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Lin sits in the vent sighing when the building begins to rumble, she presses her hands and feet against the wall preparing for any kind of structural failure. A sword came down through the roof planting in the ground, shortly after a man came down shoving the blade farther down through even more floors. Lin took her chance, under the cover of smoke and dust she made her way to the top floor. Once there Lin found a room with machines almost like full lockers with LED lighting, Lin began inspecting the databases for a hard drive since she didn't know how to encrypt info as heavily guarded as this. She came across a hard drive the size of a "Harry Porter" book cut in half, she stuffed it into her bag. In the corner of her eye she saw some surveillance screens, on one of the screens was the vehicle garage where a nice Harley-Davidson WLA stood in a show case area. Lin walked over to the control panel underneath the screen and lifted the panel that secured the motorbike. Lin crept out of the door and looked around she looked to the left, Nothing. She looks to the right, a pistol's barrel, smoking indicating recent use, is pointed at her head. Lin clears her throat and runs into the control room and hides. The man walks around diligently, he stops in a aisle and points his gun forward lurching down the aisle. Lin on the other end takes a deep breath and runs at the man. He started firing wildly the bullets ricocheting off her gauntlets. When she reaches him she summons Drumg. "Lets go!" "Armagedon..." "Blade!" Drumg's blade span sprung to an astonishing 15 feet, straight through the man and wall. Lin flicks the lifeless body off Drumg, his blade reverts back to normal, then she runs out the hole diving to the showcase level.

When she hops outside she notices the man who broke had stopped because the final floor had just emitted a ring of dust and debris. Lin stops at the showcase level not too far from where she started, but not anywhere near the ground. She pulls herself in using Drumg. Lin looks around at the collection of relics, things not even of this century sat in there, Scanning the horizon a little more she spots the bike and gets it started up. She feels it seat and handlebars as it hums "Lin." Sighing she hops on the bike and straps Drumg around the bike's side for ease of access. She takes off out the window falling, slowly she gets the back wheel against a window pane and begins riding down the building. Then the building begins to tip and the man walking out from underneath becomes more clear. Lin's face cringes at the sight of him. As the building starts falling Lin's bike is no longer weightless against the building and each pane begins to break as she passes them. The building then starts collapsing and Lin's doing daredevil stunts with Drumg and the WLA. Lin flies off the building over the guy sliding the bike to a stop behind him watching the building collapse. "You moron."
 
It felt like a much longer flight that it truly was, however the assault team had arrived at their destination. "We're here, grab a parachute," Herleva ordered as her artifact shifted into a brace on her back. "Monjo, make sure I don't land too hard. Loren..." She paused, taking a breath, "Try not to show off too much." Sure he might not have called it showing off, but there were plenty of reports of him doing many unnecessary things, though motivation had not been reported. Stepping to the opening, Herleva turned around and fell back first. Most military units were trained to jump chest first to see where they were landing, but Herleva had Monjo who would shapeshift into something to make a soft landing, she wanted to keep her eye on her allies. What Monjo would take the shape of wasn't really known to Herleva, but their trust was unbreakable. An Artifact needed to be wielded, without the wielder they couldn't do much. The initiative knew the reason and tried explaining it to her once, but she didn't much care for the details, just the job.

She felt herself accelerating, but sooner than anticipated Monjo had begun to slow her descent, placing leather-like wings on her back and between her legs. The landing would still kill her at this velocity, but as expected, this was just the primer as monjo opened up more material. Extended may have been the better choice of words as the wings became comparable to the size of a glider. The weight was unevenly distributed due to Herleva facing up, so Monjo manipulated the formed glider to flip her over. Seeing the roof of the building, she braced herself and landed with a thud, probably shaking the ceiling of the floor beneath them. The impact hurt the soles of her feet but her durability made that negligible. Taking a second to use her magic seeing eyes, Herleva was able to detect many magic filters. Logically they would be filtering out any high velocity projectiles, but she wasn't able to see that much, just that they were there. Still, the team she had selected was just right for the job, nobody could wear enough filters to defend against the four of them.

Monjo retracted the glider shape into a glove, easy access for herleva, and good thing, too. The door was locked, they wouldn't be able to get through without smashing it open...sure, they could use Gilliams artifact, but she wasn't sure how the portals worked. Instead, without saying a word, she put forward the finger of the gauntlet Monjo was currently shaped as and pressed it to the seam between the door and the wall. What Monjo was doing couldn't be seen, but the pair had done this in training. Monjo was forcing its way to the other side and filling the empty space from the door and exploiting any found flaws. It only seemed to take 6 seconds before the door opened. "Let's go. The Balder Front should be here by now." Given the armory was on a lower floor, there probably wouldn't be much commotion on the upper floors, Probably nothing more than a lockdown, but the Valkyrie all had permission to bypass this. It was just a matter of how fast they could get through. Given the crew, not long at all.
 
Gilliam Loren, #1a1a1a
Gilliam was bored out of his skin on the way there, in most cases he's given a location and gets himself there on his own accord. Him and his companion artifact had much better forms of travel than mechanical movement that moves 1:1 in space.
Though, after the three and a half years it took to get there Gilliam snapped out of his mental thoughts of 'I could make all of your insides bleed' mentality back into a reality where he was not the god he liked to consider himself.
Gilliam could do little than scoff at the order of a parachute, though directly after being told not to show off was rather uncalled for. He had realized at this point that he had been singled out and been given orders again and again to keep calm and obey... Not that the orders weren't justified by even the lightest skims of his non-secret files, but it was still somewhat annoying. And a patience was not something he had a surplus of.

Tilting his head out of the aerial craft this was mainly to see where his team-leader landed, after all he could, and would, get there much more efficiently but it helps to know where one is to go.
Spreading a wing-like membrane this seemed to act like a parachute and was without a doubt her artifact doing it's thing. Gilliam chuckled, mechanically having to slow down, like a *
"Don't you go thinking them peasant or commoners again!" a female voice echoed in Gilliam's head.
"It was not like I in*"
"Don't even give me that!" she cut his mental reply off. And she was well in right to state this, being mentally tied to this man over a prolonged time had given her a rather decent knowledge of his thought patterns, for better and worse.

He knew where he was to land, and simply got up and started walking towards the opened door of the craft, as he was about to step into the thin air an oval shaped black nothing in-front of him formed in an instant, springing from nothing into it's final shape. The gravitymancer stepped through this pool of black, completely void of light it disappeared a second after the last end of his attire had gone through. The mage exited through the twin-portal down a few meters away from his team-leader. Though the portals made virtually no sound his boots on the gravely and dusty floor still let out their logical sound. Naturally the portal was closed well before anyone else had a chance to enter them, unless needed her was not going to let any of them enter his portals.

Getting to his team-leaders side she had already taken care of the door, silently and efficiently, that was good; perhaps she was not as incompetent as his previous handlers.
Not needing a second telling to enter the lair of his opponents Gilliam followed Herleva into the building.
 
Alex, blue
Looking wide eyed at the former building he calmly jumps down to Lin's side smiling widely "Hey I found you, but was I allowed to do that?" Smile fading slightly, he asks thinking of the scolding his handler would give him if it was reported that he caused unnecessary collateral damage, again. Last time this happened he accidentally leveled half a city block during a training exercise "You could at least dig me out!" Jormundgandr's irate voice shot through his head. Walking over the where he remembered throwing her, he tossed some of the walls and debris aside and pulled his artifact out of the ground. Looking back to Lin "so Linny, do you know where we s'posed to meet the others?" he asks smile back full tilt.
 
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Anarchia Vesperia - Sevensheep, white


Long, tedius flight has been a par for the course for Anarchia. SpecOps missions tend to require lengthy, stealth flights penetrating deep into enemy territory. This was no different in nature. To burn the time, Anarchia flicked through all the theory and knowledge she was taught. Combat training usually involved actual practical experience as well as combat centric education. With her powers, proper standard education was necessary, particularly in the field of physics. Just because she now possessed power msot would deem magical did not mean that the laws of the world did not apply to her. This knowledge would allow Anarchia to efficiently wrangle her electical abilities much more quickly than feeling it and constant trial and error. It was oddly meditative. Only Herleva's voice pulled Anarchia from her thought.

"We're here, grab a parachute,"

Anarchia looked at the chute with a conflicted mind. It has been a while since she has used one. During her army days, but Dius and her has perfected an aerial drop tactic, but it was less stealth and more shock and awe tactic. Shrugging on the parachute, Anarchia nonchalantly walked straight towards the lowered gate and without waiting, crossed her arm and stepped off as if she was scuba diving. Like a pin, the Valkyrie rocketed towards the ground, her position allowing her to gain more and more speed. Just before passing through the critical altitude level for chute release, Anarchia popped her parachute in a textbook HALO jump and it wasnt that much longer that she touched grounds and tossed the now-useless pack off her back and stacked up behind Herleva. Knives out and ready for stealth take downs, Anarchia entered into the building after Herleva along with Gilliam. These missions were no different to what she used to do. The only time it would be is when they go loud. THEN their powers come into play.

 
Pleased to see all three Valkyrie followed flawlessly, Herleva continued down the stairs. The top floor, floor 12, was empty. "They must be here already, ahead of schedule. If we take the elevator they will hear it, we'll have to go down 9 flights of stairs...and please do it silently." She didn't need to worry about Gilliam being noisey, he'd probably be the first there, but one of them was not a fully trained soldier, but was rather put into the Odin Initiative via connections, so her competence had to be questioned. Herlvas method of choice for reaching the bottom of the stairs was simple. "Monjo," She spoke, "Bracer hook."

"Understood." Spoke monjo as it shifted into a bracer with a rope attached to it. At the end of the rope was a metal hook with which Herleva slapped on the hand rail. Almost instantly Monjo curled around making a full iron grip into the rail. Between the sets of stairs that went back and forth was a gap which was large enough for Herleva to fit through. Climbing over the guard fence, she juped right down. The rope connecting her wrist to the rail was extending, but not letting her go too fast. Monjo would stop as soon as Herleva reached the third floor, where the armory was, and a sudden stop would snap her wrist. She may have had immense stamina, but her body was still human.

The fall took a few seconds longer than anticipated as they stopped. Gently putting her feet down, she tugged on Monjo who removed its clasp on the guard rail above and retracted silently into a bracer yet again. The doors heading into the floor in front of them had windows, but Herleva was certain to stay out of eyeshot. As soon as those doors opened the Balder Front would no doubt see them and begin to fight back.
 
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Gilliam Loren, #1a1a1a
Following his leader he was really not that entertained at this point. Qua trying her best to keep Gilliam's mind on the matter it was getting harder and harder. Gilliam had a condition, of sorts, though not medical or actually proper it is a type of 'too much energy' problem. This might sound like a very good thing for a magician type fighter it also meant that Gil had an overwhelming feeling to just use his powers for a lot of small things. Opening doors, lifting small objects, making a grown man crush under his own weight into the size of a basketball. Normal things. And though one could consider this a psychological thing and not real, it didn't really matter as the feelings and symptoms were in the mage's head regardless.

The limiters were lifted on him as Herleva managed to get him out of his original padded destination and the remnants of the calming narcotics in his blood had faded quite some time ago, this point he was only held back with the little common sense he had, Qua trying her best to keep his mind occupied and Herleva's dwindling command over him.

Looking over the edge as his leader was getting down in a rather simple and actually smart way, Gilliam would do no such things.
Naturally considering using portals as it would be silent and effective it would not satisfy his needs. Stepping towards the end of the floor where the free-fall started he simply stepped over the edge, plummeting down like one usually does when falling. Though as he neared his destination he created a small positive point of gravitational energy below himself, it slowed his descent slightly and as soon as he passed it he reversed the polarity of it having it pull on him in-stead. End result was three parted.
First was that his falling speed was more or less nulled out and he landed without even a sound. Second was that the positive and sudden negative gravitational forces affected his climbing leader, not enough to really do anything to her but enough that she might feel it. And lastly was that it rattled the wires holding the elevators up, people might take note of it or not; Gilliam really didn't care.

Waiting for his leader to catch up to him, he mused to himself to bitch at her to have her speed up next time, she was incredibly lacking in efficiency but she was using her own abilities and companion rather than ordering Gilliam to do things for her, which almost weighed out her lack of speed. As she walked past him the mage simply followed his handler, so to speak.
It was clear what she expected behind that door, adrenaline started pumping thick in Gilliam's veins, as soon as he saw someone not friendly, they might be reclassified as chunky meat-sauce.
 
OOC: Squee, if you dont mind, ill breach the door. If you mind, ignore everything including and below "breaching"

Anarchia Vesperia - Sevensheep, white


"They must be here already, ahead of schedule. If we take the elevator they will hear it, we'll have to go down 9 flights of stairs...and please do it silently."

Anarchia watched her squadmates get to work, making their way down the side of the building. Herleva has opted for a makeshift grappling hook of sort. Gilliam opted for stepping off and free falling, most likely relying on his powers to stop him from becoming pizza. Taking a few extra seconds, Anarchia probed the structure of the building. Like most structure, it had inner reinforcements within the concrete.

Good

Taking a page out of Gilliam's book, Anarchia stepped off the side, whilst coursing electricity through the reinforced bars that ran down the wall. The further down she went, the more she increased the opposite EM field that opposed her own, effectively acting like a brake. Still, since she wasnt rappling, Anarchia sped past Herleva, but was still second to Gilliam. Anarchia frowned. she didnt like losing, but she shrugged it off. As their brave leader finally joined them, Anarchia whipped out her two arc knives. They were breaching into a room where they KNEW there was hostiles. She knew the drill. With her speed, her targets was those at the far side of the room. Leave the close ones to her team mates.

Breaching!

With a hefty foot, Anarchia booted the door down and let her eyes scan the room. Anarchia quickly spotted her target. Two Balder Front soldiers chatting at the far side of the room. The air crackled as Anarchia turned into electricity and shot through the air with a electric crack. Before the other soldiers could react, Anarchia had embedded each knife into the chest of her targets and began to make a bee line towards the next.

 
Herleva was a little bothered that Anarchia breached the doors without Herlevas word, but it was too late for that now. Glancing over at Gilliam, she spoke with a demanding tone, "As long as you don't bring down the building, have some fun. I'll go first and head to the storage." Gripping one of her hatchets as she went through the now opened door, Herleva wasted no time sprinting through. She hadn't attacked anyone yet, the objective was not to kill. "Monjo, armor!" she shouted as the artifact had grown itself to conform to the armor gaps in her normal attire. Running by Anarchia, she paid no mind to her as Herleva rounded a corner, encountering two Balder Front troops that most likely heard a commotion. The one on the right seemed less trained to combat as Herlevas appearance around the sharp corner made him jump, so the logical choice would be to take out the one on her left as he was ready and already bringing up his handgun. Before he could make a good aim, Herleva used her hatchet to slash at the shooters wrist. It hadn't cut his hand off, but it had made him drop the gun, but reardless, his yelp in pain was cut abruptly short as she went straight for the throat, killing him in a well practiced technique. Wasting no time, as the other one panicked to draw a sword, Herleva saw no magic filter on him. With his sword drawn, lunging with her short range hatchet would be a risk even with her experience. "Spike!" She shouted, resulting in the armor her artifact currently made up to form a spike that impaled the head of the enemy, instantly killing him as it pierced his brain.

Being the professional she was she didn't skip a step in her path to the armory storage. No doubt there would be a lot of hostiles there, but if they were anything like these two it would all be easy. Using her radio, she spoke to the other three with her on the mission, "I'm going directly for the storage. Once you've cleared the building of all hostiles report your status." Knowing full well she had told Gilliam to stay with her earlier, she also knew his artifact allowed him to be near her if necessary, and the fact that she currently wasn't close to very many hostiles that were actual threats, she assumed she would be safe. Monjo could protect her from gunfire on its own as well, so worst case scenario, she has her artifact go full shield.
 
Gilliam Loren, #1a1a1a
The non-leader girl had taken the first step in opening the door, something that at least Qua was certain was a good thing, had GIlliam done this it might had come ugly fast.
In what seemed like a fraction of a split second and a flash of light she seemed to have already gone across the room and taken out a few of the terrorists. The thought of becoming a terrorist just to do some destruction himself was quickly extinguished by an actual threat from Qua.
Some respect spawned for this non-leader colleague, this Anarchia person. If she could do that she might turn out interesting after all. Knowing very little about his leader Gilliam at least liked one of the first orders he was given. Though it came with the side effect of not bringing down the building it was still something interesting.

Having stood still for a short while, listening he overheard Herleva do something in a neighboring room or area down there, didn't really pay attention to it but in the room ahead no less than four people seemed to rummage about. The room seemed to have a force of six people and two of them were already taken well care of.
Extending his palm towards the room he closed it into a fist. A small area the size of an orange formed in the center of the room, closer to Gilliam's side than to Anarchia's, it looked like a heat-haze condensed into a sphere as far from the ceiling as it was from the floor. Loose and hanging objects started making their way or leaning towards this point, after a few seconds of various confused shouting three men came sliding along the floor towards this point; ending up hovering around it frantically trying to get their weapons ready.
"You better hold on" Gilliam grinned to Anarchia with a rather eerie effect as he moved his fist closer to himself. Holding both his hands like he was holding an invisible basketball he pushed them together almost like making said ball smaller, there looked to be some actual resistance between his hands even though there were nothing there.
The pull towards this point became much stronger and was not affecting most if not all of the room, the hovering men started shouting as the sound of fracturing bone and crushing weapons echoed in the concrete room. This lasted until the fluids could no longer be contained in their shrinking containers and spilled violently around them, remaining in the same area as the sphere from before. Then they all fell silent.
Getting to a more relaxed position it took a mere second or two for the corpse-mass ended up slumping on the ground. Feeling satisfied Gilliam realized that there was one who had managed to hide somehow, this was made evident as he got out into open ground and aimed an assault rifle at the mage.
"You dare point a weapon at me?" Gilliam stated, not seeming to enjoy himself as much as he did before.
Flailing his hand towards the ground the weapon this terrorist had in his hand were slammed against the concrete floor. The trained eye would notice one of the heat-spheres from before existed for only a split second and were there long enough to pull it out of his hand.
The grin of a sociopath grew on Gill's face. "Qua." his lips let out in a commanding voice.
A large jet-black area formed underneath this man with a similar one above him, the man started falling through it, only to emerge above it to then fall into the lower one. This repeated for a while.
"Do you know that free-falling for a few seconds in earth's pull, not counting air resistance, can give you a falling speed up to almost 220 kilometers an hour? Now, imagine what happens when you hit a concrete wall at this speed" His grin was there still as the exit portal was moved into the hallway, pointing horizontally into one of the walls almost around a corner. The man vanished from sight in this room as the scream could be heard moved into the hallway for a split second before a loud crack followed by a crimson splat could be noticed.

Inhaling deeply and exhaling satisfied, it was as if a metaphorical weight had been lifted from the Valkyrie's mind.
Walking past his colleague he turned down the way that Herleva ran not more than a few minutes ago.
"Shall we?" he stated as he walked past Anarchia towards their leader.
 
Lin sat on her bike, the engine matching the beat of her heart as the word Linny passed through her ears. If Drumg had a face it would be looking at Lin's with confusion, Lin clenched Drumg and an electric burst came out of her. Drumg stuttered as his distorted voice choke on her name "L-Lin? Are you alright?" "Yeah I'm fine. Alex, they briefed us on this, goto the barracks to stop the shipment. I should probably take care of them too..." "I'm confused." Lin whipped out a phone and dialed a number, she spoke to her boat driver and asked him to ship the hostages home. Lin placed the phone in her pocket and turned the bike around to face the forest, she then reverted Drumg to his necklace form and looked back at Alex. "Hop on."
 
Alex, blue
Alex nods and hops on the back of the bike, quickly decreasing Jormundgandr's weight. "Well yeah, I remember going to the briefing..." He smiles hesitantly and rubs the back of his neck before continuing "but I fell asleep after they started talking" wrapping his arms carefully around her waist, he gets ready for her to start moving "And even after I told him where to go, expecting him to find it is next to impossible. Alex can't tell north from a pile of sticks" Jormundgandr spoke into Lin's mind.
 
Anarchia Vesperia - Sevensheep, white


There was no time for slowing down. Before the two men even hit the floor, Anarchia made for her next targets, but before she could make a move, Gilliam saw fit to intervene. A small orb was conjured up at the center of the room and before long, Anarchia felt her center shift as if it was being pulled. It WAS in fact being pulled; directly towards the orb her comrade had materialised. On instinct, Anarchia planted one of her knives into the floor as an anchor in order to stablise herself. There was no clear idea what would happen if she was to get sucked in, so the best course of action was to avoid so at all cost. Her actions were confirmed by Gilliam very shortly, telling the soldier to "hold on"

In the instant he clenched his fist, the pulling force grew much more stronger and Anarchia saw first hand what WOULD have happened had she not anchored herself down. Men and material all began being crushed and packed together into what she could only compare to a trash compactor. Screams and aweful crunching noises echoed throughout the rooom and Anarchia couldnt help but grimmace. Sure, Gilliam took them out quickly, but as a soldier, it wasnt the most... soldierly efficient way. A slit to the throat was efficient. Death within seconds without the accompanying screaming. This was... brutal. A trait that ran strong in Gilliam as was evident with his treatment of the last enemy soldier. Rather than straight out eliminating them, Gilliam found perhaps joy, in evoking maximum violence and pain. The soldier was sent through what appears to be portals until he reached terminal velocity before quickly being redirected straight into a wall. His oddly satisfied face clearly showed that he enjoyed it immensely.

"I'm going directly for the storage. Once you've cleared the building of all hostiles report your status."

Reaching to her ear, Anarchia quickly reported back.


Gilliam has finished off the remaining foes in the entry room. We will begin systematically clearing each room of enemy combatants.

Her room clearing partner waltzed passed her with a casual "Shall we?" before continuing on. Anarchia couldnt help but roll her eyes in despair and sigh at the somewhat ragtag team. Under her breath, she sarcastically muttered the fantastic operation she was in before following after.

This is going to go swimmingly...


 
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The black haired man rounded a corner entering into a less-ruined building than the one he came from. His torn and perforated attire still somewhat letting the coat be caught in the wind ever so slightly as the difference in temperature of the inside concrete building met the outside. In his hand a bloody piece of rebar making a short drip-trail as he walks with a strange grin.
His green eyes scanning the rather unlit room ended with a nod of 'this seems safe' for himself as he went further into the building.
As he passed an open doorway he failed to dodge an incoming attack with a broken piece of steel with some concrete on. Hitting him straight in the chest he stumbled backwards in the dust until he crashed into a semi-broken desk.
A single cough of blood hit the dusty floor, though as the blood hit it started to wobble in the dirt rather than forming a splash. Three other men came into the hallway after the one who hit him.
"That bloody hurts you know!" the man started out as he used both hands to get back into his feet, his left hand being placed on the splat of blood which seemingly brought the crimson liquid with it as he moved away.
Tossing the rebar towards the man with the home-made sledgehammer showed him just how bad his aim was, hitting the wall on the opposite side only got a 'huh....' out of him but some laughs from the others.
"Very well then" the man added at his mockers and pulled out an Uzi with a silencer on. Holding down the button until it stopped spitting metal in the general direction of his newfound enemies took care of them swiftly enough. Though using about 30 shots more than needed only explained the skill of this man more than anything else... Or lack thereof..
Flicking the slider on the handle he pulled out the long metal magazine, tossing it to the side he placed a new one in and pulled the cocker before putting it back in the holster underneath his coat.

Continuing up the stairs he was actually here for a reason, he had to get hold of the package!
Getting up the stairs he found yet another group of people.
"..... why can't these things ever be easy...." he muttered to himself as several rifles were pointed his way.
"nonononono!" he stated as he held both his hands out, palms in the way of the weapons. "Please, we can come to an agreement, no?"
"The fuck are you doing here? Who are you?"
"Your mom?.... no?..."
"The fuck did you say?!" the terrorist stated in anger, clearly not amused at the man's joke.
"Ok, I have a better idea, I'll give you this, it's a very interesting device!"
As the man reached into his inner pocket the weapons were aimed at him with more precision, signaling he didn't plan to do anything he very slowly pulled out a brass cylinder with a cap on the end. Rolling it on the floor over to the group of men.
One of the terrorists picks it up and looks at it. "What is this?"
"It's a fun thing, a friend of mine, actually, push the button" the man in the coat stated with a smile.
Hesitantly the terrorist flipped the cap on it and pressed the button. An explosion erupted from it sending everyone in the room around all sorts of directions, spray painting the room ever so well.
A few minutes later the man in the coat went over to ground-zero and picked up the cylinder with a wide smile. Wiping it off on some remnant of cloth it was enough for him to put it back in his pocket. Moving onwards to the next set of stairs.

It took a while, god; why were there always so many stairs.
After many minutes walking up, taking a few breather breaks he reached the level that the armory should be on, at least according to his information.
His attire a tad more torn than it was before he seemed to have been lucky so far. After all he had something he had to do! Would be rather annoying if he were stopped now.
Hesitantly entering a room from the hallway he sighed relieved as he found it to be empty. Tough kicking against a makeshift table forced several empty bottles to fall down, the sound echoing across the nearby floor...
"...fffffff.... uck...." he muttered to himself as people entered through two of the three doors into this room.
"... da 'uck 're you?" one man with a scarf-bandana around his head stated.
"Mesa no habla espanjol?" the man in the coat stated in a questioning tone, clearly butchering at least two languages and one dialect with his poor attempt.
The men grinned widely as three of them walked towards him, reaching into his pocket was stopped by a baseball-bat to his wrist. The sound of cracking bone was very evident, a failed muffled scream left his lips as this was clearly anything but pleasant. The apparent leader nodded at the group in there and several melee weapons were pulled, pipes, bats, chains and even a sword.

The man in the coat became a very unfortunate doll for the group, the sound of cracking bone, shouts of pain and pleas for them to stop was only halted by even more brutalizing before the one in the bandana-scarf walked closer and pulled out a hand-cannon of a revolver.
"Alm'st 'eel like doin' 'im a fa'vour" he grinned widely as he pointed the gun at the half-dead man in a pool of his own blood and broken bones and pulled the trigger with a loud blam.
 
Herleva had gone a small distance from the other two, but she was still within earshot of a scream and massively loud thud. No doubt from Gilliam being his brutal self. Anarchia made this shown to be true as she reported back. "If things get too hot then report your location," ordered the squad leader through the communicators. Walking silently was pointless given the screams coming from their initial breech. Still, she had planned on this, so all was going well for now. This certainly was not a stealth job, only the initial entrance required stealth.

On her run to the armory, Herleva very well knew someone would be coming armed to investigate the noise, so she spoke to Monjo, "If there's two, guide my left hand to ensure accuracy."

"Understood, I will aim for vital points," Rang monjo in her head. This was another practiced technique. Acting as armor, monjos shapeshifting meant he could move Herlevas body by changing his shape according to her joints. The two had practiced this over and over to the point that provided Herleva was using Monjo on her left hand one would think she was ambidextrous.

Surely enough, her suspicions were right as five Balder Front soldiers came from a nearby room with arms at the ready. Grabbing the two hatchets resting in her belt and threw them almost just as two came in a straight line of sight. Both throws were identical, striking two of the soldiers in the knees, not killing them but bringing them to the ground and dropping their arms. The two in front she had just incapacitated were wearing magic filters, but using the ability she gained from the experiments, she could see that two of the three behind them did not. Reaching her hands to her belt, she grabbed her two trusty revolvers that sat closer to her center than the now thrown hatchets. The rifle of one of the soldiers had shot before Herleva was able to draw her guns, but a glimmer of magenta could be seen by a trained eye as Monjo created a barrier between Herleva and the bullet. Without so much as a flinch to the gunfire, Herleva took a moment to get a closer look with her special eyes. The two in back may not have had magic filters, but if she shot wrong then she'd hit the filters of the currently downed pair. The shot had to be placed carefully and quickly. Two shots sounding as one due to their matched timings were fired , striking one soldier between the eyes and the other through the cheek, but the bullets path surely killed the man.

"You were off by three inches" Monjo criticized. "I can't protect you from everything, be more careful."

Keeping her comments to herself, her third hatchet strapped onto the inside of her left boot was ripped off the leather straps. The solder in back also had a magic filter but didn't seem to have a gun. She would have to get close enough to take all three of them out. While closing the distance, the downed soldiers had taken the hatchets out of their knees and the third in back had drawn a sword. As reflex, Monjo covered the rest of Herlevas body including her head with a helmet. The sword had more range than her hatchets, so she would have to kill him last.The two in front were a better option. Their formation was sloppy, two men with pistols in front, swordsman in the middle, and rifles in the back. At least the rifles were placed right.

"Monjo, push!" Shouted the Valkyrie as she planted her feet in the middle of the two and put her hands on the sides of their heads before they could get a good footing. On her word, Monjo helped her push their heads with extra force, slamming them into the walls. They might live, but they would certainly be knocked out for a while. As for the swordsman, he was going to take advantage of her only current open area on her face, but Monjo pulled her head back and got her out of the dangerous area. Herleva took advantage of her momentum from whipping her head back to flip upside down, shoulders and palms on the ground, legs in the air, and volted herself forward, panting her feet on his shoulders, slamming him to the ground. His head had whipped so hard onto the ground that blood had begun leaking for a split second. He was dead through brain damage.

Those five were taken care of and she grabbed the two hatchets she threw, but she could hear more. This sounded more like a heated discussion. Ignoring the idea of being silent, she approached the room nearby where this was all taking place. Choosing not to look yet to keep herself hidden, she could hear muffled words, but was able to understand that there was a third party here. Someone not sided with the Balder Front, but not a voice she could recognize from the Valkyrie that were assigned to this mission. Confused, Herleva looked through the window on the door. She certainly did not recognize this man, but she could also tell there was no getting out of here alive for him. It looked like the finishing blow was a gunshot to the head.

"Who was that?" Asked Monjo. Not wanting to blow her cover, Herleva shrugged. "I will remind you to put this in the report."

Whispering as quietly as possible, Herleva gave Monjo a command. "Snake through under the door, get close to them without being seen, spike them all." After she stopped whispering, Monjo changed shape from the armor to a leather-like bracelet with a strap that snaked through beneath the gap in the door. Not being able to see what happened, Herleva heard the sound of multiple simultaneous stabs, then heard Monjos word that it was clear and turn back into a glove. Standing up and opening the door, she walked towards the beaten dead body. Picking up his head she examined his face. "Never seen him before. No point in staying, let's move on," she spoke before leaving the room.
 
Shujo sat against the wall of the hallway Herleva was trying to leave out of, katana resting against his shoulder. He hadn't been there before. He wasn't from Balder's Front and he sure as hell wasn't a Valkyrie. Something about him screamed danger, though. Turn back. You don't want to fight him. In truth, this was a simple trick. Shujo was whispering under his breath so faintly that you normally wouldn't be able to hear it. But the subconscious heard everything, and it was convinced that Shujo was something to be feared. It wasn't foolproof, as he was still learning and wasn't at all very good, at it. But he was effective enough to send at least a small chill down almost any spine. He glanced over to the Valkyrie in his sights and stood, picking up his blade. He turned his shoulders so that he was square to her.

"Valkyrie..... For the sake of The Arcane Dead, I am forced to decide your fate. Know that this is not an act of hate, but an act of necessity. For you stain this world with your very presence. You are the problem. I thank you for helping with the solution...."

With that, Shujo drew his titanium blade and rushed at Herleva, primed to strike.

~Three Hours Ago~
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The dummies head slid off of the wooden rod that supported it, hitting the ground with an unnaturally satisfying thud. The Fool took pride in clean cuts, and this one was the cleanest one yet. He was just about to sheath his blade when a burning sensation in his arm stopped him. As the pain focused down to a single point, Shujo turned and caught the throwing knife that would have hit him just at the nape of the neck, right where his vest couldn't save him. The woman who threw it was an attractive young thing with short, brunet hair and skin almost as pale as Shujo's. She clapped as her full and perfect lips broke into a laugh. "Good job. If we had known you had that skill when we found you, we would have called YOU Death, not me!" She continued laughing, something Shujo was beginning to hate. This woman was indeed the one they called Death, but she wasn't very good at it, anymore. At least, not to Shujo. The Fool was probably the most efficient at killing, but that wasn't the reason this woman was Death. She could talk you off of a ledge, and not the way you think.

Death held up a manila folder, still smiling. "There's been a cry for help from on high. One of our connections in the Balder Front hinted about an assault on one of their facilities that might be going down today. We don't know who it may be, but we've been told that investigating is in our best interests. Only thing we really have is a name. Valkyrie." She tossed the folder to him, which he had to drop his scabbard to catch. He flipped open the yellow casing and scanned the files, taking in as much as he could before closing it again.

"Was I requested by Balder or The Emperor?" Death smiled, placing a fist on her hips as she shifted her weight to her left leg. "Both, actually. Balder's pissing themselves, though most can't see it. The Emperor took one look at the information they sent us and asked for you personally." The Fool smirked, picking up his scabbard and sheathing his blade. He made his way up the stairs and past Death. He remembered where the facility in question was, he knew what his mission was, and he knew that his blade was as sharp as it had ever been. He didn't need to know any more.
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~Thirty Minutes Ago~​
Shujo watched as Herleva made her way through the facility, hiding in vents that barely supported his weight. It's not that he was particularly heavy. He was, in fact, rather light. But these vents were old and they hadn't supported any weight in a long time, if ever. This woman had to be the Valkyrie in question. She was adept at her job, with the magic only making things worse, for him. This was going to be exciting,to say the least. When he saw her enter the room to look at the corpses face, he kicked open the grating and hopped down, not making a sound. He sat down against the wall. He might as well start now. He started muttering various warnings under light breath. It was so quiet he wasn't sure if he was even saying anything, but he had to have confidence. That was what the High Priestess taught him. Believe that you're the most dangerous thing alive, and you will be.​
 
Gilliam Loren, #1a1a1a

Not replying to his colleagues' remarks Gilliam just walked into the next room. The order was simple and delicious; clear the floor. Not counting a few minutes ago it's been a while since he had gotten to kill anyone, and it's been all the longer since he had the chance go go all out. Oh how he remembered the last time he could go all out, such glory and satisfaction, crumbling most of that village into itself. Gravity is the law and Gilliam is it's master!
The next room opposite to the way Herleva went was sadly empty, but it had two more doors leading into other rooms, and perhaps a hallway. Speculations would be answered as soon as Gill got to actually check them out.
"So, you coming?" he casually asked to his electrifying colleague as he entered the room properly, walking towards the leftmost door.
Gilliam wanted to ask if she wanted to do this together or separate, after all he was not really the buff or strong type so if someone got the drop on him he could be in serious trouble. Though his ego and lust for death put this in a back seat, gagged and hogtied.
Entering the leftmost door proved his expectations, people reacting to the appearance of someone unknown and pulling guns towards him. Holding his hands halfway up Gill had been in such a case before, many times in fact, and there was a simple way to take them out.
As they stood there, trigger happy and eager to take out the newfound enemy Gilliam mentally shared his idea with Qua.
A very small portal opened besides each of their heads, and as Gill made a move to make it seem like he was pulling a gun he opened a larger portal before their barrels. Only a very few shots left their barrels before they all hit the ground from their own shots. Only a little giggle left Gilliam's mouth as he entered the room deeper in looks of the next path.
"It would be so much easier if we could just bring down the building..." He muttered to himself.
 
A newcomer. Being the soldier she was, Herleva had a strong lack in surprise as she was already alert. Scanning this newcomer she spotted no magic coming from him, but he did have a filter. Looking for the device, she quickly theorized it was hidden from sight. Judging from the bulletproof armor on him, the filter was not necessarily meant for firearms, so a blind attack would be pointless. The sword had magic of its own, probably charmed, and the charm could be anything as well. He was at the very least above these grunts she'd been encountering.

At this moment, a thought came into Herlevas head. This is the governments military tower, the guards were all taken out and clearly their bodies were moved. Whoever dispatched the guards had a higher level of training, and that could be him. However, the Arcane Dead was something she had not heard before. Was he really with them?

"Before I am a Valkyrie I am a soldier, as are you. My objective is not against you," she explained. If 'The Arcane Dead' were a part of the balder front, showing ignorance might provide proof that she did not know of them. "The Balder Front has infiltrated this military tower, It's my mission to prevent them from getting a hold of military equipment and endangering civilian lives. My fate has already been decided for me, and I have sealed it myself." Grabbing just one hatchet this time, Herleva spoke, this time clearly not directing it to the newcomer. "Monjo, full armor." With her order barked at the glove she wore, Monjo changed into a full set of body armor covering all but her head. This felt very heavy both physically and spiritually. Full armor put a strain on Herlevas body that was harder than most shapes and forms Monjo would take. Thankfully, her stamina was unmatched, partly why Monjo was selected to be Herlevas artifact. "I don't know how you got intel enough to know of the Valkyrie, but if you wish to fight me know that I will not see this to the end. I have a mission."

With or without a fight to analyze his strength this person had already given Herleva plenty of information to bring back to headquarters. A group known as The Arcane Dead was revealed, they were armed, they were hostile, and they had information. They seemed to either be part of or allied with The Balder Front, either way that made them enemies, assisting with an attempt to seize military equipment.
 
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As his lifeless head was placed back on the floor the dull eyes sparked back to life, a single movement had them pointing at the woman who lifted it, after she had stopped paying attention off course. She seems to be the reason for the death of the other men in this room. The blood splatter and body parts no longer part of this body anymore seemed to vaporize into a mist of nothing, no longer than a split second after they disappeared from view they started to regrow on the corpse. As only blood and a very few body parts had actually separated from the main body it didn't take that long to fox itself. The wound in the forehead closed, back of the head closed it's ventilated status and hair grew back from the balled area. Fingers moved themself back into position and broken bones straightened themselves out and healed.
It only took a few long seconds for this heap of gore of a corpse had repaired itself back to the black-haired man with ragged clothes, though his attire was now worse than it was before it sort of worked to cover his shame. Only reason he had not been discovered so far was that this process was virtually soundless.

Hearing some commotion in the room the woman entered right after letting go of the now living mans' head he decided to find out what was going on here.
Walking towards the open door he saw inside that a man with a sword was against the wo-- wait, she didn't have that armor before, did she?
Arcane dead? Valkyrie? missions? Though this was interesting information he didn't really put that much thought to it at the moment.

"Wyll! Click me! Blow them up! Take down this building in a glorious fiery explosion of death and agony! HAHAHAHAHAH!... explosions..." a voice shouted in the man's head.
"Calm down, I have a reason to be here, after all. Besides, you got to kill those downstairs" the thought rang back to the rather insane voice from before.

Not really wondering too hard about things the ragged man stepped into the door after the woman.
"Would any of you two know where the package is? Perhaps you were to deliver it to me?"
Clearly this man was here for a reason... though he might have vastly misunderstood who he was talking to, not to mention the situation.
 
Caecillia remained on board the airship as she observed through the various camera systems that the Baldur front hasn't disabled to oversee the Valkyrie's combat performance. It seemed for the most part all combat operations against the Baldur Front Opposition Forces were completely one-sided in their favor. But new developments began to emerge when upon overhearing another terror group, "The Arcane Dead....hmm" Caecillia said, as she played with her pad for a bit, looking to see what information she could bring up on this new organization. Unsurprisingly, no such information was made available to her about them.

"So that how it is then...I'm sure we will be encountering these forces in the future, I wonder what acts they intend to commit to achieve their objective." Caecillia spoke to herself, once more switching her attention to the other Valkyries.
 
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