975Six had woken Myne up before standing up, once she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she caught sight of Maaya bending down to her level. She gave a frightful squeak and dove into his cloak, hiding herself from the older woman. He looked down and gently pried her hands from his leg and slightly nudged her out of the cloak. Once again, she tried to get back in, but he wouldn't have that at the moment. After a few minutes, she seemed to bend and come out but stood behind him.
"Myne, this is Maaya." He said.
"Hello." Maaya greeted.
"... Who is she?" Myne looked up at him.
"She is a friend. She is also the one who will help care for you." He said. She looked up at him then at Maaya, before looking back at him. Her hands clutched his cloak tighter and she shook her head before crying into it. To her, this was like replacing her family; but to him, it was nothing short of the necessary. He was aware that she was still broken from the deaths of them, but this wasn't to replace them. This was just a mere means to give her a stable environment to grow in. She couldn't just travel with him all around, it was too dangerous, especially with all these parties against him. The only thing he let her do was cry for the next few minutes, letting her tears soak the cloth.
Maaya just waited patiently, not at all being bothered by the girl's distrust towards her. She understood the emotional turmoil she was experiencing and would try to work around it. If the little girl didn't want to talk or be alone for a while, then she wouldn't push. He started to walk out the door at a speed in which Myne could keep up, only stopping when Maaya locked up. The three of them walked down the sidewalk in silence. Nothing needed to be said as they walked to the apartment. He would spend a few hours there then leave when they were asleep to hunt this man.
The street lights turned on by the time they arrived at the apartment complex. He waited for Maaya to unlock the door and hold it open for him while he just nudged Myne inside the building. It was nice and clean and they stepped inside the elevator, only for him to stop at the entrance. Both of them looked at him before he entered and waited for Maaya to press the third floor button. There was a nice jingle to it before they opened and the three of them stepped outside. They immediately took a right and walked towards the third room.
He saw a name tag on the door and watched as she unlocked it before opening it, waiting for them to step inside before shutting it. The apartment was nice; with cream colored walls, marble counter tops in the kitchen with wooden floors, and a hallway that led to two rooms and a bathroom. The washer and dryer was at the end of the hall in a tiny space. A glass kitchen table wasn't too far off from the kitchen. The living room transitioned from the wooden floor of the kitchen to a white carpet. It had a light brown sofa with a coffee table in front of it and a T.V across from it surrounded by an entertainment stand. Countless movies stocked each shelf and there were a few pictures on top of it.
"I don't really have another bed at the moment, so she can use mine for the time being. At the very least, we have food for a bit since I just went grocery shopping recently." Maaya rubbed the back of her neck.
"This is fine." He said, going to the open room with a bed. Myne got changed into her pajamas and he set her on the bed, letting her feet dangle. The next several minutes was spent making sure she wasn't hungry, brushed her teeth, went to the bathroom, and comfortable. She saw Maaya enter the room and grab some clothes, sending a warm smile and a friendly wave before leaving shortly after. Her eyes trailed back up to his visor and he stood up to his full height, about to leave before she grabbed his hand.
"Can... can you just stay here? Until I fall asleep?" She asked quietly.
"..." He nodded after several seconds and just took off his cloak, covering her in it before sitting down on the ground. Almost immediately, she clutched the tattered cloth and wrapped it around her. Minutes turned to tens of minutes before her eyelids started to become heavy, doing her best to stay awake. Forty minutes passed by and she dozed off, tossing and turning every so often. He waited an extra ten minutes to make sure she was asleep before carefully untangling her from his cloak and covering her in the soft blanket.
His boots barely made a sound as he crept outside of the room and closed the door with a soft click, plunging the room in darkness. He walked down the hallway and entered the living room, seeing Maaya in the kitchen. She was washing dishes and humming a bit. As she turned around, she jumped in surprise and dropped the plate, flinching when his hand lashed out quickly and caught it. He handed it back to her and she blinked a bit before laughing sheepishly.
"Thank you." She breathed. Believe it or not, this was actually her first time seeing him without his cloak. While she knew he wore armor underneath the dirty looking cloth, she really didn't expect him to look like a machine built for war. She finished washing the dishes while he went to the living room and sat down on the ground, taking his bag and spreading its contents. As she finished drying them and put them away, she disappeared in the other room to get changed, coming out a few minutes later. He looked back and saw her wearing a lavender nightdress, wrapping the thin robe around herself.
A blanket and pillow were in her hand and he scooted forward when she started to set up the couch, placing the pillow down on the arm rest and sitting down. She watched as he took his weapon apart and cleaned it carefully. Putting it back together in the same manner and aiming it before setting it down on the ground. A scraping noise met her ears as she watched him sharpen his throwing knives then set them back down. She knew what he was doing, he was getting ready for this hunt and nothing was going to stop him, especially faulty gear.
Despite him not saying anything, she saw that he was taking the deaths hard. The family had practically grown on him, and that was nearly impossibly to do. She knew the moment he took eleven bounties and wouldn't budge even if she tried to stop him. Keeping himself busy was the way to keep his mind off of them, and she doubted that he would even attempt to talk to someone.
"This is a list of things Myne needs to do regularly." He said as he jotted down the actions on a piece of paper, handing them to her. She took them and read them as she lied down on the couch. It wasn't anything too hard, just give Myne her medicine at whenever she was showing symptoms of an illness, read to her since she loved books, feed her healthy foods and sometimes let her indulge in sweets, and overall just be there for her.
"I can do these." She nodded. To her, it really wasn't that hard. She was used to handling countless documents at the guild and being swarmed by dozens of people eager for them, so these little instructions was considered child's play.
"I do not know when I will return." He said after several seconds of silence.
"So long as you return, I think we'll be okay." She said, then noticed him bring out the box with the pendants and a cloth. He opened the box and put on one of the remaining three then shut it shortly after. It went quiet for a while and she wanted to ask how he was, to actually make sure he was alright and not blaming himself for their deaths, but nothing came out. The only thing she did was watch him maintain his gear and craft some items. She turned the T.V on and his eyes trailed up to it before going back to his things.
There wasn't really anything on at the moment and she stuck her tongue out before flickering through the channels. His eyes trailed up to it and he shook his head at that, opening the cloth and bringing out Ren and Nora's knives. This time, her curiosity got the better of her and she couldn't help but ask.
"Who are those for?" She asked.
"Ren and Nora." He answered curtly.
"Those two children that you taught during their stay here?" She guessed.
"..." He nodded. It was silent for the next several seconds and she had to stifle a laugh, making him look at her then tilt his head.
"Nothing. I just remember when Nora accidentally called you her dad, she looked so embarrassed." She covered her mouth.
"I am not their father." He said evenly.
"Everyone guessed that, Six. You don't have to be their biological father for them to look up to you like one. Nothing is probably going to change their minds in how they see you overall. To them, you're nothing short of that, even if they said you hadn't been in their lives for years." She said.
"They look up to me too much. I do not wish for them to be carbon copies of me." He said.
"And that's okay. They understand that they can never be exactly like you. If anything, they want to be an extension of you." She said.
"I don't quite understand." He said.
"Hmm... I would say they want to be like you, but different. They look up to you and want to be just like you, but they know they can't. So, they decide to be a variation of you; choosing their own path after following yours for a while." She tried to clarify.
"... I understand." He nodded.
"What if they stop by here?" She asked.
"Give them bounties within their skill level. Nothing short of what you usually do. I do not know how long their leave is." He said.
"Leave? You mean summer break?" She asked.
"Yes." He nodded.
"It'll probably last until early august. Why?" She asked.
"I do not know how long this will last." He answered.
"Oh..." She said, then turned her eyes back to the T.V and just surfed through the channels. The two of them just basked in silence for a while before she eventually found something to watch. Minutes turned to tens of minutes before that eventually stretched into an hour; her eyes started to droop down and she did her best to stay awake. Eventually, she fell asleep and barely made a noise doing so.
His head perked up and he looked over his shoulder to see her asleep, deciding now would be a good time to leave. He started to pack his bag quietly, loading his weapons and placing his throwing knives on him, before standing up and slinging his cloak on. His bag was thrown over his shoulder and he stared down at her, noticing she didn't cover herself in the blanket. It was unfolded and placed over her gently and he backed up, walking towards the door but stopped halfway. He looked down the hall for a few seconds before looking back at her, then walked towards the door. He opened it quietly and shut it with a soft click.
It was time to find the murderer and rip him apart.
He walked outside the apartment complex and towards the gate, sending the guards a farewell nod then disappearing into the forest. The next settlement was a couple hours away and he figured gathering clues on this man was the best course of action; what his face looked like, his personality, fighting style, anything that would give him an edge over the man. He'd use everything at his disposal, even the grenades if he needed to. For the most part, he'd take his time with the man. Six wasn't very vindictive despite his quiet nature; he preferred to let his hate be carried through his efficiency and focus. Right now... he was completely focused.
This man was going to die. Slowly. He didn't care if the sniveling waste of skin begged for mercy, because none would be shown. Six wasn't one to let his emotions show often but this time... this time he didn't care. He'd let his silence be an indicator that he absolutely felt nothing but murderous intent for the man, and nothing was going to stop him. Shaking his head at these thoughts, he continued to the next settlement, letting time slip by slowly.
The next settlement barely had any information regarding this man when he asked around. Despite his status, they could only shake their heads about anything, because they truly didn't know. Nobody regarding that description matched or came through. He left shortly after, going to the next one that was a day's walk away. This was okay, the man was living on borrowed time anyways.
As time started to pass, his demeanor shifted back to its original state when he first arrived on Remnant. His calm and collected tone of voice slowly started to shift towards a cold and robotic one, eventually turning him more into a machine state of mind. Every person he talked to and was familiar with noticed this right off the bat; that freezing, ruthless aura that seemed to ooze off of his shoulders. Rooms and establishments suddenly felt several degrees lower than what they were whenever he entered, and it scared some people. Nobody got in his way either, they saw the tranquil fury that he had bottled in and decided it wasn't worth the risk.
Days and nights started to slowly merge together. Towns would smile upon his arrival, only to slowly drop them when they realized he didn't seem all too there. Like his mind was somewhere else; while they understood him for not being able to complete a few bounties, they did notice that he seemed rather... fixated on someone. Their smiles turned to looks of fear when he described someone by the last name of Callows. He noticed their voices turned quiet and his eyes narrowed when they slowly described the person, but only gave him little information.
Two weeks had passed by and it was starting to turn into three at his point in the hunt. Eventually that turned into a month and a half of tracking the man. In the meantime, he collected tools that would be beneficial towards his interrogation. A variety of pliers, for both pulling and cutting, rubbing alcohol, and a rather nasty pain enhancer concoction he had made.
Bits and pieces of information was logged into his brain and picked apart carefully, giving him the name of his prey and some valuable information. Tyrian Callows, a well known serial killer that was completely unhinged in some cases. From what people had described, the man was the epitome of an individual that wanted to watch the world burn for the sheer joy of it. People like that didn't need to be alive and harm innocents, it was better to put them in the ground before they could cause a catastrophic event to occur.
Six didn't want him dead just yet though. He needed information and he would do whatever it took to extract said information; regardless of how many toes and fingers he cut off, teeth he pulled, cuts he made, bones he snapped, flesh was torn, and sanity broken. He didn't care, so long as he got what he needed in the end before ending the miserable sack of skin's life.
Grimm were swiftly killed without batting an eye, all with cold and calculative efficiency. It gave him something to focus on rather than his violent thoughts that started to fester slowly. While not omnipotent, Six did know when someone was leading him. He knew because the clues started to get more evident and they had appeared in the outer settlements more. The last two settlements had been of nothing but cutthroats and mercenaries that didn't see eye to eye with him. He didn't care about them and made it clear that they weren't his target. Despite being hardened through all their years of experience, some couldn't help but shiver when he looked over them. As soon as he got his information, he left shortly after, leaving them to their own devices.
The final settlement he stopped by was one of the most violent ones that he had the displeasure of stopping in. As soon as he entered, everyone stopped and looked at him, hands going towards their weapons slowly and resting on them. He looked around before going towards a bar and opening the door, shutting it not even two seconds later after he entered. The music stopped and every patron looked at him, some flexing their weapons and just decided to eyeball him. He ignored their stares and walked up to the bartender, gazing at him with a flat expression.
"What do you want?" The bartender asked.
"I need information regarding a man that goes by the name, Tyrian Callows." Six answered.
"Tyrian Callows, huh? Information like that'll cost ya." The bartender said as he cleaned a glass. Six didn't say anything and just reached in his bag and pulled out a small pouch, throwing it on the counter and watching as the man picked it up. He opened it and inspected the amount before placing it underneath the counter, before staring up at the Spartan.
"Word is that the sick fuck is near dagger glade about thirteen miles east of here. If you take the trail down there for five miles then cut through the forest to the north east, you'll eventually find it." The man said.
"Anything else?" Six asked.
"Yeah, make sure the bastard pays. He hurt several of my boys for no good reason after we told his scrawny ass to leave. Half of them can't even walk anymore due to that bastard's poison." The bartender bit.
"What type of faunus is he? What type of fighting style does he have?" Six asked.
"From what I could tell, a scorpion. As for his fighting style, you're on your own because even I couldn't tell what the hell it was. You plan on going after him?" The bartender asked.
"..." Six didn't say anything and just stared at him.
"I'll take that as a yes." The bartender said. Six just turned and began to leave before the bartender called him once more, making him turn around.
"What?" Six asked.
"...Make sure you don't show your face around here anymore. I didn't take too kindly to you killing my cousin a few years back, along with some of his guys, when he gave you information about that sick fuck's mansion. Only reason I don't send my boys to go after you is because I actually give a shit about my life, and I know you'll kill us in the end." The bartender said.
"..." Six just stared at him before leaving shortly after. He wouldn't come back unless he absolutely needed to. His business was done, and he had enough information to find out where Callows was. It was time for him to catch his prey.
As Six walked on the path, his thoughts went back to Myne's family. It was an odd topic to think about sometimes. Times like these made him realize why getting attached to people was an issue, and made him keep them at arm's length. Every time he started to become attached, the universe seemed to always rip away the person he had come to enjoy being around. It seemed like it was genuinely out to get him and make his life a living hell, but he shook his heads of these thoughts. He knew that the universe didn't discriminate who lived and who died, it's just how things were.
Although... he did come to enjoy the family's presence in his life. They were some of the few people that actually made him feel like a man rather than a machine. Them, along with Maaya, made him feel like he was actually human again; not some weapon at the disposal of others or some cheaper copy of Spartan-II. They made him feel like he was actually somebody that people looked forward to seeing again. He wasn't a freak, a monster, or some reckless killer... he was just Six to them. The quiet wanderer that helped people around the frontier without expecting too much in return.
They were the little light in the dark abyss he called life, every single one of them was. Now though... now some of that light was extinguished forever, all because of an unhinged serial killer. For the first time in a very long time, he felt something more than anger. That murderous intent that slowly would ooze from his body and would make the people in the area cower. People often didn't realize it was coming from him until they got close enough. It truly terrified them at times.
He stepped off the path after walking for several miles and took a left into the brush. He had his shotgun out and carried it as the wild seemed to guide him. Dirt clung to his boots and the branches from bushes would scrape against his cloak, but he paid no mind. The leaves above swayed gently as wind picked up a bit. The hours seemed to drone on as did the miles. Before he knew it, it was evening and the sun started to go down slowly. Shadows started to envelope the surrounding area and he eventually came across a clearing. He pulled out his map and looked at it, then looked up and gazed around, before finally looking back at his map and putting it away. This was the location.
The ground below him was completely bare, no flowers, bushes, or shrubs near him. The trees were spread out and the branches seemed to interconnect, creating a large shaded area during the daytime. A small river on his left had a few fish in it and would lead to a large body of water a couple of miles away. He looked around and saw a small camp. His eyes scanned the area around him and he approached the camp slowly, scanning around with his shotgun carefully. Nothing was on his motion tracker yet but he knew better.
The closer he got, the more his instincts blared in alarm. When he took his final step towards the camp, he suddenly jumped backwards when a snap of the branches above met his ears and a figure slammed into the spot he was at. He aimed his shotgun and fired once, frowning when the figure flew out of the way and charged at him, covering ground in an instant. He fired again and they flipped over him, aiming at his back but he turned around and blocked it with his weapon. The person jumped up and kicked the gun, effectively putting distance between the two. He watched as they jumped up and landed on a branch up in the one of the trees.
"Ah! I knew you would come! Those clues I left were only for a smart individual such as yourself." The voice said. Six knew who it was, the murderer he had been hunting for the past month and a half. The pale man with yellow eyes, scars on his chest, a brown ponytail braided to resemble a scorpion's tail, and slender figure. He watched as the man bowed dramatically as he addressed him.
"..." Six just narrowed his eyes dangerously as he observed the man. He droned him out and just took in his features, his mannerisms, creating a plan and deciding what resources to use. From what he had gathered, the man was erratic with his attacks, using his unpredictable nature to fool his opponents.
"You were said to be quiet. My goodness, from what the locals have said, you were skilled and unpredictable. Just like me, we're two peas in a pod-" Tyrian suddenly stopped when a throwing knife was sent his way. He moved out of the side then had to dodge several DMR rounds quickly, each shot getting closer to hitting his body.
"..." Six just fired several more shots at him before watching the man jump into the trees. He reloaded his weapon and aimed around carefully, scanning every spot he heard movement at and saw leaves fall, while keeping an eye on his motion tracker. There was a sound to his left and he swung the barrel at the spot, firing once and seeing Tyrian spin around the round and over him. He slashed as Six, but he was ready this time and slammed the rifle against his chest, making him fly backwards.
"You hit hard. I think you might be my new favorite person!" Tyrian cackled at the throbbing pain. His heart was racing and the excitement just made him more eager. He suddenly lunged at Six and slashed his blades at him, grinning like a madman when the Spartan would move out of the way. His glee only skyrocketed when Six pulled out his knife and spread his feet a bit. Tyrian rushed at Six and started to erratically swipe low, thriving when the vibrations of each deflect would go through his arm. He bent down low to the ground when Six swiped at him and kicked his feet up in hopes of striking the taller man.
Six just leaned backwards at the kick and jumped back a bit, watching as the faunus dusted himself off and fixed the sleeves of his coat.
"I will admit, you do know how to step up your game when it comes to fighting. I was afraid this whole ordeal would be boring." Tyrian said dramatically. Another reason to hate the man in front of him.
"Your reason for killing the family. What was it?" Six asked after some time, he figured he'd ask now before he broke the man.
"Oh? So killing them did bring you out. Good, my reason for killing them? I really didn't have a reason, in all seriousness, I could have left them alive and found another way to draw you out. It sure was fun doing it though. The father put up a good fight, so I kind of took my time with him. Ah, the beautiful mother, she had tried to fight but alas she failed in the end. The older sister... I actually had no intention of killing her, but you never look a gift horse in the mouth. The youngest though... I truly did want to kill her, especially since I was already doing it, but the townspeople were coming so I had to make my leave before things got too hectic. Traumatizing her would have to though. I even got the chance to get these magnificent pendants." Tyrian said proudly as he fished in his pocket and brought out four wolf pendants.
Six's pupils shrunk considerably and his fists clenched. Gravity around the two seemed to suddenly increase and the air felt colder, so much that even Tyrian shuddered a bit. He faintly heard the sound of flexing and peered closer to look at Six, before his grin started to widen. It seemed he had struck a nerve, which was what he was aiming for. He was eager for his reward from the grace, that he didn't notice the murderous intent roll off of Six's shoulders.
The sound around Six seemed to drown out as he let the feeling fester and release a bit before taking a few breaths and let it go shortly after. His entire focus was on the faunus in front of him. He felt his human side slowly leave and the machine took over shortly after. He bent down and condensed the muscles in his legs. With a sudden burst of speed, Six shot off like a rocket and was already on Tyrian, slashing downwards and barely catching him. He slashed horizontally at his stomach and suddenly sent his left fist out, striking Tyrian in his chest.
"Hrk!" Tyrian choked on some saliva as he felt an overwhelming force slam into one of his ribs. His aura flickered a bit and he was suddenly tumbling alongside the ground, crashing into a tree a second later. He barely had time to stand up and flip out of the way before a large foot slammed into the tree trunk and created a large hole in it. He went up to Six and slashed at him while he was ripping his foot out, striking his chest and tearing the fabric of the cloth. He had to jump back when Six's foot lashed out and he slashed him with his knife, flipping it into a reverse grip and slashing at him again.
Sparks illuminated the ground below as the two of them viciously struck at one another for then next fifteen minutes. Six had to admit, this man was faster than what he had expected. Half of the fight was just trying to catch him and land an actual strike on him. Both of them seemed like blurs from an outside view. He was like a skirmisher that knew how to maneuver its body times ten. In reality, Six was just tiring him out, little by little.
Tyrian ripped off his coat and flexed his tail before striking quickly at Six. His tail had managed to pierce the cloak and he grinned wildly when it looked like he impacted something, only to scrunch his eyebrows together in confusion when all he felt was air. A fist quickly slammed into his stomach and made spit fly out and he looked down to see Six's fist embedded in his midsection. He was sent flying through the air once again and he felt something slam into his chest.
Six knew the moment Tyrian threw his coat off, he was going to use his tail, which is why he threw his cloak up as cover. This gave him the opportunity to counter the attack with an uppercut to his stomach. He charged at Tyrian as he slammed into a tree and then slammed his shoulder into his chest, crushing him further. He started to strike him in the chest several times with quick jabs before elbowing him in his jaw. While he was stunned, he quickly threw him away from him when he saw the stinger flex and prepare to strike at him.
"So it seems you're getting serious... good!" Tyrian coughed a bit before flexing his hands. The sounds of guns being armed made Six activate his armor lock as rounds seemed to pelt him viciously. His motion tracker caught his opponent running around him while cackling like a mad man. It seemed like forever, but Tyrian stopped firing and lunged at Six, his blades armed and his tail at the ready. When he was close enough, he suddenly lashed out with his tail, only to be thrown back when the EMP from the armor lock went off. He skid across the ground and flexed his tail a bit before quickly dashing at Six, sending out several lighting quick strikes before jumping back. Each strike was either parried or avoided, sometimes he was even hit. The final punch Six had managed to get on him made his aura flicker and shatter.
"..." Six saw this and brought out his shotgun, firing until it went empty, hoping to at least strike his opponent. He quickly put it away when he realized each round or shell fired would be dodged. He tensed his muscles then bent down a bit before dashing towards the man. Tyrian barely had time to react before Six suddenly swung his right fist, making the faunus dodge before he followed up with an uppercut to his jaw.
Tyrian gave out a cry of pain and started to laugh a bit at it as he flew through the air. As he started to flip backwards, Six suddenly gripped his tail tightly then swung him to the ground violently. A small crater was made from the impact of the slam before another one formed as Six slammed Tyrian once more. He suddenly threw the faunus into a tree and quickly closed the distance in less than a second.
"Ha!" Tyrian laughed sadistically as his tail struck out and managed to reach around and strike Six in his unarmored part on his back. Everything went quiet when Tyrian's eyes started to glow purple and his grin widened. The shields on Six's suit blared in alarm when they were gone and he stared at the man in front of him. Tyrian's grin slowly dropped and his eyes widened in alarm when Six quickly reached around gripped part of it tightly. He reared his right hand up and backhanded him onto the ground while his left kept a tight grip on the middle of the stinger.
A large boot slammed onto his back and he gave out a cry of pain. Six's hands gripped the tail and he slowly started to rip it off, ignoring the appendage wrapping around his arm tightly and thrashing around. He ignored the thrashing beneath him and he continued to twist and pull, feeling the tension before the sound of tearing met his ears. Several long seconds went by and the tail was held by nothing but strands of flesh before being violently ripped from its user. A bloodcurdling scream met his ears as he threw the tail away and quickly jumped back a bit when globs of substance impacted the ground, melting it with a loud sizzling noise.
"You bastard!" Tyrian bellowed. He looked at Six, then at his tail, before looking back at him for a few seconds. Eventually, he turned and started to run realizing that he was slightly out of his league. The sound of a large figure chasing after him made him look over his shoulder, widening his eyes when he saw Six chasing after him. He turned his head back forward and pumped his legs faster; all it did was make Six chase after him, pushing his body to its limits when Tyrian started to springboard off of trees.
As minutes passed, Tyrian realized that Six was different from every target he was sent after. He realized that the man beneath the armor was something entirely different. Each strike he would send at him was meant to disable him. He soon realized that he was just a mere pest compared to an apex predator, something that could never be thrown from its spot. An odd feeling seemed to well up in Tyrian the more he ran and realized the thing chasing him slowly started to gain ground on him.
He felt fear. Genuine fear that this... demon, was chasing him and waiting for him to tire himself out. That seemed to be the desired effect because he started to slow down just a tad bit, enough for the thing behind him to catch him.
Six suddenly burst forward with great speed and tackled Tyrian, rolling with him and slamming him onto the ground. He quickly stood up and violently struck him in one of his ribs before picking him up and punching him into a boulder. It broke apart easily and he watched the man tumble and skid along the ground for a several meters before quickly getting up and starting to run. He quickly brought out his kukri and threw it, watching as the blade entered the back of Tyrian's knee and exit through the front. An odd scream met his ears as he watched the man give a mixture between a laugh and a painful scream. It seemed he was a sadomasochist... good.
"Let's talk about this. No need to be hasty." Tyrian gestured as he backed up while trying to remove the blade. He noticed that Six continued to stalk towards him with clenched fists, making him start to remove the blade.
"..." Six just walked towards him and ignored his pleas for a conversation. When he was next to Tyrian, he suddenly reared his foot back and slammed it against his face, rendering him unconscious. He made sure to hold back in order to avoid killing him. He ripped the kukri out and wrapped the wound in a bandage before taking one of his legs and snapping it at an odd angle. He started to fish through the pockets of his opponent and soon found four wolf pendants, staring at them before carefully placing them around his neck. He then grabbed him by his ponytail and dragged him across the dirt, leaving a rather large trail of blood in its wake.
The prey was only allowed to die when Six gave him permission to. Other than that, he'd take his time breaking the man.
Six had disarmed Tyrian as soon as he dropped him near the area they were fighting at. He then went to his bag and tied him up tightly against a tree and looked at his torn off stinger. A few seconds of silence went by and Six gripped it and went back to his bag, taking out three bottles and started to milk the stinger of its venom; this could come in handy for the future. He then put them away and threw the stinger away before walking up to Tyrian and staring at him for a few seconds, raising his foot and slamming it on his left leg. A loud snap was heard and he watched as Tyrian jolted awake and screamed a bit as the bone from his shin was jutting out.
"Your superior, who is it?" Six asked calmly. It was almost too calm in Tyrian's opinion; this wasn't a man, it was purely machine at this point.
"Oh? Are you curious? Too bad, you haven't been very polite. I'll only tell you if you start showing some proper manners." Tyrian grinned through the pain.
"..." Six stared at him before bending down and gripping the exposed bone. He watched as Tyrian's eyes widened slightly before he started to slowly pull, ripping skin and muscle. A strained cry and gasp met his ears but he paid no mind to it. With a sudden jerk, blood gushed from the open wound and he twisted the bone violently, snapping it even more. He grabbed a bandage and tightly wrapped the wound before gripping the jagged bone he snapped off. Blood caked his fingers as he inspected it, rotating it every so often before looking back at his victim. A few seconds of deafening silence went by before he suddenly stabbed Tyrian in his right eye. Like a wet balloon, it burst open and gushed copious amounts of blood all over his torso.
A scream echoed for miles and scared birds in the distance. Six just gripped Tyrian's head and kept it in place while he slowly started to twist the bone, creating a disgusting gushing noise.
"Who?" Six asked calmly, digging the jagged shin bone even further.
"T-Try harder..." Tyrian calmed down and laughed in agony.
Six just stared at him before slamming the back of his head against the tree and ripping the bone out. He went to his bag and fished through it, bringing out some isopropyl, before walking back to Tyrian. He gripped his ponytail and jerked his head back before flicking the cap open and pouring the alcohol onto the open wound. Another scream was heard as the wound began to bubble and fizzle. The smell of the alcohol was the only thing Tyrian seemed to pick up and the sound of it bubbling in his open eye wound clouded his hearing.
This went on for the next several minutes. Some areas Tyrian would just laugh at because he genuinely enjoyed the stinging feeling of pain it brought, and others he may have laughed but was screaming inside. He was no stranger to pain, in fact he enjoyed it half the time, but this was different... this was cold, murderous intent being channeled through torture. It would only get worse from here. A fist crashed to his face and stomach repeatedly and he could only tense his muscles at each hit; it felt like he was being struck by a train.
A hour of beating Tyrian mercilessly went by and Six stopped, noticing his fist coated in blood; that warm, viscous substance oozing down his hand and dripping into the soil. Despite him repeating the same question about his affiliation and who his superior was, the man just laughed in his face. That was alright, if physical torture didn't cut it, then psychological would be the next best step.
He stood up and stared at Tyrian with a flat expression, waiting for him to look up at him with a swollen face before rearing his foot back and slamming it into him. Almost instantly, he was unconscious and Six tied him up more to prevent any measure of escape. After staring at his victim for a few minutes, he started to set up camp.
It took a couple minutes at most and he spent the next several minutes setting up traps around the area. The grenades would have come in handy during the fight, but he didn't want to use them just in case Tyrian ran into one of the splinters. While yes, it would limit his movements, there was also the possibility him trying to maneuver through one of them would set off a chain reaction. The grenades would be considered mercy
A camp fire illuminated the dark night and he stared at it, letting his thoughts ponder. He spread his cloak out, as well as his belongings, and started to take inventory. Food and water weren't an issue, he only used the bare essentials of his medical supplies to keep the bastard alive, but his ammunition was of slight concern. He had used a bit of it during the fight when trying to his Tyrian, but there was enough to get him by until he could get to the next town. His thoughts went back to the beacons the Monitor had told him about, perhaps there was one nearby to give him supplies.
These thoughts just clouded his mind as the time seemed to slip by. He turned his head back to Tyrian and saw the sun begin to rise in the distance, making him open a can of food and begin to eat silently. This time would be spent gathering information, regardless of the type of torture it took, then kill him and return to Maaya and Myne. He figured he would try to visit as often as he could; maybe three or four times a year. It would break the young girl's heart to hear that he wouldn't be with her, but it was something that needed to be done. She would learn to grow used to his absence like before, the only difference is that she didn't have her family to keep her company. His objective was to get the facilities up and running before dealing with this woman. From that point on he'd figure out the rest.
Right now though... he had a pest to deal with.
Six walked up to Tyrian and stared at him flatly before backhanding him awake. He started with the same question and received nothing but a mere fit of laughter in return. A few minutes of it was suddenly cut short when he went to his bag and grabbed the pair of metal cutting pliers. He walked back to Tyrian and removed his shoes, placing them near him and wrapping his hand around his right foot.
"Who is your superior?" He asked.
"What? You going to give me a fingernail clipping? I've seen this tactic by some rogue Huntsmen countless times, go ahead." Tyrian grinned.
"I'm not a Huntsman." Six said calmly. He placed the pair of pliers against Tyrian's pinky toe and stared at him. With a little bit of pressure, the sickening sound of flesh being sliced and snapping of bone met his ears. Blood spurted from the wound and quickly coated the ground below a deep crimson color. A cry of agony was soon heard after and Six moved onto the next toe. He didn't listen to the plea and snapped off that one also, igniting another scream from his victim.
The pliers were coated with blood and it slowly dribbled off of the metal tool. Two toes strewn about in the pool of blood with the bone exposed. Six just calmly stood up and went to his bag, wrapping the wound in a bandage tightly to stop the bleeding. Several long minutes went by and the bleeding eventually stopped, making him grip Tyrian's head tightly and force him to look at him.
"Your resistance is futile. It is better to save yourself from the pain than to go through it. Your superior, who is it?" Six asked.
"When I get out of here, I'll come back. She might not take this failure so kind-" Tyrian didn't get to finish when Six cut off the middle toe. He choked on his spit and held in a shout of agony, staring with wide eyes when he looked at his mutilated foot. It was at this moment did he realize that the thing in front of him didn't care about how much pain was caused.
"It is a female, we are making progress. What is her name?" Six asked.
"T-Try harder..." Tyrian laughed as the aftershock of the pain started to run through his body. A sense of bliss entered it and just as quickly left. He seemed to realize his fatal mistake when he saw Six place the pliers on the next toe.
"..." Six just placed the pliers on his index toe and stare.
"W-wait. Don't-" Tyrian widened his eyes. Another scream seemed to force itself out of his throat when the slicing of flesh and snapping of bone assaulted his nervous system. A hand suddenly shot to his mouth to cut off the screaming and he could only stare at Six.
"No one is coming to save you. Not your superior, nor anyone else you associate with. You are alone in these woods with me." Six said as he got closer to Tyrian's face and stared at him. He took his hand off and asked the name of his superior, this time he wasn't met with a witty remark. Only silence and an averted look. All he did was place the pliers against the big toe and snap it off just like the rest, eliciting another howl of agony.
"You bastard..." Tyrian grit his teeth.
"It seems your aura is healing you enough so you don't bleed to death. This is informative..." Six observed the mutilated foot. He had guessed aura kept the user from dying and did what it could to repair the damage.
Tyrian felt a wave a slight horror engulf his body; he was being observed like a lab rat. Every ounce of him was being dissected and studied carefully.
"Goddess Salem..." He whispered quietly. Six heard him though.
"Tell me about her." Six ordered. He watched as Tyrian's eyes seemed to gleam brightly as he went into a rant on how great she was. Every amount of her was divine beyond all comprehension and he would do anything for her. Six saw a fanatical person ranting about a false god, something he would bend to his will. He listened more on how useful Tyrian was to her and saw this as an opportunity.
"You should be lucky you're even breathing the same air as her." Tyrian laughed.
"What makes you think you are?" Six asked.
"Please elaborate, my extravagant torturer." Tyrian chuckled.
"You had stated you are useful to her, correct?" Six asked.
"That is correct. My grace has given me the important task of handling some less than savory individuals." Tyrian nodded.
"Then what makes you think you're of much use to her now?" Six tilted his head.
"When I get out of here-" Tyrian started.
"That's if I let you out of here. Suppose I do feel merciful and let you go back to her, what use would you be to her? Not only did you fail your objective in killing me, but you also came back as nothing but a shell of your former self. Imagine what type of disappointment your goddess would hold in you should she see you in such a state." Six said callously. He wanted to see if this would work; he wasn't planning on letting Tyrian go after he took him apart. He wasn't some noble hero that let the villain go and come back later with knowledge of him. Information was needed, and he'd gladly step into the roll of a machine if it meant he got what he wanted.
He watched as Tyrian's eyes slowly widened in horror at the realization. The thought of failing Salem clouded his mind, so much that he didn't notice Six leave to go grab some things. If the monster torturing him did let him go, what would she think when he returned empty handed and missing half of his body? Tyrian didn't know it, but he was slowly starting to erode away.
Six just stared at him before going back and kneeling in front of him, untying him and throwing him onto the ground before placing his knee against his chest. A cloth was placed on shortly after.
"Her location, where is it?" He asked.
"You'll never find it." Tyrian sang. Yes, he was missing all the toes on his right foot and had some of his will shattered, but it would take more than that to truly break him.
"..." Six just stared before opening his canteen and pouring the water onto Tyrian's face. A choking noise met his ears and he watched Tyrian thrash his head around when the sensation of drowning engulfed him. His heart started to beat rapidly and he breathed harshly when the cloth was taken off his face and placed to the side. He looked up at Six and grinned before activating his semblance for a quick second and striking him repeatedly. His grin slowly dropped when he saw Six's shields recharge with a dull hum and he stared down at him.
"Wait, it was just a playful gesture-" Tyrian reached out with his left arm. Six gripped it tightly and twisted with all his might and bent it. A loud, sickening crack echoed in the area as he watched the bone snap violently and be exposed for all to see. He ignored the pained cry and started to pull. A shrill scream echoed throughout the wilderness as Six slowly tore Tyrian's arm off. It started to be held together by nothing but a simple strands of flesh and eventually it was torn and thrown away.
Six just stood up and backed up a bit as he watched Tyrian howl in agony while thrashing around as blood sprayed into the air. He sighed before walking up to the man and slamming his foot onto his face and breaking his nose. Tyrian's aura seemed to do it's best in slowing the bleeding but Six was quick to tend to the wound. It seemed he was being too messy with his torture and needed to correct that. He grabbed Tyrian and dragged him to the small river nearby before dunking his head under the water.
Water splashed as Tyrian thrashed around wildly. Thirty seconds later, Six brought his head up and watched as he took large gulps of air before dunking it back underneath the surface. Each time he did this, he would ask the location of Salem and any other information; each time he would be met with either silence or a witty remark. The wild thrashing would lessen and he would keep him under the water longer each time. He ignored the pleas and kept doing it until Tyrian started to talk, which he didn't. After some time, Six decided that was enough drowning for the day.
This was just one of the many days Six would rip a piece of Tyrian apart, and he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.
Tyrian wondered if he was in hell at this point. He looked at his body with a swollen face and couldn't help but give a hopeless chuckle. So far; all the toes on his right foot were cut off, his left arm was ripped off with pure strength alone, one of his eyes was nothing but a mutilated sight, his left shin was a broken mess, and his will was slowly starting to dwindle as the days went on. At first, he felt that sense of bliss whenever a wave of pain came and disappeared. Now all he felt was agony.
There was no pleasure in the pain anymore; he was hurting. No matter how defiant he felt, or how many times he had tried to escape, Six was always there to take another piece of him apart. It had been five days of back to back torture and he didn't know how much longer he could take. His low aura levels were the only thing keeping him alive at this point, it was enough to heal his most lethal wounds. He realized what Six did on his third day. It started with his legs so he couldn't run away should he break free, his eye so he couldn't see so well and was running half blind, and his arm so he couldn't fight back.
This... horrible machine was slowly ripping him apart so he was literally nothing but a steady source of information. Day in, day out, it was physical torture. His stomach rumbled from the lack of nourishment, and he started to feel ill. Possibly from an infection. The sound of boots impacting the ground softly made him look up to see Six staring down at him with a pair of pliers, though these were different. There was also a plate of food in his hand.
"You have given me information, but not as much as you should. If you cooperate, I will feed you." Six said calmly. That same robotic tone never left his voice and only at this moment did Tyrian realize that this... thing was something from his worst nightmares. An actual demon.
"Who's to say I won't give you the wrong information? You ripping me apart is something I didn't think I'd be able to handle, but alas-" Tyrian started. His eyes widened when Six gripped his mouth and forced it open. He felt the pliers grip one of his teeth and twist harshly, making him thrash around. There was a crack and the sound of tearing flesh before Six suddenly yanked out a tooth. Blood gushed from the exposed gum and he took the fork and started to stab the exposed nerve.
"This is getting tedious, Mr. Callows. We have been at this for five days. You are wasting time and I do not plan to be here any longer than what I wish. Give me what I want." Six merely said, he applied more pressure onto the nerve before suddenly taking the fork out. Tyrian spit out copious amounts of blood and the metallic taste was heavy on his tongue.
"What do you want exactly?" Tyrian grinned painfully.
"You know what I want." Six deadpanned.
"How about-" Tyrian stopped when Six suddenly stabbed in between his legs with the kukri. His eyes widened when when the blade started to trail upwards and hover over his most prized area. Slowly but surely, he could feel the blade start to pierce the fabric of his pants.
"If you lie or resist, I will not hesitate to mutilate your genitalia." Six said.
"Wait, wait, wait! Okay, I'll say something!" Tyrian cried out. Six listened intently as Tyrian slowly started to give him information, only pressing the blade further and letting it graze the flesh to get him to continue. He narrowed his eyes when he heard that there was an operative in each kingdom, with the exception of Vacuo. A man named Hazel in Mistral and a man named Arthur Watts in Atlas; there was talk about the latter recruiting a man named Merlot possibly being brought into the fray.
A sudden snap interrupted them and he quickly fired into one of the grenades around the perimeter, detonating it. The splinters suddenly spread out and a few Beowolves had gotten caught in the crossfire. All of their bodies disintegrated with an agonizing roar and the rest of the splinters detonated after several seconds.
Six just nodded in interest while Tyrian's eyes just slowly widened. Nothing was left of them, not even the ashes after their disintegration. Was that his fate? To be nothing but a mere speck of his former self?
"Continue." Six ordered.
"I don't think I will. That's the thing about back to back torture... you really can't step it up from here. You'll have to try harder than that." Tyrian grinned. Despite the slowly building horror in his system, he still hadn't revealed Salem's location and didn't intend to. He knew he was already dead if he returned empty handed, so the least he could do was buy his grace some time.
"That was merely physical torture. I still have yet to move onto the psychological." Six said evenly as he walked back to his bag.
"Wait... psychological?" Tyrian questioned.
"I do not believe I have misspoken. If you are not willing to give me her location, then I will move onto the next operative. You have given me enough to go off of." Six said as he brought out the concoction he made. He walked to the pile of meat on the plate and spread it on it, picking up the fork and sticking it in a chunk. He didn't care if Tyrian's eye cast a suspicious glare; all he did was force it into his mouth and making him swallow it. He kept force feeding the meat to him until it was gone and threw the plate somewhere.
"While I will admit, this was certainly an interesting take, I don't see how this is psychological torture." Tyrian laughed.
"It is merely a part of it. Aren't you curious what the meat was?" Six tilted his head at the faunus.
"Surprise me, I can take it-" He suddenly stopped when he saw something past Six.
A familiar appendage resting near the fire, a chunk of it looked like it had been cut off. His breathing started to quicken as he stared in horror at his missing tail and the plate. Bile seemed to creep up into his throat and he had the urge to vomit. As he gagged, his mouth was suddenly forced shut tightly and he stared up at his captor. This time though, it felt like he was staring into the abyss. Little droplets of puke seemed to escape his mouth but the majority of it was kept inside, forcing him to swallow it back down and shudder at the feeling. Once it was clear it was down, the hand came off his mouth and he saw Six back up.
"You damned psycho!" He screamed.
"... It will take some time for the effects of the hallucinogenic to occur. Should you reveal anymore information, then it is merely an added bonus. It won't kill you, as you had not taken an unhealthy dosage, but I am curious to see the effects of it." Six ignored the insult towards him. Ironic how the serial killer, the one who would butcher people for sheer joy was calling him a psycho.
All he did was leave him there screaming in horror, then began to pick up his items and a pair of Tyrian's bloody pincers then pack them into his bag. He went up to Tyrian and slammed his fist into his face, rendering him unconscious, then tied him up tightly. He threw his cloak on then dragged him across the ground to another location, further into the woods.
He'd scatter the rest of his body across the wild. Some animals needed to eat after all.
Six listened to Tyrian scream in terror for the last few hours as he continued to drag him. The effects of the plant seemed to have kicked in and he was being nothing but a nuisance to the Spartan. He screamed whatever little information he had on Salem and kept blubbering how useful he still was. It soon turned to pitiful crying and he kept apologizing to what seemed like his victims, saying he was just doing as he was told, that it was nothing personal. This continued on for the next few hours, before Six had enough of his ramblings.
Quick as a viper, he wrapped his fingers around Tyrian's tongue and yanked it out with all his might. A shrill, horrified howl of agony erupted from the man and he flailed around in his bindings. Grimm that approached were swiftly dealt with and he turned his attention back to the sniveling sack of flesh beneath him. Six just watched as he gave more pitiful sobs as blood gushed from his mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Tyrian howled wildly.
"..." Six just watched as the man slowly broke down and sobbed, before he went silent after a while. He saw the remaining eye have a glossed over look and bent down to stare at him. It suddenly dilated when it caught sight of him and the look of absolute terror filled it, making him tilt his head. He watched as Tyrian tried to crawl away and hold his hand up in a pleading manner while backing away. All he did was slowly approach and step on his chest, eliciting a painful gasp. He applied pressure and listened to several ribs snap loudly, creating a loud howl.
He had successfully broken the man at this point, and he wasn't needed anymore. It took longer than what he had initially expected, but he got what he needed. He ignored the cries and howls before suddenly gripping Tyrian's throat tightly. A choked gasp was heard and he squeezed slowly. Blood started to seep between his fingers and pitiful slaps of retaliation were given before he gripped even tighter. With a sudden jerk and the sound of tearing flesh, a bloody throat was suddenly in Six's hand. A wet gurgle from the victim below him made him look down with a flat expression.
All he did was grip Tyrian's head and rip it off slowly, ignoring the wet gurgles and gushing of blood. Pretty soon, it tore off and he stared at the head before throwing it into a fallen tree. He bent down to the body and started to skin it viciously then tied the rope around its legs before throwing it onto a sturdy branch. Around an hour later; a mutilated, skinless corpse was suspended by its feet in the dead of night with the head somewhere nearby. After staring at it for a minute, he turned away and started to walk back towards the settlement.
Slowly but surely, the hate he had been harboring unknowingly started to dissipate from his system. After several minutes, it was gone and he felt a sudden weight come off his shoulders. The cold, unrelenting rage that had seemed to take over was quelled and he returned to normal. The physical torture was to get information about this woman and her subordinates, but the psychological one was for Myne's family and whatever unfortunate victims suffered from this man. He was never one to let his hate get the better side of him, but the bastard deserved it.
Every ounce.
As he walked and suddenly found a trail, he stopped when he heard a noise in front of him. He saw that wolf again and it stared at him while he did the same. It's snout was covered in blood and some dripped off onto the ground, same as his hands. The two of them stared at one another for some time before they started to approach one another calmly. Just like before, they passed without ever showing a hostile gesture and looked back at one another. It disappeared shortly after as did he.
Maybe it was meant to be a representation of himself? He didn't know. All he knew was that he didn't see it go back on the path and look at his retreating figure, with a small pup coming out and sitting next to it.
Hello everyone, it has been a while; much longer than what some are used to. Don't have much to say other than hope you all are having a wonderful time and I hope you guys at least enjoy some of this chapter. I don't know how I did to be honest, it definitely took a darker turn than what I was originally hoping for. Then again, this story was meant to be a tad darker than some of the others. To be honest, I like stories like that. Anyways, I'm rambling, let's get onto the reviews.
Sm0kePanda: Here you go.
whatsupman: Indeed he has. Sorry if the actual hunt wasn't that good. A part of me didn't want to drag the chapter out too long.
finalwarrior24: One, but I probably should have made it two.
Janne Rolfe Jalandoni: You're a magnificent bugger.
Dead344156: You're amazing as always.
free man writer: Indeed. I'll try to keep your attention, stay safe comrade.
VinniTheP00h: That made me chuckle. Literal pieces.
Crescentation: You made me laugh really hard. I needed that.
Fenrir Wylde Razgriz: Yeah, each chapter gets longer, but not too long to be boring.
Gunbladez19: Indeed.
Akin2018: Thank you.
Lechain: Tyrian didn't want to draw too much attention. Yes, he could've killed her, the townspeople were there almost instantly. If that's not good enough, then I apologize and will try to improve in the future.
Main117: Indeed.
Czechus: It was indeed painful. Here's the chapter, and I apologize for both apologizing and if the chapter isn't up to par.
ShadowSpartan000: Indeed.
Dovahwolf13: He didn't.
Valerious Lake: Yeah, it actually pained me to write that. You have no idea how much pain it brought me, which is odd since I know I shouldn't get too attached.
KnightHunter911700: I don't really know how to handle the interactions with Ozpin, I'll think of something. About revealing the armor, Six probably won't do it for the world. He prefers to be anonymous as possible to avoid attention, it's just how he is.
YOUGOTAWARFACE: Indeed he has, sorry if the hunting segment wasn't that great.
captaindickscratcher: Wow, that's a long review, not that I don't mind it. You also bring up some interesting points.
Winnie the Pooh: I thought about it, but I don't know.
Thel310: I have not, although I do plan on it. I enjoyed watching videos on it before I got my Xbox and PC.
Christian Breffle: Nice.
InfernoKnightmare: He did rip and tear him apart, so that's good. Good luck on your mission in the Grimm lands.
Gundam-Knight-Chris: He did, enough for him to give up Salem.
darkromdemon: She actually might have to.
Confederate Soldier CSA: That's something I'd like to experiment on, his interactions with Myne.
JCarrasco: I will.
Malgrath: It has been done, comrade.
Rogue-eL: Sorry, believe me, I didn't want to do it either. It actually pained me to write that, but it does go to show that even characters like them can be caught in the crossfire.
daggercloak000: It has been done.
forthose8675309: Yeah, you really pointed it out. This chapter might have some of the same issues since I'm not feeling so well, mentally I mean, but I did try to avoid repeating myself so much. I also tried to give a decent reaction to Six's view to the murder. Sorry if's not up to par.
Ghostly: You got me with that.
Lord Demolitions: If I did do that, it's probably Maaya. Chances are high that he won't but if it was anyone, it'd probably be her first.
Guest: No, that was Myne who was kidnapped. Myne was kidnapped which prompted Six to go save her.
Guest: Indeed he is. I'll do something about explaining his intentions with the White Fang.
MarauderPrime12: I don't.
Blaze1992: That's too good for the sack of flesh.
MysticMauler: Here it is.
Reader: Sorry, mate. That was a nice review to read, it certainly brought some things into perspective. I agree about everyone calling for the death, tried to satisfy you guys without going super dark on my part.
Raikaguken: Because Tyrian's a crazed serial killer and it fit the darker theme of the story.
Crainium9: Six and the Monitor's equipment are made of different material from the things from Remnant. His weapons have a greater damage output and Six's armor and natural strength give him an edge. It's not that he is simply able to bypass aura since it takes him a few hits, he just does more damage since he's a Spartan. If you're talking about him having aura, then it's because he's not from Remnant. In this story, only inhabitants from Remnant are able to possess aura.
scottusa1: Thanks, laters.
Mortarion The Death Lord: I tried a bit for his character. While he's not emotional as some, he's not completely emotionless. He's just really reserved and has a general professional outlook on things. Sorry if the fight scene isn't that great. Fight scenes are something I'd like to improve upon in the future.
RememberReach312: He never does.
yangn33: The chances of him dropping her off to Summer and Tai are really low. I liked that ding dong thing you did there. As for the danger, yeah, I tried to paint it as realistic as possible while still keeping some aspects of fantasy. So I'd say more along the lines of dark fantasy, which is possibly my favorite genre.
O: I enjoy reading about your guys' debate, painted a good perspective on how people see Ironwood.
rvbrwby: That was my intention, I'm glad you caught onto that.
Just a reader: I thought about doing that to be honest, but I like the way you think when it comes to punishment.
That guy0101: That's certainly interesting. I'd have to do some research since I've only heard about that once.
Elmoslayer569: Here's some more.
RIP AND TEAR: KAR EN TUK
Band0g: I was actually listening to that when writing some of this chapter like a week ago.
GunnerRabbit: I plan on doing something along those lines in the future...
ADAMU KADOMON (Kana Yoshizawa/ Shiranui Mizuki): Goddamn, you never cease to amaze me with those analysis skills. Anyways, I do enjoy those so thanks for reviewing.
47: He didn't.
BigRig2.0: Thanks.
Amir2000: So are a lot of people.
Crocodile59: Didn't mean to make it seem like that.
SuperSaiyajin4Vegeta: I prefer along the lines of morally gray. Sorry if the Tyrian fight wasn't that great, some fight scenes aren't my specialty.
Josephi: Death warrant indeed.
HIGHWAY BLOSSOMS: That is a rather terrifying thought.
The Doom Slayer: Well shit, guess I have no choice but to rip and tear.
Guest: No, it's not just you. I'm sure someone else feels the same way.
B0RD3RLANDS: That is certainly informative.
Victor John Foxfire: They'll have to eventually. Yeah, I like to give snip its of what Six is feeling after the fall of Reach. After all, he has to remember it.
VGBlackwing: That is certainly a good review, I hope this chapter satisfies you.
Air of Infinity: Sorry if the hunt portion wasn't that good.
Somerandomperson: If he had one, but he doesn't so he'll just have to improvise.
Guest: He probably wouldn't record himself at all. Six isn't one to like being tracked and doing that would put him on everyone's radar.
Oof doof: Whoa, it was just a suggestion.
Foxcomm: Indeed.
MysticMauler: Holy shit... it has been. Thanks.
archive4465: You're amazing.
Guest: I'll try to keep his character like that.
UN Peacekeeper: That would be a sight for everyone to enjoy.
Anduneuial: Oof, my heart. It has been wounded.
Wow, that was a lot of reviews, it's all good though. So, I know you all don't really like me apologizing but I have to for this chapter. If it isn't up to par, then sorry fight scenes are not my specialty but I'll try to improve. Otherwise, thanks for reviewing this much, you guys are amazing.
On an unrelated note, should I get Green Hell or GTFO. Those two games have been on my mind for the last few days and I really can't decide. There's also the fact that I'm excited for Pyramid Head on Dead by Daylight, so that's another thing to look forward to. Anyways, you guys rock and stay safe. I'll catch you all in the next chapter. Take it easy, you guys. See ya.
