51 Chapter 50: BR-eak Them (II)

On the other side, Ulun and Uris were on their way to release the accidents in order to sew discord among the scientists' ranks, the bladed insides of the hook drawing fine lines in the air as some of the chains were abruptly severed. Unlike the hotblooded mercenaries, the Handlers were quick to notice the disturbances as they swung taut chains away from the two and retrieved the exposed lengths.

Scouts covered the handlers as they retreated, causing Uris to breathe out shield shaped plumes of smoke in a bid to defend the pursuing Ulun. The beams of light slowed when they touched the haze, before they finally dissolved within the murky depths of the smoke constructs. A few shots slipped past her adamant defense however, which led Ulun to let up on severing chains and instead dodging, when he saw it,

Waves of light lit his eyes aglow as he saw Aimee's pink bun within the armored procession, eyes drawn to the chains binding her to a nondescript Handler. She had a pained expression on her face as she was dragged away, the bonds pulling against her smooth flesh and directly choking her. Ulun bit down on one of his hooks, letting the bladed insides of the cane like exterior jut outwards as he broke into a run, launching himself in her direction.

Uris's vertical slits narrowed as she spied her father, directing her gaze to where the man was looking. Soon, her eyes widened in surprise as she too saw Aimee, before she followed Ulun whilst jetting out streams of dense gas from her mouth, hazy twig-like branches forming tendrils that smacked the faces of scientists before charging into their nasal passages.

The afflicted scientists were momentarily incapacitated as they tensed up before choking out the fumes, struggling to facilitate the breathing of oxygen. The smoke quickly entered their lungs before condensing into heated balls, burning up their insides as their lungs started to braise from within the confines of their flesh. Clumps of ash and blood were spat out several times before they could regain their posture, the gross lumps forming balls as they combined with the fine particles of sand that made up the terrain.

Ulun lithely avoided their writhing forms, taking the time to decapitate some of the scientists along the way as he tightly held the cane in his mouth. In the span of two minutes, he had caught up to the Handler that held Aimee captive, the heavy armor weighing the man down enough for Ulun's quick movements to overshadow his escape.

"Ulun Frederick?" Her accented voice dimly rang as an air of confusion spread over her cherry lips, pained and uneasy as they narrowly broke through the links smashing down on her windpipe. The man's gloved hand flinched for but a second, the accident known as the Five Workshop taking the opportunity to give a brief utterance. Ulun's face remained unchanged as his remaining hook swiped, the curved inside catching a single chain-link before tugging on it vigorously as it started to shatter.

Now freed, Aimee first sought to distance herself from the tripping Handler, suddenly forming an arc in the sky as she made her ascent, landing knee first on a running scout not even five seconds later. The Handler pulled out three sets of canisters, his body displaying a look of consternation as Ulun shrugged his tense shoulders and brought his right foot forwards, hooks level to his knees as he pressed down on the sand.

Fine specks of sand rose in the air as Ulun was slightly lifted off of the ground, his body taking on the stance of a descending bird aiming for prey. The cannister in the Handler's hand shone as he lobbed it towards the quickly approaching man, gleaming out spurts of light as two the object formed two hemispheres separated by a sphere of light in the middle.

But alas, the movement was naught but futile as Ulun deftly slunk past the orb, before pivoting on his plated foot and shooting towards the man like a rocket. His face took up the entirety of the frenzied Handler's vision, before the sharp sting accompanied by the sensation of tearing beset his entire body. His line of sight seemed to move upwards as the man soon saw not only Ulun beneath him, but the rest of his body as well. The world before his eyes faded shortly after, lingering in his eyeballs that soon lacked all signs of life as they froze over.

Ulun and Uris then went and bore down upon the rest of the Handlers with Aimee's help, the remaining twenty or so becoming outnumbered due to the released Handlers and the thinning of the scouts that sought to protect them. A small section of the battlefield was being cleared, Ulun and the resisting forces suffering injuries as some of the accidents collapsed, melting into a pile of goo abruptly as they fought. Their faces held a smile, forever engraved into the smooth sludge.

Aimee's face was blooming red waves of light as the imprint of teeth appeared over and beyond her mouth, cheeks separating into fine rows of teeth as she let out incomprehensible roars laced with profanities. Every now and theb small bone-like discs were generated in her hands, which she threw into the sand as toothy spikes shot out, impaling one, two, or even three scientists upon its gleaming edge.

Blow after blow rang in the air as she brought down her alabaster hands, her red lab coat laced with falling crimson liquid and viscera as she continued attacking. Her chest heaved as pure anger filled her, red waves spreading outwards with her as the fulcrum as they opened and shut down on the enemies a meter away from her. Her jaw kept clenching and unclenching as she bit down rapidly, as gaps of flesh sprang up on the scientist's bodies.

Uris glided around the battlefield as she kicked on helmeted and uncovered heads alike, forming crevices as her greaves dug into heads and shoulders. Red covered her legs as tiny rivulets dripped down on the reddening sand, her leathery wings intently flapping as she quickly sped between targets.

Further away, two sets of eyes were drawn to the three distinct people as their eyelids narrowed, though they remained unmoving for now. Voc and Umim disregarded the carnage, as it was a very miniscule part of their forces. They did lament on the loss of Five Workshop as the accident was a very valuable resource, though they had orders that took priority. They had to remain from the battlefield for a week, overseeing the war efforts before finally showing down with those wretched High Mages.

Their eye's narrowed even further when they spotted flashing streaks of ash blonde hair, though they couldn't be sure if it really belonged to Researcher Frederick or some copycat. There had been many over the years, all in the attempt to coast off of the fame the man had acquired before he fled their cause, taking down some other key researchers as he left.

If that was truly Ulun Frederick, they wouldn't be able to act towards him anyways. Their orders were absolute, after all.