Varis Blackthorn
While, yes, he had not travelled all the way to Haven with no information at all, his sources couldn't just give him all the exact details. He had to see for himself, that way, his alter ego facade would remain safe.
"It's time, Boss". A voice informed the lone passenger of the small plane flying far above the city of Haven. His level of concentration, had him startled by the pilot's message, but he didn't slack, and immediately got moving. First, he pressed a button on his earpiece and briefly answered.
"Roger, open the hatch." As he made his way to the exit, the pilot didn't answer further, and simply followed the order. Strong winds entered through the opening, which Varis neutralized with his own power over them, as he walked to the edge of the exit. Without looking down, he took a deep breath, and leaped off the plane.
Right as he jumped off, he positioned himself in a diving position, head first. In addition to his positioned, he boosted his falling speed with blasts of wind coming off of him. On his way down, a big smile grew on his face. There were multiple reasons for it. First, he loved the feeling that being in the air gave him, even if he didn't quite enjoy the water splashing him all over. Then, there was coming home. He hadn't been there for a long time, but Haven was still Haven, and it had a place in his heart. And lastly, yet most importantly, Azrael. He might have been able to see him just for a couple of decades a long time ago, but it was still his blood.
"I hope he's doing well..." Upon thinking that, he sighed, exasperated with himself
"Of course he's doing well, dumbass. He's a clan leader and all..." But then again, he couldn't quite blame himself for wanting to know more about his nephew. He asked about him as much as he did about all other matters regarding Haven, he didn't want his sources to make connections about him, even if he trusted most of them.
Distracted by his thoughts once again, his trip down felt rather brief. Now, a couple of hundred or so meters from the ground, he channelled the air around him to slow himself down. Gracefully landing on his feet, on top of the highest building near the center of the Ravinca territory.
Great! He was in Haven. Part one is a success. With that in mind he pulled out a small tablet from one of the inner pockets of his jacket, in which he browsed around for a while, wanting to confirm the recent intel he got. Nodding, he put the tablet back in its place. Sometime soon, there was going to be an attack to the city. What or how exactly it was going to happen was unknown to Varis. All he had were some faces that seemed to belong to a rumoured band of demon hunters known as the "Ash Wolves". Before going to his nephew, he decided to bring him a present. With his mind made up, Varis started jumping from building to building, keeping an eye on the people below, focusing on what he thought could be possible targets.
In a stroke of luck, Varis managed to notice something near the founder's statue. A group, where all of them was did something to the statue, then walked away, pretending to act natural. It might have been just a random act of vandalism, however, when the group walked away from the area, he caught a glimpse of a face he recognized. It was one of the faces he checked. Not wanting to lose the chance of gaining information, he followed them, and waited for them to get to a less crowded area in order to approach them.
At some point while following them, a loud bang, as well as more distant ones, reached his ears.
"Explosives!? Shit!" Varis clenched his teeth, angered. These bastards just killed innocent people, not even bothering to take into account their own kin while at it. He was now even more determined to catch them, this was probably just the beginning.
After some minutes, they finally were on a private enough street. It was just Varis and the killers. Varis' eyes narrowed, trying to see if they had some weaponry on them. The answer was a negative one, they seemed to opt for stealth. Not that it mattered to him at this point, Varis had his mind made up already, no words needed.
Varis sprinted to the corner of the building he was standing on, and hopped down to the street below, using the momentum from the fall, he stomped the first human down, crushing his ribs with his feet, killing him instantly. Upon hearing the horrid sound of bones being broken right behind them, the three remaining humans turned around, drawing hidden weapons from beneath their clothes. However, it was too late for two of them, as their necks were pierced by a spike protruding from each of Varis' hands. These two dropped to the floor when the spikes retracted, like a couple of stringless puppets, reaching for their necks in a panicked, yet futile attempt to not choke to death on their own blood. The last one hesitated for a moment, shocked by the sudden turn of events, but he was a demon hunter, he knew that these situations could happen. But that should not stop him, if these pests are to be exterminated, some human lives are a small price to pay. Determined to come out on top, he charged at Varis with his knife, thrusting it at his gut. Varis saw the incoming attack, and used his superior speed to counter it, pushing the hand holding the knife away from him with the palm of his hand, while using his free hand to punch the human in the face lightly, in order not to kill him. The human staggered back, but he was not giving up yet, he regained balance and slashed horizontally, this time, going for the neck. Varis ducked under the slash and jabbed at the human's solar plexus, effectively knocking the wind out of him. The human fell to his knees, dropping the knife and bending over. Varis needed this one for interrogation, so instead of finishing him off, he kicked the side of the human's head lightly, rendering him unconscious. Varis then used interconnected spikes as restraints, forcing the human's feet together, as well as his arms behind his back. With the human tied, Varis hoisted him up to his shoulder, and with a big jump, he returned to the top of the building, where he made his way back to the source of the explosion.
Once in a rooftop adjacent to the fire the explosion caused, Varis put the unconscious terrorist down before heading down. It was just as expected, several people on the ground, either injured, or dead. In the middle of it, a fiery blaze was consuming what remained of the statue and its immediate surroundings. Varis ran into the fray, picking up the injured and putting them on a safer spot, away from the fire. Saying out loud while he was at it
"Is there a medic here? Please help them!" Once he got all the injured clear of danger, he also moved the corpses away from the fire, ignoring the burns he was getting all along, his own would heal soon after all. Theirs? Not so much. When he made sure there were no more people near the fire, Varis lifted one of his hands and took a deep breath. The air started to gradually spread away from the fire, and in a matter of moments, the inferno started to die down. Varis continued to suffocate the flames until they were no more, leaving only a thick cloud of smoke and the charred remains of a statue behind. Varis sighed, and allowed air to slowly return to where the fire was, in order to avoid a loud implosion.
Location: Ravinca territory
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