Thread: Ruin And Rebirth (Mech Pilot and darkangel76)

The hybrid felt when the girl touched him, a sudden soft breeze carrying with it the scent that just now had brought them together. She spoke in a very soft tone, just by his ear, and the dark-haired man nodded slightly. They were ready to go. Fingers tightened around his shoulders letting he know she was indeed ready for it. His hand pressed the throttle and the engine roared, the tire spinning wildlessly on the road as he released the clutch, smoke rising as the bike'ss rear danced with almost uncontrolable will. Seconds later, friction did its work and the bike lunged forward, quickly gaining speed as the hybrid forced it forward as fast as he could. It didn't take long for them to reach the almost ending fight between the sweet-scented girl's friends and their attackers, all of them too caught up in it to notice the approaching vehicle. He forced the motorcycle to a halt, quickly dropping the sidestand and jumping off, ready to come to the rescue of the three in need. A fourth one was laying on the ground, his gut opened by a fierce stab and clearly in no condition to fight, so the red-eyed male decided to worry about him later. He reached a girl first, which was being held on the floor by two guys, while another one ripped her clothes off, a somewhat big and round breast with light brown nipple showing from the tear in her shirt, pants down to her knees and displaying white, simple panties. She was putting up a fight, her face already bruised and battered, but was clearly overpowered by the trio. A roundhouse to the face sent away the one pulling her pants down. The man rollied on the ground, an horrific sound bones, skin and blood vessels being smashed. The one ripping her clothes turned to the newcomer, knife in hand, and tried to stab his chest, maybe going for a lung, or even the heart. The hybrid sidestepped it and locked the man's hand on his armpit, using his forearm to break the assailant's elbow, the knife falling harmlessly to the ground behind him. A punch to the neck cut the air supply to the man's brain, and finished him, crushing his throat. The third one was still trying to understand what happened when he took a knee to the chin, making his brain bounce inside his head, and passing out. The hybrid smiled. It was so easy and quick to just get rid of them. Blood was rushing to his head, his breath was deep and calm, but slightly faster than before. All his acute senses were focusing on the enemies, the smell of blood and their slightest movements. His body was getting caught in a rush of adrenaline and other alien substances that almost sent him into a berserk. His body became a killing machine, fit to cause destruction to anything in his path. He turned to his next oponents. Or, more accurately, victims. The next one to be rescued was a man that very much resembled the woman who was now trying to cover what was left of her modesty and get up. He was down, as two other enemies kicked him in the face, back, and stomach. Blood was gushing out of cuts in his face, nose and from inside his mouth and the poor guy was almost out by then. The dark-haired traveller apporached the first victim from behind, quickly grabbing his chin and the top of his head, one with each hand. With one mercilessly, swift spin, the man's neck snapped and his chin was facing the air in an unnatural manner. It was over. The second turned to him, rather scared and tried to back away, but it was to late. The hybrid's speed was almost unhuman by then. A kick to the kneecap brought the man down, his leg bent backwards. The hybrid spun, and kicked the man's face with the the heel of his combat boots, teeth flying along the gush of blood, the jaw completely destroyed. Only three enemies remained, and now their attention turned to the new enemy, entirely. That gave a really large man, the only friend of the girl still standing, albeit somewhat hurt, the oportunity to choke hold one of them from behind. The next one readied a knife, entering combat position. The man must had been in the army, as his stance was a lot more threatening then the others. The hybrid paid it no mind, and lunged forward, dodging a pre-emptive strike from the ex-soldier. The second slash gave the alien offspring the oportunity to get real close to the enemy, rendering the knife useless. Ex-military man tried to back away, just as he predicted, and a leg went inbetween the other's legs, forming a hook to his heel. A little push to the chest, allied with the man's momentum, made the enemy land heavily on his back, the air being drawn out of him in reflex. A massacre ensued, the hybrid's hand hammering the oponent's head against the floor with a barrage of wild punches, so strong it seemed to almost shake the ground. Five punches later, and the hybrid was back on his feet, blood dripping from his hand. All that violent efficiency delivered in a matter of seconds. The last man standing, clearly the boss, as it stood behind the whole fight, was smart enough not to engage the outsider with his knife. His hand went to his back and pulled a very old six-shooter Revolver, probably a Smith Wesson. Stop! Stop right there! Don't come any closer! - cried the man, terrified with what his eyes had just seen. No man should be able to do something like that. Not that efficiently. The hybrid almost smiled at the man's action. He couldn't be less worried about his gun. The only thing he had to ensure was that any of the others stood out of harm's way. Then that .38 Special could just as well be a water gun and the result would be the exactly same. Carefully, the alien offspring walked sideways, very slowly not to startle the man, getting all the others off the line of fire. As soon as he had only rubble behind him, he started to walk on the man's direction at his own leisure. I told you to stop! - The man cried again, firing a warning shot on the ground, right in front of his executioner, that keep walking camly on his direction while staring directly into him from behind his shades. - STOP This time, he aimed at the incoming threat, firing without hesitation. But the hybrid simple leaned to the side and the bulled travelled harmlessly into the unknown. Of course, the hybrid wasn't fast enough to actually dodge bullets. It was a trick that started in his very acute vision, which could predict the next movement from his oponents by the slightest contraction of its muscles, allowing him to see where would he aim and exactly when he would shoot. Something that could very well be considered supernatural. Next came his mind and its ability to calculate the angle and trajectory of the bullet based on his visual accuracy. Then came his body and its unhuman speed, that allowed him to simple move out of the bullet's path before the trigger was pulled. That was the reallity behind it. For the bystanders, things were very different. The stranger was dodging bullets while calmly walking towards the enemy. Four shots were aimed at him, and the hybrid effortlessly avoided them all. Before the last one could be fired, he was to close to the man. His hand went to the weapon and twisted the man's wrist, alongside his body. A quick pull to the opposite direction, and the weapon changed owners. Any last words? - asked the red-eyed man, aiming the gun at the other's head. I-... No, pleas- - he started. But never finished, as the hybrid pulled the trigger mid-sentence, blowing the man's head off. The body fell backwards, limp. Thought so. - finished the unnamed traveller, who turned to the ones he had just rescued, and then to the blonde, delicate girl who rode the bike with him. - There. Saved your friends... - he trailed off, turning his attention to the very big man who, unsure if the hybrid was a threat, approached him with his guard up and ready to fight. The demi-alien did the same, ready to take him on.