“So what’s the situation up there?” You asked nervously, preparing yourself for the nerve racking experience of heading into the midst of conflict under the fog of war which you enemy was trying to spread. Nervous surges of adrenaline worked their way through your veins like ice.

Your mind boiled with anticipation.

With the uncanny rightness which tore at your frayed nerves in the prospect of doing battle with the forces of your enemy.

A dark song echoed as you and yours made their first steps onto the scene.

“You’re approaching the cutoff zone Mistress.” Taylor spoke into your earpiece. “I won’t be able to direct your forces once you get there… we’ll have to trust that Bitch’s training will be enough.”

Beneath you your Bitch snorted and snarled at the very implication that she was inadequate, her keen senses impossible to hide the conversation from. Not that you cared to or tried. Behind you trailed over a dozen beasts ranging from twice the size of a large man, to around the size of a small car.

And Grue.

He stood tall beside you within the Roots of Yggdrasil, his clawed hands flexing as his powerful presence beside you made you relax. The raw violence distilled within him matched only by the gentleness which you knew was also there. You’d broken him to your will, but the man he’d been before still shone though in strange ways, responsible and commanding his imposing presence remained something special.

You bit your lip lightly behind the all covering mask and hood of pulsing flesh which you wore.

“Is everyone ready? We’ll need to go in fast and hard. Coil’s capes are our focus.” You repeat, almost nervously as you steady the Bitch between your legs. “Take whatever you can, we’ll get them underground then strip them of anything that might be trackable before we head out. Careful though, Uber and Circus are especially dangerous with Tinkertech weapons to use, and this Train-Wreck guy seems like a handful either way.”

Both Bitch and Grue nod beside you, their bodies clear as the sonar of your suit translates to a grainy light projected directly into your eyes, the view it gives you is a little strange, but you’d tested it a little inside of Grue’s darkness before. It should work as intended even if you’d only been able to do the most hasty of test routines.

Slowly the Yggdrasil root in which you traveled breached the sewer wall, you’d seal that up and bury the evidence of its intrusion when you were done. But for now there was only one thing upon which you’d focus. Only one thing which you wanted as your blood went from cold to a blistering boil.

And then your lips whispered.

“Hunt.”

There were no more words.



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