[MISSION] Traitors (Sai) [SRM] - Level 2/3

[Ishida Sai]

OOC: I'm not too sure what the real difference between 2 or 3... So I'm letting you decide for now.

Word Count: 2052 Words

Ishida Sai wasn’t quite surprised at the fact there are a number of students ditching the school/organization and prowling around the streets; apparently hunting for a decent fight from what the mission briefing on the board has stated. There is absolutely no one in this world that is always the constant goody goody. Besides, if that were the case, the meister wouldn’t be having problems back at home to begin with and the whole establishment of DWMA wouldn’t have been created at all…

It was quiet the same night he decided to take up the task. Tomorrow morning would be the exact day he’d have the free time to get cracking since there’s no work or school at that time period. So basically, the whole day was more or less free for this mission alone.

The cobblestoned streets were illuminated by a number of streetlights as he passed through its gentler rays in comparison to the damned contemptible sun. The environment was by no doubt cooler thankfully. A small gentle breeze swept by, giving a bit of a mental clarity on his person while also bring in a bit of comfort simultaneously. His nostrils slowly breathed in the night and only smelled the industrial air. The same air shared by all cities considered being in the First World.

The air isn’t quite fresh since technology has polluted it one way or another, but it isn’t overwhelming to the point it made it impossible to live in. The meister was enjoying this environment as he closed his eyes temporarily to fully immerse himself in this sensation.

…But inevitably he detected two differentiating wavelengths coming into the streets. Opening his eyes, the teen viewed the same two standing in front of him. Each of them was dressed uniquely in their own way, but the way in which they’re positioned next to each other was hinting a pairing of some sort. The discernable traits of each individual involved the foremost left with a blue hoodie hiding the face and leaving the mouth visible and an individual on the right possessing a number of indiscernible tattoos all over his face.

What they both shared in common was this unnerving grin on their visages.

”…Crap.”

Both of them seemed to be meisters holding a weapon respectively: a machete and a two-handed war hammer. Judging that they were the only ones here, they made do with normal conventional weapons that seemed to fit their previous Weapon partners.

Of the maximum ranges of the two, the war hammer was the worst with its length reaching four feet in length while also possessing a lot of punch… But the machete was deadlier with its sharp and menacing edge in junction with its lighter weight for its usage.

Knowing that he was outnumbered… This open area is the worst to be at, especially with all this lighting from the lampposts. There was only one thing all his experience in the streets back in Japan that Sai has accumulated for a couple of years.

Run.

That’s exactly what he did. There’s no doubt those meisters wouldn't be open for negotiation with those insane appearing grins on their faces. With all his might, the Japanese meister sprinted across back down the orange-illuminated streets of Death City with the two (technically four) traitors in tow.

He looked back to see they were still a good distance away and weren’t being physically drained from the chase at the moment. Their stamina is something to be expected as previous members of DWMA after all. But it was evident that Sai still possessed the upper hand in speed. With all the information now stored in his brain, he was now ready to see what’s his plan of action at the moment.

Quickly, Sai took a hard right into a small dimmer alleyway more than enough to fit one person at a time, but barely for two people. He kept running before stopping in front of a pair of trashcans to take up their lids as temporary shields of some sort.

As the meister faced his adversaries, he faced laughter from the blue hoodie meister while the tattooed narrowed his eyes as if to say, “The hell…?”

Taking up a stance, Sai held the trashcan lids towards the meisters with a calm demeanor waiting for either of them to come at him since only one of them at a time could really have enough mobility to fight in this space. The war hammer meister was about to step in first, but his partner in crime held up his hand to stop him.

”It’s my turn,” he finally spoke flatly keeping a leery eye on the Oriental student with a sneer.

The bald meister frowned in indignation, but let him in any case by backing off which gave him room to move.

”Show me what you got, kid.”

Almost immediately, the blue hoodie faced a spinning trashcan lid towards him. Reflexively, he cut it in half, causing to diverge away from him safely. During that movement, Sai is already half way to reaching his adversary with the lid still held up as a shield by his left arm.

From the position after the cut, the machete swung up into a stab from below towards the center of the impromptu shield as the machete wielder lunged in to get closer to attack. Angling it, Sai received the attack and let the meister pass through him harmlessly while at the same time, throwing in a punch already giving off a staccato of electric current, which heralded a Soul Purge.
He felt a hand grab his wrist, stopping the action from occurring. The machete-wielding traitor, grinning with contempt, resumed back to a stable position while still holding Sai’s arm. The blade shined maliciously as it went again for a stab towards the gut. But instead punctured the trashcan lid, diverting it away again.

Viciously and suddenly, Sai pulled in his captured right arm to drag the meister in while at the same time kneeing directly at the solar plexus.

”Guh--!”

Immediately after feeling the hard joint knocking the wind out of him, Sai regained freedom of his arm with the bony fingers relinquishing its hold on it. He didn’t even give time for the staggering adversary by throwing in a right straight punch directly at the jaw.

Though despite taking the damage, the punch missed its target when it moved to the side, but he could feel the fist pass through the ear roughly.

Eyes glinting with frustration, the blue hoodie slashed through the trashcan lid while the machete was still stuck inside. As it exited the impromptu shield, demolishing it… The blade felt the laceration of flesh and the splash of hot blood as it was slashing through the abdomen.

”Shit!” Sai cursed still jumping back reflexively enough that the blade hasn’t gone too deep enough to hit his vitals.

The meister could feel his warm lifeblood slowly drawing out from the cut, drenching his shirt gradually in size.

”Dammit I fucked up…” he cursed mentally at the result of their exchange while hissing in pain.

The sneer returned on the blue hoodie’s lips while also holding up the machete, delighted with the stain of the Japanese’s blood on the blade while staring at the liquid dripping off it with almost a sensual expression… He started to lick it off.

Distaste and disgust spread on Sai’s eyes, but his visage was majorly empty to uphold his characterization. The War hammer traitor shared the meister’s disgust.

While the hooded traitor was enjoying his handiwork, he was interrupted when Sai was already charging in; it was obvious that he was taken off guard by the earlier action. Immediately while being flustered by the sneak attack, he attempted to lunge in for another decisive stab… Which sunk into the meister’s flesh.

But however, it found itself deep inside his palm, digging out the backside of the hand… The fingers immediately clasped onto the fist that held the machete like a vice grip as the blade was deep inside to the hilt. The trap has been sprung. But there is no doubt that searing pain would be present from the stab, which is evident with harsh gritting of teeth on Sai’s visage. Ignoring the pain while the traitor’s momentum has shifted in towards him too much, the meister reeled him in while also slamming a punch directly to the solar plexus again with a current crackling again.

A loud crack permeated the small alleyway once the Soul Purge hit hard and accurately into the same spot once more… It is weaker than your average one, but the application into a vital area which was already hit once increased the damage causing the blue hoodie to gawk in pain, giving the window of opportunity that was so sought after.

Almost immediately of the attack, Sai swerved up his fist and slammed it into the throat, causing his adversary to gawk--- Or rather choke up as a result of his windpipe being hit. He wrapped up the combo by grabbing onto the edge of the hood and to drag the face down lower to meet a knee directly into the temple.

Like a puppet whose strings were suddenly cut off, the blue hooded traitor slumped down to the ground. But there was no rest as Sai noticed the tattooed individual was charging at him with the war hammer.

Biting his lip furiously, he pulled out the machete immediately and crouched down to avoid being smacked by the hammerhead horizontally… The meister willed himself to spring up and enter the range, but he lost balance and tumbled down onto his bottom on top of the cobblestones.

”…Dammit! I lost too much blood!” he mentally noted furiously of his current state.

Immediately, he rolled to the side avoiding the hammer strike from above which created a small crater into the cobblestoned pavement. Sai quickly, but sluggishly tried to get on his feet… but the tattooed adversary wasn’t waiting for him to do so with another swing diagonally towards the head again.

Barely, the meister felt cold steel passes through his cheek, but then a sharp pain at the side of the crown of his skull.

”Krrgh!”

The pain was sharp and there was no doubt that had he taken it at another angle, his brain would’ve burst out like a volcano in a diagonal fashion. He almost lost his balance, but quickly regained it the pain served as a form of wake up call just now.

Sai’s eyes were contracted with adrenaline now finally kicking in at full speed. The bleeding would slow since the chemical also contracts the blood vessels. As for now, his clarity was deadening clear with near tunnel vision focused on the last traitor.
The last attack had left him open and because it was such a heavy and cumbersome weapon, the Japanese meister had already entered his range, holding up the lower forearm to prevent him from swinging down with his stabbed hand.

It was a temporary bracing, but it gave enough time for one last soul purge… To the chin. Angling the fist, Sai slammed it against the side of the lowest part of the mandible and caused the traitor’s head to tilt and jerk diagonally as a result.

The war hammer fell from his grasp, which heralded the meister’s success in rattling the brain. The large thump from slumping to the floor was another proof of his apparent victory in the strife.

”...Haa… Haa…” he gasped tiredly.

Soon the adrenaline would wear off and the bleeding would go back to being as copious as a woman’s period. The teen slumped down against a wall and sat while pressing a couple of pressure points onto his arm at the brachial artery. He held up the hand as standard protocol for first aid dictated…

At the corner of his eye, he noticed a local bystander staring wide-eyed at the result of the battle in the tight space.

”…Hey,” the meister said weakly at the individual, getting his attention, ”…Go get some help… Will ya…?”

[End Mission]