The Action Comes To The Blue Asura... @Closed:Roseusmiles
An lone man, with an skull of a bear stitched to the front of the purple cowboy hat, walks the rugged grounds of an foreign land, as the Sun, the living symbol of scorching plasma of Apollo in the cosmos, shines its light on the land and the shadows are cast upon. Even on the man walking on the path towards an city of Cocoon, gets the casting of light and shadow on his very shape.
As he gets to the city, what he sees is a city under siege, with the shattering of rockets hitting their targets, or missing them and hitting something else. Bullets whistles through the ear shots of the hat-wearing male, which are familiar to him. But, something is different about this scenery and it caught the man’s eyes as soon as he got to the city. The city is above a lake and the sun’s light is not reaching one inch of the city, as it is surrounded by million year old rock, like a vast cave and the man have walked through none to get to here. And the lake below is frozen as well.
The man then proceeds to climb down to the frozen lake below, by the rocks and a pair of two spikes helped him out, while he slides down. As he lands his feet on the ice, a slight cold reaches through the black, laced military-like boots and underneath the cross-crissed designed kilt, black & white in color. It does not make the man flinched though and he starts to walk when he hears the sound of weapons being positioned and the sound of men seeing him, by his right. These are sounds the man is all too familiar.
“You! Get your hands behind your head!”, one of the 7 soldiers in armor, and wearing strange-looking helmets, ordered out. The man, 5′0″, slowly gets his hands behind his head as he move his eyes to see what it is going on right now. “Don’t turn your head either!”
“...You are not going to even question why a stranger is here and what his name is, captain?”
“Hey! Are you really going to talk about questions!? Huh?! HUH?!”
“I would not say that with that type of corniness. The name is Earl Zolubu by the way“
{BGM: Fodders dies when facing Earl~}
In a swift motion, the short man gets his right arm to his waist and pull out a spiked chain, with a hooks at the end, that glows a pale light blue color, to stab the soldier directly in the jugular of his neck and swing him around in a fast speed, to knock down the other soldiers by the arms. As their guns fly off their hands, Zolubu gets three more spiked and hooked chains in his hands, get two on each hand, and position his body to be ready for combat, by arch his back forwards, with his weapons in hand. The captain lays over to the right, bleeding out a pool of blood from the wound he got from the chain weapon of Earl and a added snapped neck from the swing to knock the weapons out of the other soldiers’ hands, silently dying.
“Now, since you look like the assholes of a corrupt society’s military, I will send you to depths of Hades!”
“...Shut him up, men!”, right when one of the 6 remaining troops finishes his sentence and the soldiers were quick to grab their firearms, the man throws his chains over to hook on to his chest and gets a helmet breaking headbutt from Earl, bolting by chain, and split his head in two, muscle and all. Earl felt some bullets hitting his cybernetic right arm and rolls towards the shooter to uppercut him and break his jaw in half with his steel hand. Then, Earl hooks him too and throws him overhead to get two more guys by the head, back first, and upon hitting the icy ground, the back of the skulls of the two men cave in and the hooked soldier’s spine and the back of his rib cage just shatters. The last soldier comes behind, gets a small knife from his leg scabbard, and stabbed Earl in the back. “Argh! You fucker..!!”
Earl’s anger sparked as pain rushes through his body, gets the man in a choke-hold, and twists his head three times, before ripping the head off, neck-first, bare-handed. Earl takes the knife out of his back, lets out a heavy sign, and calms down with a few inhaling and exhaling, as he takes out a small capsule from his kilt pocket. “...He did not hit that deep. ” Earl open the capsule, take off his black dress shirt, and pour only a bit of an clear liquid, that gets on the running bit of black blood. “Can’t go anywhere without this antibiotic capsule.” He then puts the capsule’s cap back on, put it back in his kilt pocket, put his set of spiked chain hooks away on his holster on his gray kilt belt, takes a look around the killed soldiers and lets out a sigh, with a look of disappointment on his face. “...Don’t go behind me, soldiers. Death will always come with that action, from me. Rest in the River of Styx, men of this mysterious city.” The man known as Earl Zolubu, the son of Hades, continues his walk through the frozen lake, inside the massive cavern and its city above it...
