Investigate Anaconda: Breach and Pray (Kokuto/Alastair)

The old quincy paused as Alastair spoke. And as he did, he calmly walked away from the man on the ground that he had laid low just moments before. Seeming perfectly content in complying with Alastair's demands. Those slategray eyes remaining calm and placid as he complied with the young man's demands. That is, until he demanded the removal of his weapons, and for him to get down on his knees. He smiled slightly, head canting to the side for just a moment before a chuckle escaped his throat. "Forgive me for asking. But that sounds a little suspiciously vulnerable for me to do while you're aiming directly at me. I'm going to have to ask you to lower your weapon as w-" And just as Alastair had been primed to do, those arrows would fly at the old Quincy as soon as he had shown resistance to the commands. And in the same instant the old man's hand snapped up to catch the first arrow, and then slam his knuckles into the side of the follow-up arrow. The condensed reishi cracking and shattering into glass fragments which peppered the wall to his right like shotgun pellets from the impact.

"A shame." He sighed, before his body vanished completely, eppearing directly in Alastair's personal space and slamming his fist into the Ritter's wrist, elbow, and then shoulder with bone-shattering force as he executed three powerful jabs in a single instant, intent on applying enough force to shatter the bones even through the man's Blut as the pattern on his own skin changed. Alastair might recognize it as the transition from Vene to Arterie. At least before the man's open hand chopped at his throat, fingers fanned into a slim blade like shape with every intention of clamping down and closing off Alastair's windpipe with that sudden sheer strength. There was no protection, of course, other than the man's own sheer durability against that intense heat, but the contact would be brief as that old quincy aimed to charge across the length of the room and chokeslam Alastair clean through the hardwood floor, the concrete below that, and then into the basement below that with his sudden savage strength before peeling away from that smoldering hot flesh as steam and embers would cover his hand. Meanwhile the sounds of arriving reinforcements would blare in overhead.

Soldat would begin filing into the main room and head straight for the men upstairs as they sought to secure the building. Of course, they would approach the two fighting quincy a bit more cautiously, especially the hole potentially where Iro had dunked Alastair.



A grin of glee played across the young man's face as Kokuto promptly smashed through the barrier between them, and when that punch was thrown, it was promptly met with a strike from the blonde, a grin spread across his face even as slight pain coursed across his features. He definitely wasn't as strong as Kokuto, and he strained even though his blut vene halted most of the damage. But of course if Kokuto didn't pull back when he saw that ring on Falker's knuckles, no sooner would their fists connecte than would an enormous needle cross punch clean through Kokuto's knuckle, wrist, and forearm before growing and expanding explosively in size, quite potentially shredding that section of the man's arm as Falker would then DART back, his wings DIGGING into that cage in an attempt to break out, nervous sweat dripping down his body as he continued that manic grin in the demon's direction.

"I must say, at the very least you seem focused on your job!" He'd jab, while the sound of Soldat closing in would sound behind him just beyond where that cage was.

It would be at that time that Alastair would quite likely plow into the room just behind Kokuto through the ceiling. A journey through hardwood floor, a few inches of concrete, and then finally some piping before he and the Older quincy would make quite the explosive entrance into the basement. And if so, would cause a shocked expression from the young blonde man. "UNCLE?!"

Either way, Soldat would begin filing in behind the Blonde young man in rows, completely closing off escape.

The clash clearly seemed to sting Falker, that impact, even with Kokuto taking much more damage, clearly seemed to hamper him, little snaps and rips coursing through his wrist and knuckles before the two separated from eachother, He then watched as Kokuto began to close in, his face twitching slightly as he summoned more rings to his side, his wings BASHING against that cage again and again as he heard the other Soldat closing in! "Curse you..... why can you not ACCEPT your fate and just surrender!" HE shouted out, bracing himself for another attack when.... that sudden crash caught him off guard. He called out to his uncle, but then paused when he saw Kokuto's reaction.

And when the man turned around to charge at Iro, Falker took his chance, grinning from ear to ear as he LUNGED! Rings at the tips of all five of his fingers as he vanished in a flicker, and just as Kokuto turned his back, Falker was ready to try and finish him off! Until he saw the look in his Uncle's eyes. Faltering before SHING! A narrow shot the man from behind, causing him to yelp and stumble! With that wall of fire dismissed, the soldat were pouring in, firing arrows into the quincy from behind and flooding into the basement.


"Falker you idiot...." The old man murmured, eyes flicking from the young man to the soldat that suddenly took him down. Those eyes then calmly shifted in Kokuto's direction, watching as that Kick was sent his way. A hand snapped up and he paused. For just an instant, he seemed ready to catch that kick....however... he frowned. As if sensing that Kokuto wasn't weak enough that he could just stop the attack. Not with his burnt hand. And so the old man suddenly shifted to the side, a quick hirenkyaku that made his body blur, dodging that thrusted foot by moving to the side, and then watching as Kokuto suddenly took a protective stance over his fallen comrade.

He was breathing heavily at this point, and his wings slowly faded behind him, his vollstandig dissolving for a moment as he let his attention shift between the two of them. He seemed to ....consider his options. Looking toward his downed Nephew, and then toward Kokuto, who had already injured Falker considerably. A look of irritation formed across his face. But ....at the very least, there wasn't a bow aimed at him. All at once, the hawks on his body dissolved as well, and the old man raised his hands up into the air and then behind his head, before lowering himself to his knees as the Soldat flooded in. "My name is Iro Oretta, Commanding Officer of the Erkunden Unit. You have my surrender. Stand down Falker." He added, glancing down to his Nephew on the ground as he spoke. His blut vene was active, but otherwise, it seemed that he was well and truly surrendering.

Even Falker, angry and fuming ont he ground, rose his hands to the back of his head from his prone position. Obeying the order of his Uncle.

A few moments later, the Cubes beside both Alastair and Kokuto would ping quietly. Sites A And B have been Secured. It chimed, confirming that not only they, but also the secondary squad had also succeeded in their objectives. The operation was a success. Soldat began to file in and promptly Medical Soldat began moving in to look after both of the Sternriutters as others kept their bows trained on the surrendering pair. Keeping them secure as emergency treatment promptly began on Alastair's battered form, and Kokuto's if the man allowed. Upstairs the sounds of other soldat securing the upper building could be heard.