The Begining of the End

[Neki]

Black sparks were flitting all over Nekos skin. Her eyes were now nothing but black pits that were deeper than the sky.
" Umm, Rawling, I don't think this is good for me. I know you guys got rid of all the light eco, but, well, my own black eco still gives me the creeps." She lookeda t her hands. Her skin had awuired a bluish tinge and her hair looked like deep waves of purple. She looked over at him, black eyes sad and helpless.
" I hate this." She mumbled more to herself than anyon else.

[kelinna]

Continuing his long strides Gorturo passed by many frantic people, stepping over the fallen victims with little worry or care. The only thought in his mind was getting to see how much his girl had grown in power, how strong she was.
Quickening his steps he accidentally bumped into a young woman talking angrily into a phone, not even glancing behind him to apologize Gorturo was practically running by now his dirty lab coat billowing behind him.

[Paladin89]

With a fowl wind in the air Ezeikel stood outside the door of the Haven City Orphanage. The nuns had piled furniture in front of all the windows and doors except the front. A chilly breeze raced down the street, billowing his cloak out beside him. Dark clouds rolled up above, while thunders sounded like beating drums as lightning flashed. Large drops of water began to fall as a snort left Ezekiels nose.
Suddenly a voice as loud the thunder seemed to rumble up from his feet, as if the very earth was emitting the spine chilling sound. "Let it begins!"

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Mallock broke out into a large smile, something very rare to ever be conceived on his face as he heard Deco, even from this distance. His large dragon hora'quan landed back up in the mountains near Haven.
His dragon let loose a roar as it landed. In response hundreds of flying hora'quan filled the air, while like wise hundreds of hora'quan marched out, covering the ground, steaming out like ants from an ant farm.
Mallock raised his hand into the air, a bright ball of yellow eco forming in it, turning into a beacon for all of the metal heads to rally to.
Then with another roar the dragon rose into the air and flew towards Haven, a dark swarm of flying hora'quan trailing behind, while down below a large cloud of dust was thrown up by the marching army on the ground.

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Sicar felt inside as his dark eco seemed to become alive, his body becoming electrified. He had never filled so alive. With a roar he raised his hand, the trigger in his hands, then he pushed the trigger.
All over Haven explosions rumbled, causing massive holes in the streets. In some places, entire buildings fell to the ground, there foundations blown away.


Out of the dust and smoke, yellow eyes erupted, then like monsters from the pits of hell metal heads charged out.
The end was here, the fight for Haven's survival had begun!

[Darkjak87]

It took less than ten seconds, for the Krimzon Guard radio channels to become hopelessly clogged with confused cries of terrified soldiers. Thousands of voices, both young and old, were all speaking at once. Metal Heads were popping up all over the city, seemingly from nowhere, and KG were dropping like flies as the surprise of the attack effectively crippled any resistance. Dozens of casualties were sustained by the minute, as heavily fortified areas were wiped out by a sudden swarm that attacked before half of them could even pull their triggers. As KG forces all over the city realized the sudden assault, frantic cries for air and armor support to bail them out clogged the frequencies, an obstacle that virtually destroyed any of the crucial collaboration that was needed for an effective resistance. After a mere thirty seconds of trying to decipher what they needed to know, all of the special operations soldiers switched their radios to their own private frequencies. Though it was barely any better, as the sounds of machine gun fire and shouts of orders made collaboration just as difficult among the black-armored men.

At the power station, the area was already a battlefield. Directly in front of the station, a massive crater had opened up, and before anyone was aware of what was happening, metal heads were climbing out by the dozens. The regulars and the elite were loosing ground quickly, choosing to fight on equal ground rather than make use of cover and higher ground. It was precisely this advantage that allowed the small squad of black-armored soldiers to hold their ground, and mow the metal heads down under a hail of machine gun fire. The crater had opened up directly in front of their fortification, allowing the front machine gun to get easy shots at the nearly helpless metal heads. Unfortunately, they would not be helpless for much longer.

The shield-wielding metal heads quickly forced themselves out of the hole, using their shields to create a nearly indestructible line of defense, as the rest of their army climbed out behind them. As the metal head offensive grew larger and larger in size, the shielded metal heads begin to advance towards the walkway, with the rest of them either charging alongside them, or in the opposite direction towards the regular soldiers. The gunfire stopped for a moment, as the gunner had to begin the long process of reloading his GPMG. The Metal heads were nearly at the beginning of the walkway, when the red-eco enhanced bullets flew forward again, slowly beating them back through the rate of fire of over 20 rounds per second. Their temporary advantage would not last forever, they knew that. Air support was busy, and would not be able to deliver desperately needed ammunition. Eventually they would need to fall back into the power station, and attempt to hold them off from in there.

Zrion shook his head, as he heard the intense radio chatter for the first time. They were nearly to their destination when the battle had begun. He quickly shut off his radio, and opened a squad-only channel. "Alright men, listen up. Colonel Draheim wasn't exaggerating when he said that we didn't know where they would come from! They seemed to come from absolutely nowhere! Draheim hasn't seen fit to give us new orders yet, so we're going to move through the city, and help the regulars whenever we find them! The skills of the special operations division will be in high demand today, and we're going to use them! We're going to head east, towards main-town. That's going to be our goal for now, because I've got a feeling that's where the metal heads will be fiercest in strength. We're going to fight our way there, until there aren't any more in our path! Air support is going to be scarce, so don't expect any equipment drops anytime soon. That means burst fire only! Now, I want a column, I'll take point. Braeburn, you're second man. Thompson, you're third, and Mendoza take the rear! Three yard intervals! Move out!" The soldiers quickly formed up, and begin to march forward, covering all sides and prepared for anything.

[Deco]

Yet another earsplitting roar filled the air as Lord Deco himself rose menacingly from one of the newly created holes in the ground. The pathetic humans that hadn't already been crushed by the massive explosions or ripped limb from limb by the ravenous hordes of metal-heads dropped to their knees in terror at the sight of him. Perfect. In a bloodbath of claws and darkness he rid those nearest to him of their meaningless lives before lurching forward to shift his liquid body into a quadrupedal form and dashing off in the direction of the nearest power station. Those foolish enough to stand in his way were trampled without mercy. The eco demon's psychotic mind was set upon one thing and one thing only. . . Destroy the shields! Destroy! Destroy! DESTROY! He could feel the power station growing ever closer. His shining eyes flashed to life with a renewed vigor in response to his sadistic anticipation. Let the vermin try to stop him! Let them die trying!

[Darkjak87]

Zrion and his squad advanced slowly through the chaotic streets of Haven. They were moving through the run-down labyrinth that was the slums, attempting to aid the regulars wherever possible. Zrion disliked to admit it, but the survival of Haven City was up to the regular soldiers. While low in skill, they made up for that with their sheer weight in numbers. Special Operations on the other-hand, was an extremely elitist fighting force that was too numerically limited to fight on anything other than, well, a special mission. However in the current emergency situation, they were providing crucial backbone to the KG defensive positions in vital areas. Despite the new tactic they were not prepared for, the strategy was working quite well if you ignored the fact the KG were being slaughtered like bugs in this battle. Unfortunately, despite their much needed help, the regulars were dying almost by the dozens, air and armor support right along with them as the Metal Heads swarmed the city. Special Operations were doing much better in regards to casualties, but they couldn't cover everything no matter how much they tried. So as a result, the KG were quickly loosing ground. Although in heavily defended areas such as main-town, they were so far holding the metal heads at bay. But Zrion knew not so deep down, that it would not last.

He returned his attention to the firefight at hand. 23rd platoon of the 14th rifle battalion had set up a perimeter around a sector of the slums, in a desperate attempt to stem the tide of the attacking Metal Heads. They had briefly held their ground before the ravenous beasts broke through their thinly spread lines and began to swarm them. The platoon leader had frantically pulled back his surviving men, and had established a defensive box formation to attempt to hold off the swarm. That was how Zrion's squad had found them. Zrion had mostly taken over from the panicking platoon leader, and had organized the regular soldiers into two lines of defense, all in one street, one facing each side. By the time Zrion had taken charge, the 60 man platoon had been reduced to a mere 20 soldiers. Add in the special operations troops, and that would be 24 soldiers in all, or 12 for each front. Not good odds in all, but for Zrion it was a lot more than he usually had to work with.

Zrion had taken cover behind a zoomer, right in the middle of the street. He was yelling orders and firing his weapon at the same time, trying to juggle both actions. Although Zrion was a skilled military leader, he had seldom lead forces any larger than a 4 man squad. This forced him to rely on his gut instinct rather than experience, a necessity that caused many mistakes, any one of which could cripple their hastily formed defense. "Base of fire, shift right!" Zrion yelled over the gunfire. The regulars quickly obliged, and concentrated their fire on the right side of the attacking metal heads. Zrion returned his attention to the Metal head front. He aimed quickly, and shot down several grunts that had surged ahead and tried to plow into their lines. He heard a cry of pain as another soldier fell to a blast of yellow eco. Realizing the near-hopeless situation, Zrion ducked behind the zoomer and started yelling into his radio for air support to come bail them out. He shook his head, and looked over the zoomer. The Metal head front was barely 20 meters ahead of them now, and the tide of enemies barely looked thinner, let alone stopped. He glanced behind, and found the situation to be just as bad on that front, if not even worse. He gave up on the radio, and looked hopelessly around. To the left was nothing but a layer of destroyed buildings. To his right was an apartment complex, which looked relatively undamaged. He hesitated, but made up his mind as an idea formed.

"All right, this battle is lost! Lay down suppressive fire and head through that apartment building! I've got air support inbound to help hold them off! I'll see you all on the other side, now MOVE!" There was a lot of scrambling as the regulars and black-armored soldiers surged towards said building. They quickly entered, and began to stream through the hallways. It was a miracle that there were no metal heads inside. But suddenly, a lot of soldiers clamped their hands over their ears as an extremely loud, mechanical scream filled the air around them. Most of them rushed to the windows, to see what was happening. They were rewarded with an excellent view, as a squadron of four hellcats shot down from the sky, firing their rear-mounted turrets into the mass of metal heads, decimating them in an instant. With their deadly foe now occupied with the mighty gunships, the remnants of the KG platoon were able to flee the scene of the battle through the building, and emerged on the street on the other side. Proceeding out into the open, they scanned the area. There was no life to be found, but corpses of both sides littered the streets. Obviously this was the site of a gruesome battle. Zrion's radio suddenly came to life, with a frantic cry. "All nearby units, this is Major Harper! We've been engaged by some..God I don't know! It's tearing right through us, and it's not metal head! We need reinforcements, NOW!" Zrion winced at the loud scream that was the last word, and the radio went silent. "Alright, we've got to help them out! That's an entire battalion at risk, we need to move in and help them at all possible! That was a low frequency, so they're nearby. I want the regulars to form two squads and split up to search the area. Special Operations is with me, we'll be doing the same. Whoever finds them, radio in their location and await further orders. You should already have your squads planned, so you know what to do. This location will serve as our rally point." With that said, Zrion turned to his squad. "Wedge formation, 4 yard intervals. Move forward." The squad arranged themselves, and cautiously proceeded down the street.

It didn't take more than a few minutes of proceeding along the deserted street when they heard the first sounds of combat. Screams and cries along with gunfire and the explosions of grenades were heard faintly. Zrion guessed the distance to be 150 meters. He listened for a moment more, and determined the direction it was coming from. "Alright, double time it men!" Zrion barked. The soldiers quickly moved to a brisk jog, moving towards the sounds. Zrion could already tell the battle wasn't going well, as the screams were increasing in volume and and frequency, and the number of gunshots was dropping, and quite rapidly. The sounds of battle slowly grew deafening. The squad reached the end of the street, and turned the corner onto the next block. They were met with a most horrific sight.

A most gruesome massacre had taken place here. The entire street was almost completely destroyed. Buildings on both sides of the street were lying in smoldering wrecks and craters covered the ground. But that wasn't the worst part. A massive puddle of blood had formed on the street, making a sickening squelching noise underneath Zrion's boot. Dozens, if not hundreds of fallen KG soldiers littered the street. There were no wounded, only dead. Each one of them had been brutally murdered by..something. Flesh had been peeled from bones, massive holes had been punched through their bodies, armor not even slowing the attacks. Many had limbs ripped off, and scattered about as if they was nothing but garbage. The sight was sickening, and Zrion wanted to vomit. He clenched his first. What had done this? Even the Metal Heads were not this vicious. And there were no bodies except for KG, and no blood except for the red blood of a human being. What could have caused such destruction? The battle here was over, quite obviously, but the sounds of combat could still be heard. "Move quickly, we're going to avenge these men!" Zrion yelled at the top of his voice. The squad sprinted at their very hardest towards the next street, were they rounded the corner and set their eyes on the cause of all the devastation.

This street was much like the last one, except the battle was still in progress here. Approximately 20 KG soldiers stood alive, facing against...something. It was difficult for him to describe. It looked almost human, but..not even close at the same time. It was vaguely human in shape, but dark lightning crackled around his body. Zrion recognized it at once as dark eco. So, this being was of dark eco? No wonder. But how had it defeated such massive numbers of soldiers? Zrion had seen over 400 bodies since he had reached the battlefield. Even the metal heads would require a large assault to break such a large force of men. And then there was the rest of the battalion, which wasn't currently in sight. Zrion observed, as the creature savagely ripped apart another soldier, as the rest fired uselessly at it's hide. Zrion watched in horror and desperation as the bullets harmlessly passed through it's flesh. So that's why they couldn't kill it. Zrion had a feeling that this was precisely what his squad had been sent to intercept. He didn't know what this thing was, but it was obvious his eco was needed here.

"Hold your fire, I'll handle that..thing myself." Zrion said harshly. He activated his radio. "Sergeant Zrion to 23rd platoon, we've located the source of the destruction. Fall back to the rally point and hold your position there, over." He slowly pulled off his armored gloves, and slipped them underneath his belt, to hold them in place. His now bare hands began to glow yellow with the fiery glow of yellow eco. He savored the feeling of powerful warmth that enveloped his hands, as the eco's power rapidly grew in intensity as Zrion called upon it from the deepest reaches of his very core. He took twenty steps forward, before he stopped. He raised his right hand, and with a vicious snarl upon his face, he let loose a single, high powered ball of yellow eco at the creature's back. Now, his fate was down to his ability to manipulate eco, and the will of the precursors themselves.

[adeco]

Rawling approached Neko and gave her a hug. "I say say this as your elder brother! Go back to the house and lock yourself in the basement! No arguements! Just go and don't look back!"

It was difficult to shout over the screams, gunfire and explosions but he did his brotherly duty. He released his embraced and charged his eco. He nodded his head and began walking towards on of the holes that metal heads were advancing from.

"CLOSE THE HOLE!!!" Rawling shouted as he began firing off bullets towards the metalheads successfully dropping a couple of them. Rawling took cover behind a broken peice of stony wall and peaked around the side and began shooting.

"Stratch one.. Scratch two." Rawling announced with each kill. Then a sudden burst of yellow came hurdling towards him from the hole. he quickly ducked behind the wall and covered his ears as half of it exploded behind him. "Son of a b***!"
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Starus began getting reports of multiple metalhead invasions all over the city. "Dammit! Gore get on the radio!," He shouted to a KG, "Advise Bravo and Charlie to search and destroy. Have Alpha stay put on the gate!"

Starus gave the group up signal, "Let's move out, Delta!" And in a march, a wall of shields and lances began filling up the streets of Haven. Until they found a sink hole. Metalheads were piling out of them and some were heading straight for them. "Stay in formation! Don't stop for anything! Kill them all as you go!

They clashed and some of the metalhead were impaled by lances. The others were either firing off bursts of yellow eco or running at them head on. "Get low! Thigh to neck! Keep the phalanx tight!" Starus shouted from inside of the formation.

Eventually all of the metalheads from the hole were on them and was being held at bay by the formation's excellent defensive standed. But there was no room for offense. So way to attack them back.

"Fill this hole!" Starus shouted jumping out of formation stabbing a metalhead threw as he extended his spear. With red eco raging around him he let out a battle cry and began hitting the fould beast one, two, three at a time. "Come get some!"

Some of the attention was now on him leaving a opening for the formation to advance. Starus ducked under the claws of a metalhead as he thrust his spear upwards into its throat. "CHARGE! NOW!"

With that every man in the battalion bullrushed impaling or trampling as they went. Jabbing and thrusting lances killing off a good bit but barely putting a dent on there numbers.
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Johnny rushed red eco into his hands and he held his Spreader up and stopped the man's dagger. "Bo'oy. You ain't got no business talkin' t'me. And Wh'ut do you care anyway. Da'am human!"

Johnny pushed the dagger upwards and slashed long ways down Pyro's arm.

[Deco]

Deco never even saw the attack coming until the yellow eco slammed into his back and blasted a hole all the way through his massive chest. Needless to say. . . It got his attention. Slowly, the dark lord turned to face his newest assailant as the gaping wound in his torso began pulling itself back together. Though he spoke not a word, the disgust and contempt that blazed like a furnace behind his demonic eyes made his thoughts crystal clear. Who was this vermin to challenge a god? Though he had already determined to make this mortal's death a particularly slow one, the Dark Lord knew that to simply abandon his current mission was not an option at this point. Using the dark eco around him as means of communication, he sent the hora-quan that had accompanied him what basically added up to a telepathic message. "Go! Destroy the power station! Bring down the shield generators!"

The metal-heads, still ravenous with the dark energies that Deco had poured into them earlier, obeyed without question. Dashing off in a flurry of teeth and claws, they left the cattle-like hora-quan to be used at Deco's discretion and made their way towards the power station. What they found upon arrival was nothing short of chaos. The bodies littered the area like trash and the blood of both human and non-human alike mingled beneath them. Taking temporary cover behind a particularly tall mound of corpses, Deco's squad accessed the situation with almost robotic efficiency. If only they could remove those heavy machine guns. . . but how? Suddenly, a look of wicked and wordless agreement passed between them. Time to blow #### up! Working quickly, they assembled what appeared to be a massive yellow eco cannon and, taking advantage of the momentary distraction that there hora-quan brethren had so generously provided, took careful aim and fired.

Meanwhile, a sadistic grin was spreading it's way across Lord Deco's demonic features as he glared down at his soon-to-be prey. He was going to very much enjoy ripping this human's spine out. A dark orb of evil energy began pulsing to life in one clawed hand, feeding off of his hatred and malice. "Now," The dark lord hissed, addressing his opponent directly for the first and preferably last time. "DIE!" With no further ado, the eco demon then dashed forward, bringing the shadowy ball of energy down towards Zrion's head in a swift crushing motion.

[Darkjak87]

Zrion's eyes widened, as his mind had frozen up. He knew he should dodge, but his body could not respond. Photographs of what dark eco could do a person flashed through his mind, only worsening his situation. Even as he snapped back to reality, and began to move, he knew it would be too late. He knew he would die. He had almost accepted his death, when suddenly, the attack was stopped. He blinked once, before realizing a translucent green barrier stood between him and the attack. It was barely an inch in front of him, catching the lethal dark eco attack in the knick of time. He was quick to figure out what was happening, and he looked around. Sure enough, off to the left, was his ally and best friend, the ottsel and green eco master Zephan. With a look of fury upon his face like Zrion had never seen, the tuxedo patterned ottsel thrust his right hand forward, sending a sphere of green eco aimed directly at Deco's head. Zrion snapped out of his state of shock, and dived to the side, already powering his next attack. He charged his yellow eco into his right hand, and shot three medium-powered fireballs at Deco's midsection. After Zephan's appearance, Zrion was more confident now than ever that they could indeed destroy this menace to Haven City.

Back at the power station, the soldiers were quickly becoming aware of the new threat that presented itself. Upon seeing the deadly yellow eco, all of the soldiers instantly ducked down beneath the sandbag barrier. The blast of the fiery eco passed overhead, missing them by inches, and crashed into the steel wall of the power station. The resulting explosion was truly devastating. The shock wave shook their very bones, and made them think they were already dead. They were partially right, as the surviving soldiers came to. The Squad leader and the medic were alive and mostly unharmed, but their worst fears were confirmed when they saw the two broken corpses of their comrades. Their armor had been melted and burned away, their flesh blackened. Their limbs stuck out at odd angles, and the only word to describe it was 'broken'.

"Oh god.." The squad leader muttered. He quickly cleared his mind, and looked back to the battle. The metal heads were quickly advancing now, as the machine guns had all been damaged beyond use. "Damn it, fall back into the station!" The man yelled. The two surviving soldiers quickly sprinted into the doors, which closed behind them. The squad leader ignored Vin's terrified stammering, and shoved him to the back of the room. "Stay back there, and keep your head down!" The squad leader snarled. Vin was quick to oblige, hugging the floor as closely as possible.

The two soldiers readied their rifles, and took kneeling positions facing the door. "Field of fire on that doorway. If they get past that walkway, we're dead. Keep them back!" The room went deathly silent as they waited. Suddenly, a massive BOOM was heard, as a huge dent formed in the door. The soldiers didn't so much as flinch, while Vin practically had a panic attack. Another BOOM and dent formed, as the second hit struck the doors. Finally, after a third attack, the door gave way and the Metal Heads began to swarm in. With a deafening battle cry that almost drowned out the Metal Heads' roars, the black armored soldiers began to fire at the mass, as they attempted to desperately cram themselves through the narrow space. Everyone in that room knew they were as good as dead, but they knew that their efforts to protect the shield wall could buy the KG the crucial time they needed to secure the city, and drive out the Metal Head threat.

[Paladin89]

Like a lumbering juggernaut Sicar emerged out of his emergence hole. Hundreds of hora'quan swarmed around him, each focused on one thing, tasting human blood.
Grunts ran past him like ants while the larger shield wielding brutes lumbered up with their leader. Along with them came several equally as large hora'quan, many of which held some kind of eco rifle. Still all were the same in one aspect, all of them wanted blood.
A heavy foot set on the rim of the hole as Sicar finished his accent. Explosions riddled the street before him, intertwined with the screams and howls of dieing humans and hora'quan.
Yet this meant little to Sicar. He cared little for the immediate fight. No, his attention was set on another power station off in the distance.
It was a sub station, able to power a single section of the city shield. But just a section, unlike the main power core which Deco was so feverishly after. With a low growl Sicar began to walk, still irritated that Mallock would not allow him the honor of destroying the main station. Once it fell then the sub stations would eventually burn out. But no, he gave that glory to Deco.
With a snort Sicar rolled his shoulders as he drew the old mauser that hung from with in his large, armored jacket. The blood stained leather shifted as he stepped forward through the still settling smoke and dust.
Suddenly several geysers of dirt and fire hit the center of the street as a loud roar filled the air. Up above several hellcat gun ships flew over, there gun fire ripping up the street before Sicar, and there shots where getting closer.
Stepping to the left Sicar grabbed a shield brute from behind by the back of the neck. The creature snarled in protest as Sicar locked its sheild arm in front of it. A second later dirt and fire erupted in front of it, battering the red eco shield. A second blast hit this one closer, the explosion drowning out the roar of alarm from the brute. Still, Sicar held firm to the beast. Suddenly a third round it, this one so close the impact shorted out the shield leaving the brute exposed as hot metal and dirt riddled its body.
The creature squealed as its body was torn to peices, then it went limp.
The smoke settled and no other explosions followed. Releasing his grip Sicar let the shield brute fall to the ground lifeless. Then with a out even a hint of feeling, Sicar stepped over the corps and kept walking.
More explosions riddle the streets center, prompting Sicar to move to the sides of the street, seeking shelter among the building.
As he moved up against the wall of a shop he heard coughing as a man came stumbling out of the store its windows shattered and its interior filled with smoke and dust.
The man looked pale, caused by the thick layer of dust that covered his body. He rubbed at his eyes as he stepped out into the street, right in front of Sicar. The massive metal head hybrid calmly walked up the man, seeming to take little notice in him. Then as he reached him, the man looked up, finally clearing his eyes of the dust, just to find Sicar.
Pausing only a second Sicar stepped in front of the man, lifted his mauser and fired, his barrel just inches from the mans for head. Bone and gray matter flew from the back of the mans' head as his body snapped back, then he fell limp.
Sicar snorted, then continued his walk to the sub station.

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Ezekiel stood in front of the closed door of the orphanage. Behind him several nuns stood in the hallway, looking from a trap door in the floor. Each one of them held fear in there eyes, clearly visible, even in there attempt to keep in hidden in front of the children.
A few wimpers and a high pitched cry from a little girl erupted down below, adding to Z's agitation. His cloak, still hung from his shoulders as he flexed his clawed hands. Nothing would get by him, nothing. He would die before he allowed one person in the building to be harmed.
Then like distant thunder a low rumble could be heard from around the city, then suddenly the building rocked. The windows shattered and the walls shuddered as a massive blast of rock and fire erupted down the street.
With it followed a hailstorm of gun fire, screaming, and roaring. Several times the walls of the orphanage shook as something collided with it. There was another explosion and the screams that followed it filled the air, giving everything a nightmarish ambiance.

The door of the orphanage shuddered as something collided with it. Then again it shook, and again, each time the wood cracked and splintered. With one last shudder the door caved in, and in its wake were three large metal head grunts, blood dripping from there claws and teeth.
Screams from the nuns filled the air, quickly drowned out by the roars of the grunts as they spotted there next kill.
The feral roar of the grunts was quickly muted by the deafening roar of Ezekiel as the orphanage guardian charged forward into the metal heads. Like a mountain of muscle and scales, he rushed forward, tackling the first metal head, causing it to slam into the two behind it.
Landing on top of the first of the beasts Ezekiel rolled off as the metal head began to thrash about. Jumping to his feet he reached down and grabbed it by its leg then with a massive show of strength Z threw the grunt out into the street.
With a yelp of surprise the grunt landed in the street. Snarling the beast rolled over and tried to rush back at its foe but several bullets from down the street riddled its body, dropping it instantly. Ezekiel roared in triumph but it was short lived as the other two grunts pounced. One landed on Z's shoulders while the other wrapped itself around his waist, biting into his side.
Even with the natural armor of his body, Ezekiel could feel the teeth and claws digging through his scales.
With the suddenly weight of the grunts coming down on him, the massive half dragon looking mutant experiment stumbled forward. He dug his claws into the grunt around his waist while he flapped his wings, trying to dislodge the two beast. Finally getting a hold of head of the grunt around his waist Ezekiel dug and tore it off of him, throwing it as he had done to the last.
With it gone for the moment Z turned his attention to the grunt on his shoulder as it snapped at his neck. Heaving his wieght forward, he flung the grunt over his shoulder. The grunt fell, but still managed to keep hold, landing in front of Ezekiel's chest and right into the reach of his jaws. As if by primal instinct, Z snapped out, sinking his fangs into the throat of the grunt, then jerking his head back he ripped out the beasts throat.
It fell to the ground, a pool of blood forming as it grabbed at its throat, gurgling as its life quickly left its body.
And yet there was one more. The grunt charged at him, jumping the final feet, its claws extended, ready to tear through Z's flesh.
Then with a burst of speed, surprising for someone of his size, Ezekiel stepped to the side, reach up and caught the grunt by the throat in mid-air. Roaring, the orphanage guardian flipped the metal head over and slammed it head first into the ground. A sickening crunch sounded as its head met concrete. The grunt's body tensed up for only a moment the went limp.
Ezekiel released his grip, letting the metal head fall to the side. As it did, he caught a glimps of the shattered skull gem, displaying the natural power Z used when he slammed the beasts head into the ground.
With a low growl Z looked up as several howls and roars reached his ears. What he saw was more metal heads, all running down the street towards him.
The KG behind him were falling back farther and farther, leaving the metal heads free rain over the open street. A few paused though an looked back at him, while other kept moving.
"Let them run. I will at least hold my ground!" Ezekiel said to himself as he looked around for a weapon. Searching through the body he found two heavily armored KG, both, with large gashes in there chests. But near there bodies lay a large vulcan rifle. The blue eco powered rifles looked in decent condition and both seemed full of ammo.
With metal head blood still dripping from his chin Ezekiel exerted his strength once more and took a vulcan rifle in each hand. The massive guns hung from his side, each primmed and ready.
Looking up Ezekiel stood in the middle of the street. "Though the Krimson Guard may run, I will stay! I have something here that is still worth fighting for! COME IF YOU WISH MONSTERS! YOU WILL NOT GET BY ME! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
Raising the two massive machine guns, Ezekiel roared as he let loose a hail of blue eco bullets as the dark mass of metal heads rushed forward.