoulder before the tip burst, spreading out and forming a cross as it slammed up through the roof, the needle-like cross managing an impressive size of ten meters in height as it ripped through the section of building above them, potentially with Kokuto skewered on it's length if he failed to evade, seeming to have that very same defense-punching potential as those smaller needles.

One of the Soldat managed to stumble out of the way, by sheer luck the cross needle only managing to rip through his uniform as he fell onto his ass, but the other soldat was not so lucky as the needle, would yell out as that massive needle punched up through his forearm and up into the ceiling, clutching at the limb with gritted teeth! Thankfully it seemed the man's aim toward the soldat had not been as focused as his aim toward Kokuto.

All the same, the captives would immediately begin to struggle and try to wiggle their way toward the exits, a frantic desperation in their eyes as it became abundantly clear they wanted to be as far away from this fight as possible.
"If you could kindly die to my Neytorael please~ I would be ever so grateful." Falker practically cooed.

The old man smiled, eyes twinkling a little in amusement as Alastair managed to break down his own sword before he was sent flying, a slight look of annoyance crossing his expression as he noticed the effect of the fullbringer's bullets. The birds slowing as Alastair blitzed past them. However, the man's eyes flicked up, and Alastair would find those eyes already locked onto him the instant that he arrived above the old man, and as that blade streaked down to try and slice into the arm holding that collecting energy, the old man's own arm would blur, that energy finally consolidating mid-slash, such that Alastair would simply see his weapon suddenly no longer exist past the midpoint of it's length, the other end suddenly severed and then sent upward with such force that the other half of his broken weapon would spin and slice straight into his shoulder before it could disappate. Of course at that point it would simply be a question of wether Alastair's offensive might matched his defensive prowess in his own released form for if the blade even managed to scathe him, but in that instant he would also feel a sudden hot rush as a cut would simply form across his chest. Shallow, but still very present. And that mass of spiritual energy would now take complete form. A large forward-curving cleaver made from condensed spiritual energy.

"Down boy." That dull murmur would escape the older man's lips before his form vanished, sudden y speeding past Alastair with his own hirenkyaku and suddenly appearing in the gunner's face, another slash occurring at blinding speed, cleaving through the man's middle as the Gunner would suddenly crumple, clutching his chest and letting out a GRUNT as he crumpled. In the very same instant, Alastair would suddenly see a mass of wings emerging from his chest, sizzling from the heat of his own release, but not enough to stop the sudden growth of several hawks from his chest, the birds screeching as they appeared. He'd have just a brief moment to try and react to their appearance before they promptly detonated in his face, which while not something that would remove him from the fight entirely, he would hardly remain unscathed.

However, the sound of those cubes accompanying Alastair and his Soldat would cause the old man to frown. "Falker, finish up, we need to leave soon."



In the very same moment that Kokuto took to save his ally, the blonde man smiled, and when okuto went so far as to rip his clothing and start trying to TREAT that wound, he would very suddenly find Falker directly in his personal space, a disappointed look on his features as Kokuto would find a hand with a ring promptly reaching to grab him by his shoulder, and if he didn't stop and abandon his attempt to bandage the soldat, he'd find his very own needle cross erupting to punch clean through his shoulder and the surrounding walls.

"Oh dear, do you perhaps think you might be underestimating me? Ignoring me to tend to these pawns of yours?" He asked, his tone chastising as in that very next moment, he bolted back, distancing himself from Kokuto as if anticipating a counter attack. As powerful as this man was, he didn't seem intent on sticking close to Kokuto for extended lengths of time. His hand flinging up to meet that chunk of floor, a ring forming over his palm before a cross promptly exploded from his palm, ripping clean through that chunk of cement and possibly plowing straight through Kokuto's body as he attempted to follow up, though certainly if the demon decided to TAKE such a grievous wound through his midriff, those fists would surely manage to slam down on the Blonde man and send him straight into the floor with cratering force! Blood would even spurt from the spot as bone broke the skin and Falker would TENSE! All the while, the Soldat saved from that needle cross would drop to the floor, but they as well as their counterpart, would promptly refocus on Kokuto's orders, grabbing their captives and starting to rush deeper into the garage to try and give the demon his space to fight the quincy without having to worry about them or the prisoners! At the very least they could follow orders under pressure!

All the same, whether it was standing on his feet, or sitting in a crater beneath him, Falker would grin menacingly at Kokuto. "You know..... nothing annoys me more than someone trying too hard to be inspiring. My my, I was about to make a joke about your grotesque appearance making you a Paraiah, but by thunder I begin to wonder if you really ARE trying to compensate~" He would sneer, though his expression would...twist into a frown soon afterward, as if in response to being told something. "I'm not going anywhere!"



Reinforcements en route to both squads, ETA Thirty Seconds. Those cubes would sound off, and both Alastair and Kokuto would be able to sense the spiritual signatures of other Vandenreich rapidly approaching. It wouldn't' be long before both men received reinforcement. And a LOT of it!

A pause, eyes shifting from the downed gunner to where Alastair seemed to be standing as best he could, those wings curling slightly before he turned to face the young man in entirety, flicking that cleaver to the side so that the blood splayed across the floor. "Falker, respond, you are to pull back IMMEDIATELY. Ezya PLEASE stay put!" He spoke to the side, his eyes still affixed to Alastair before his brows knitted, clearly not receiving the response he desired from the communications device. A flicker of worry crossed the old man's features. Even as he tracked Alastair's sudden shift to start engaging him from a distance. His eyes shifted to the bow, and then up to the man himself.

"Cease." The man's hand raised up, as if to stop the man in his tracks before a second hand raised up and into the air, almost a gesture of surrender. "By now we are both aware that you are in no position to continue this fight. Reinforcements may be on the way, but if you continue to push yourself, you will be dead far before they arrive. As much as I would love..... to finish off those you have captured, I value the lives of my men far more. I assume those Soldat on the other end of the building and in the secondary location are yours as well. Declare a ceasefire, and we can talk this out. Alternatively, we can fight our way out, or go down taking many of you with us." He noted, his voice calm and diplomatic. But there was a tension now in his voice, as if he didn't like whatever that communications device was feeding into his ear.




Falker GRINNED, reaching up and flicking his wrists so that twin needles fired out and stabbed into those chains, those pointed lengths rapidly growing and PIERCING the entire length of the corridor, anchoring the chains to the walls and stopping them entirely within their tracks as those needles became like steel bars dug into the surrounding structure and acting as a barrier between himself and Kokuto. His body flickered, zipping out from under the man in a blitz of Hirenkyaku before reappearing just a few meters away.

"MY such vigor! Such tenacity! My dear lad, if you weren't so unlucky as to be my enemy I think you and my Uncle would get along swimmingly! But ahhhhh, about that whole leg breaking thing. I'm afraid that won't be happening. You see-." A pause, his expression changing for just a moment. "What?! What do you mean emergency.... NO WE ARE NOT! EZYA St-....." He stopped himself, his lips pressed into a thin line of barely bridled rage before his attention turned toward Kokuto, and then over his shoulder, as if noticing the incoming spiritual pressures of the reinforcements. All at once, the wind was taken out of his sails, turning his attention back to Kokuto and curling his hands into fists.

"WELL, it seems that some of your .....associates.... are more competent than we anticipated." CLAP! Those hands met together, and a grin spread across the blonde man's features. "Rejoice! It would seem that my objective is no longer in killing you. Now you have two options: Surrender any notion of catching me, surely you know by now that you're quite thoroughly outmatched. Alternatively, you may...force my hand." He chimed, as no less than five rings formed around him, then rotated to point directly at Kokuto. "At which point I shall skewer you, and then slaughter as many of your allies as it takes to get out of here~ By all means, I HIGHLY recommend the second option. Savages such as yourself do so value an honorable death in combat, do they not?~" Clearly attempting to bait Kokuto, making no attempt at trying to run as it seemed he himself was very intent on finishing off the demon, or at the very least seemed intent on provoking him.


Reinforcements will be arriving momentarily. Chimed both men's cubes.