(Has a tad bit of violence. There are mentions of gore, but I have deliberately left the descriptions vague or very simple. Btw I'm bad at dialogue between characters ;-; so don't be surprised if it's boring af.)
Einar fell to the ground painfully, the back of his head painfully impacting the ground as the let out a ground filled with a mix of pain and pure anger.
Obviously whatever type of projectile that had hit him didn't harm him at all. He would've had already had his aura up as soon as the first one of his comrades dropped dead.
Although his aura definitely didn't stop the impact. Whatever had hit him must have been quite fast and big, he would likely not have a head anymore without his now damaged aura.
He would begin to make the attempt to push himself off the ground, but would immediately throw himself back down once he heard the sound of dozens of grenades being fired and launched towards whoever had attacked them, exploding with a force that shook the ground and utterly annihilated the shop stalls and whoever unluckily enough to be nearby.
It would've have been quite an unsightly thing. Their attackers had aura and were hiding within a clothing shop, which just happened to be quite busy when the shooting began.
Of course the people in the general area ran as fast as they could, but not everyone could have gotten past the crowds or were either thrown to the floor and trampled in the panic.
So when the grenades flew over and impacted their targets, the resulting explosions and the thousands of fragments sent in all directions tore apart not only the attackers, but the locals that were not quick enough to leave the area.
"Fucking got those bastards! FUCKING ARSEHOLES!!!"
The voice of one of Einar's comrades shouted with seething rage. He held within his hands a 40mm Grenade Machine Gun, smoke still leaking from the muzzle. The rage clouding his mind made him fail to realise what he had just done.
Einar would rise to his feet shortly after the explosions stopped, a great deal of dust having been kicked up where the grenades had detonated. But it did very little to hide the unsightly scene before him.
With widened eyes, Einar quickly looked away and gazed over to his surviving companions with a look of shock on his face.
"What the fuck was that?!"
He said with not as much anger as he would have wanted, quickly searching for and recovering his rifle from the floor.
The three men didn't respond at all as they took in the sight that laid not far in front of them, a similar loon of shock on their faces.
Except for the man carrying the GMG. His only response was to shrug, not seeming to be bothered by the carnage.
"That? I just blew up the fuckers that nailed Op an' Nick!"
He said as he motioned the barrel of his GMG towards the mess he had created.
"And I wasn't gonna let them locals get in the way!"
All four of them stood in silence for a good few minutes, either not knowing how to respond to the man or are simply too busy trying to process what had just happened.
Einar just wanted to get the hell out of there. He wanted to go straight back to Atlas. He wanted nothing to do with this 'Pirate War' his family has gotten themselves into.
He quickly turned away from the ghastly scene of mangled bodies and began to run as fast as his legs could go.
He himself had never held much care for Human life. He has seen death before. But that was different. He had good reason to believe that those deaths were justified.
But the mass of innocent life caught in between those deadly volleys of grenades didn't deserve this at all.
Einar's choice to run seemed to have been a very good one. Shortly after he sprinted off more gunfire could be headed as more of their attackers opened fire on the Ceruleans.
Sone of the bullets impacted the large, heavy backpack that the man carrying the GMG was wearing. The backpack was filled with various other explosives.
Their aura did absolutely nothing to maintain their life as they, and the two other Cerulean Pirates were engulfed by the resulting explosion. They now only added to the bloody mess that was made shortly before their deaths.
Einar was panicking at this point, quickly turning and diving to the ground behind a short wall made from sandstone.
He already had a good clue as to who was attacking him. He had encountered their kind of tricks before. Firing upon their targets whilst using crowds of bystanders to dissuaded a counter attack.
They must have definitely been surprised when their target's first response was to shower them in explosives with no thought as to what may happen to anyone else caught in the crossfire.
Aljana will definitely have a hated for the Ceruleans after this, a thought that Einar honestly didn't mind all that much.
He would quickly duck his head further down to the ground as he felt a bullet just graze the top of his head, followed by many more that punched through the fabric coverings of the stall behind him. He could only give more thanks to his own soul for being able to produce aura.
He grimaced as he watched as the sand stuck to his fine clothing, but he tried not to pay too much attention to that as he waited for the gunfire to stop.
Once the gunfire did stop, soon replaced by the sound of footsteps approaching his position, Einar quickly rose up from behind the wall and laid his rifle on top of it.
Doing his best to not waste any time, Einar glared down the rifle's sights and aimed at one of the approaching men, the ones who had just attacked and killed his fellows. He pulled the trigger, the rifle letting out three boomingly loud gunshots that kicked up the piles of sound near to the rifle's muzzle.
The man he had aimed at either had a weak aura, or not one at all as nothing was able to stop the three 50.BMG rounds that slammed straight into his chest.
One 50.BMG bullet can be enough to tear a man in half. The result of three of them hitting one man is something that is best left to ones own imagination.
With an extra three rounds left in his rifle, Einar quickly turned to aim at another target and fired. This one had something that was able to provide some level of protection against the hard hitting bullets, but getting hit by three of them in quick succession would have been too much as he fell to the floor with a ghastly opening in his stomach.
That was only two out of five men that were now bearing down on Einar's position. With no rounds left in his rifle he quickly began to fall back whilst allowing his rifle to transform into its machine gun form.
The enemy have already begun firing straight at Einar. Parts of his clothing would be grazed and torn by some of the bullets, whilst the rest were stopped by his armoured vest and aura.
His aura flared and Einar felt a small burning sensation throughout his body, a sign of his aura depleting rapidly. He hissed throughout gritted teeth and began firing wildly towards his attackers, his rifle launching small balls filled with fire dust that immediately began covering where it lands in a mini inferno.
Einar's semblance would activate shortly after his aura shot down to lower then 50%, no longer feeling the pain of the bullets that had impacted him. With new found vigour, he began to rush forward.
The closest of the attackers to Einar immediately received a rifle stock straight to the face, knocking them over quite painfully. Without giving them much of a chance to recover, Einar aimed his rifle downwards and drenched the poor fellow in flame.
Without a hint of emotion, Einar would soon charge towards anyone that was within his sight whilst firing his rifle full automatic at them. The drum magazine ran empty once he was upon his next target, and most of the shots had missed due to his careless firing.
So Einar did the next best thing and began using the gun as a club to beat his enemy to death, their aura broken and soon Einar caved in their skull with little resistance. A young man of his size under the effects of a semblance that makes adrenaline look weak would obviously be incredibly difficult to hold back.
The rest soon became a blur for Einar. He only had one enemy left, and with tigers claws extended he tore them into ribbons with little effort.
With the attackers gone, Einar would have rushed back towards the city's port torn up and covered in blood. The city had pretty much blown up into a war zone as the Sapphires, the rival to the Ceruleans, assaulted them out in the open.
The Ceruleans fought back, but the fighting soon managed to arouse the attention of the numerous criminal organisations that called the city home.
The ground constantly shook with explosions fired by naval artillery, ships belonging to both the Ceruleans and the Sapphires sometimes wildly missing their intended targets and hitting the city instead.
It was a deadly surprise attack against the Ceruleans. They were slaughtered out in the streets not just by the Sapphires but also by the locals.
At sea the Ceruleans were able to hold their ground, their only enemy out there not having the equipment to put up much of a fight.
With over half their number massacred, the Ceruleans were forced to flee from the city and back to the home fleet near Solitas.
The amount of negativity in the city was staggering. It was no surprise that Aljana's walls were soon breached by the Grimm, its citizens unable to defend themselves.
Comments (4)
🦀🦀Einar might die🦀🦀
night
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*downvote*
Reply to: Uncle Alroy
Ha.