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Seven ran from the building as fast as his nine year old legs would allow. He did not even bother trying to carry his hammer on his shoulders, so as a result as he ran with his hammer dragging behind making a huge racket. So much of a racket that anyone that had the ability to hear could have probably followed him. Seven's pursuers did just that, they took up their soulbound arms and chased after the small kid they could see at a relatively close proximity to themselves.

His eyes started to stream tears down his face. He didn't know what to do, but how could he. He was a nine year old that had just killed his own father and was now on the run from people that were most likely going to kill him. There was no mercy for breaking a cardinal rule, especially not from the ones that killed his family and forced the death of his father onto the shoulders of a nine year old child.

Seven took a quick turn into the forest bordering the settlement. A oddly bad decision that even he would look back on and note that going into the forest with a large unwieldy hammer was not a good idea.

He ran for about a minute into the forest foliage as fast as he possibly could while trying to avoid the many tripping hazards within, his hammer hitting everything he ran past. As a result, almost all the trees that he passed on the way were indeed damaged by the hammer striking into the side of the trees, causing chunks to be taken out of the bark.

He then tripped on something that felt like a root.

Seven slammed onto the ground as his hammer fell behind him. He heard the people that were chasing behind him close in and shut his eyes preparing for his incoming demise.

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For once, the scouts had a pretty good idea of what they were going into. The village - already under scrutiny from the scout - had gone too far. While every community had a right to their own laws, there came a point where those laws could not be tolerated. The murder of children was one of them. The murder of an entire family, of six children? Maybe seven?

Well, that was going to have to be stopped.

Far overhead, Titus soared, heading towards the village in his massive dragon form as Havoc advanced along the ground. He was dressed in dark camouflage, cutting through the forest that was the most likely point of escape. The other parts of the village were flat ground, easy enough for Titus to follow, but the forest alone was too dense for the dragon to do anything other than torch completely.

It was hard to miss the sounds of pursuit. Havoc had a rifle and his own powers, but he hadn't been planning on using them. The mission was supposed to be an intervention, but the loud noises--someone running, something heavy crashing through the woods, and more people coming farther away--were enough to make him adjust the grip on his rifle, picking up the pace as he cut through the dense wood.

Something hit the ground hard ahead of him, and Havoc very quickly spotted a small boy on the ground. He looked like he'd been running, even from what little Havoc could see in the dim light, and quickly moved over, going down on one knee beside the boy as he spotted the hammer.

The soulbound were humanoids with external souls in physical objects. That meant the child beside him was actually a child, and if his bloody feet were any indication, probably one of the ones they'd been sent to retrieve.

That was a bad sign.

Havoc reached out, pressing the flat of his hand against the kids back and pressing down, an attempt to signal that he should stay where he was even if Havoc wasn't saying a single word, his rifle ready as he watched the woods and waited for the child's pursuers to catch up.
 
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Seven felt Havoc's hand on his back and he shivered for a second. He had not seen Havoc when he fell down, but the fact that he now felt the man's hand on his back and also that it did not seem that the man who had his hand on his back meant him any harm assuaged his primal instinct of fear as well as his heightened sympathetic nervous to a small extent. He kept quiet for now as he knew that if the man who had his hand on his back wanted him dead, it would have been easy to have it done.

- Main Pursuer's POV-

It had been ridiculously easy to track the white haired kid down as he ran. Regardless of whether or not they had the visual cue on the kid, the mere sound of the hammer being dragged around was enough. In fact he had let the kid, seven, run not out a sense of pity for the kid, but because he genuinely enjoyed the hunt, and he had the opportunity to have the law justify his actions.

He continued to follow the kid's tracks and noise into the forest. The evident destruction that ensued from the kid and his hammer was enough to be the proverbial "Yellow brick road" to the kid that they were hunting down like a disgraced dog.

He stepped out of the brush and saw the kid fallen over and a man with his hand on the kid's back. He readied his weapon, a notably regular seeming bastard sword, and cast a simple flame enchantment on it while the two people following him did the same with their swords

"Back off, he is a child from our village. He is under the charge of patricide and the cause of his family's murder. You seem to be coincidentally here and seemed to have done the decent thing in the checking for his well being, so we will be kind and let you off this once. We will take care of him from here"

- Seven's POV-

"Please don't let them have me... they killed my family... please..."

Seven sobbed
 
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Bastard swords. Flaming bastard swords. If Havoc had been the type of person to laugh, he might have laugh as each successive weapon went up in flames.

He stayed on the ground, down on one knee to keep himself stable, close enough to the crying child that he'd be able to haul him along if needed.

Except for the hammer. Havoc's eyes briefly flicked down to the massive hammer, realizing what a liability it was. Leaving it behind was impossible, but moving it would also be a massive pain. He couldn't drag a child and the hammer. He was going to have to stay right where he was.

"Incorrect," Havoc said. "On behalf of the Manta Carlos Islands, we've been sent to prevent the illegal deaths of innocent civilians. The killing of a child of this age violates the law, and forfeits your right to self-government. You are to turn yourselves in, and hand over any and all prisoners, and be handled by due process. If you continue to advance, I will consider it a hostile action, intending to take the life of an underage civilian, and act accordingly."

The entire speech was delivered with mechanical precision. It was obvious that Havoc had practiced giving that exact speech--or at least parts of it.

But he didn't open fire. He was going to give them a chance to turn right the hell around and go back to the village.

Realistically speaking, no matter which way they went, he probably wasn't going to have to use his gun either way, and Havoc dropped the tip of the gun slightly, giving himself better line of sight.
 
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-Main pursuer's POV-

He cursed under his breath. The man with what looked to be a gun, a rifle to be a little more exact, seemed to be from those damn islands and bent on the protection of the kid. Whats more, the man seemed to be disinclined to even listen to words. He did not want to complicate this even more. The fact of the matter was that he was in a pickle. Either attempt to try and take the boy from the man's hands after knocking the man out and kill the young child then, or Try and kill the man in front of them. Both of which had their own demerits. If they tried to kill the man with the kid, there was almost a 100% chance that the island would send more people to deal with their village, but if they tried to take the kid after they knocked the man out, then they would run more of a chance of taking damage and possibly dying. Of course they could just leave, but that is not what the village desired for the most part.

He thought that the number's advantage was absolute and the man dressed in front of him had no way of stopping them by himself.

"So the Islands of Manta Carlos are hell bent on trying to intervene on this settlement's rules and governing laws huh? I will give you one last chance to back off or we will forced to kill you with the kid as we have the numbers advantage here. You can't seriously believe that you can protect him do you?"

-Seven's POV-

Manta Carlos. He had heard mention of it before from his mother. From what he could remember in his jumbled and messed up brain was that it apparently was a hodgepodge of different people of different races. People sometimes went there for salvation, redemption, or even to hide from what his mother had said.

How did the people from the island know about this, yet his family didn't? Why weren't they saved earlier? He wouldn't have had to watch his family die, he wouldn't have had to kill his own father.

Seven was internally confused, emotionally distraught, and physically shaking while watching the interaction between the man with the gun and his pursuers.
 
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If the men were hoping that their opponent would weigh the odds and step down, they were unlucky. Havoc was calm and self assured, and also very aware of the fact that if he didn't report back in to Titus in a short while there would be a very angry dragon landing on the forest. It was the best kind of backup possible, and even so Havoc didn't think he'd need it.

The man were fighters, but they weren't soldiers. That much was obvious. The village was small and isolated, hiding itself from the outside world. They handled their own issues, but those were all internal. It wasn't the same thing as training actual soldiers, let alone sending them into a conflict. Havoc had a leg up on them, and nothing of what he knew about soulbound was anything he felt the need to be concerned about.

The fact that their weapons were still on fire certainly didn't hurt.

"The island of Manta Carlos will not allow the slaughter of a defenseless child," Havoc said, carefully picking his words to make the crime sound as heinous as possible in hopes of turning them back. "You will not succeed in retrieving the child, nor will you manage to kill me. If the purpose is to be rid of him, then banishing will do, and I'll take the child and leave."

Leaving Titus to handle the rest, of course.

"Otherwise, I'll consider you active hostiles and act to protect the child."
 
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-Main Pursuer's POV-

"Alright, That is a shame. You seem quite competent, but obviously you do not know what you are dealing with."

He then stuck his hand behind his back to his soulbound weapon that was haphazardly tucked into his pants, a Colt 1911 pistol nestled in between his pants hand his underpants. The muzzle itself had a silencer attached and matched the color of the rest of the gun, a solid black. He always had it off safety and this time wasn't an exception. The magazine was about half empty, but still didn't seem to be any less functional.

He then took it and aimed it with one hand at Havoc. He would have used both his hands to take an aim at the time, but his other hand was still dealing with the flaming sword. He then glanced behind him to see one of his comrades pull out their hammer from their belt pocket, while the other just straight up turned and ran.

He sighed, and thought internally: Fricking traitor running once things actually get serious, once we are done here we'll take care of that piece of shit

"Kill them"

He then shifted his aim at Seven's head as his compainion rushed toward the two.

-Seven POV-

Seven shifted turned his head to watch his pursuer pull out the gun and he felt his hopes drop. He felt fear for not only himself, but for the man who had stood up for him. There was no way that he wanted the man to die. He seemed like a nice adult, trying to deal with three... now two at once.

"Mr. just run, you are outnumbered by these two people... Just run and leave me. I doubt they would follow."

As he watched another pursuer pull out their soulbound weapon, he reached for his and grabbed his hammer. He gripped it tightly even though he was still did not get up as his foot still throbbed.

"I'll be okay mister!"
 
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Havoc liked looking human. He liked appearing to be human because people tended to underestimate him. If he had a gun in his hand, people looked at the gun, and they assumed that the gun was the real danger. They didn't think about anything else. They didn't stop to consider the possible risks of what they were or weren't doing.

Like trying to rush him with a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. All that did was tell Havoc that they were dealing more with shock and awe. Flaming swords and a gun? Shooting one handed was terrible enough, let alone with the flickering of flames in your eye.

But that was enough. The moment they started to move, Havoc acted. He didn't so much as twitch a finger, but his concentration spiked.

And then, from one moment to the next, all of the other men we're on fire.

The flames from their swords had simply leapt up, catching their clothes and beginning to spread. It was easier to do than it should have been. All Havoc had to do was push, purring the flame on, and then it mostly handled itself. Fire wanted to burn. Fire wanted to rage out of control, getting hotter and hotter as Havoc finally acted, grabbing the kid by the collar and hauling him back, away from the burning men.

At least he had the recognition to realize that watching three men burn alive would probably not be pleasant.
 
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