- Jul 3, 2016
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He stood on a rooftop his night vision cutting through the darkness. There were a dozen of them, well armed mercenaries. "What do you want?"
They started to move, drawing their swords and guns, Aedan stepped back, he didn't want, despite what he did at night he hated fighting, he did it because he thought it felt obligated to use the awful skills he had to save people, make up for the lives he took as the Orphanmaker. He felt a bullet rip through his shoulder as one of the mercenaries fired at him. He moved quickly, defending himself best he could, he became a blue of slashes and blasts. Before long he had taken down three of them.
He felt more bullets hit his back he turned to face the gunmen, he fired an ionic blast it ripped through two of them. He charged the last three, he felt bullets hit his back, he fell forward rolling as he did. He felt his vision blur. He looked up to see a dozen more mercenaries gathering the bodies. One approached him, he looked down at the injured teen and then he spoke, "Alistair sends his regards." Then they left taking their dead with them.
Aedan rose, stumbling as he did, knowing now that he had failed knowing that Jonathan Alistair was alive.
They started to move, drawing their swords and guns, Aedan stepped back, he didn't want, despite what he did at night he hated fighting, he did it because he thought it felt obligated to use the awful skills he had to save people, make up for the lives he took as the Orphanmaker. He felt a bullet rip through his shoulder as one of the mercenaries fired at him. He moved quickly, defending himself best he could, he became a blue of slashes and blasts. Before long he had taken down three of them.
He felt more bullets hit his back he turned to face the gunmen, he fired an ionic blast it ripped through two of them. He charged the last three, he felt bullets hit his back, he fell forward rolling as he did. He felt his vision blur. He looked up to see a dozen more mercenaries gathering the bodies. One approached him, he looked down at the injured teen and then he spoke, "Alistair sends his regards." Then they left taking their dead with them.
Aedan rose, stumbling as he did, knowing now that he had failed knowing that Jonathan Alistair was alive.