Protectors- Wrath of The Stranger

Chapter Eight: Ruin- Act Two

The chilly night air billowed through the massive hole in the prison walls. The few guards that remained fired upon a massive figure who strolled nonchalantly towards them. Bullets broke his skin, but the wounds healed as if they had never existed. Bjorn grabbed one guard by the throat, smiling as the man's organs began to freeze, condemning him to a slow and painful demise. Kinetic had grabbed a gun from the deceased guard, opening fire on the remaining opponents. Even as his crew's lifeless bodies hit the ground, the guard with the frozen organs struggled to his feet, sheer will keeping him standing. He pulled a knife from his belt, swinging it at Bjorn. Chimera appeared, flipping the man over his knee, the frozen interior crunching against Jones' solid bones, killing the last guard,

"He almost had you, Mägna," Jones chuckled, his eyes fixed on the hole in the wall that they would use to escape, "Guess she wasn't able to heal your mind all of the way, huh,"

"You forget, Jones," Bjorn retorted, "I still have my old powers. He couldn't have seriously hurt me,"

Jones balled his fists. His only motive was to gain powers of his own. The power of Chimera had made him the most powerful being on earth for a short time, but had been snatched from him due to his weakest personality's flaws,

"No need to fight, gentlemen," Kinetic interrupted, revelling in the kill, "It's our chance to escape, no reason to waste it,"

"Prick," Jones mumbled angrily,

"I'm going to rip out your throat if you don't shut up," Kinetic said, all mirth gone from his voice, "so, what will it be?"

Jones' fingers tightened on his serrated switchblade as Kinetic pulled back the safety on his gun. Kinetic fired just as Jones threw the blade, both projectiles determined on the kill. The High Priestess sliced the bullet in half, just as she caught Jones' knife, two fingers holding the spinning blade still,

"We have a battle to end," she said briskly, tossing the knife back to Jones, "and I need the three of you for our plan,"

"Anyway, miss," Bjorn said softly, "how do you know he'll come out for this, and how do you know that we can push him to his limits,"

"With the powers I gave the three of you, he won't have any chance of winning unless he uses all of his strength," she replied, "alone, I would not have a chance, but that is because my abilities do not include the things that make you special,"

A limousine pulled up at the gap in the wall, the strange arm of a werewolf hanging from the driver's window,

"Ready, gentlemen?"

Spirit leapt backwards, firing bolt after bolt of energy at her foe. The werewolf's hide and healing factor made it very difficult to hurt it, but Spirit was making progress, albeit slowly. A dirty claw caught her in a moment of hesitation, slicing a small wound on her arm,

"Blood," a gravelly growel came from the wolf's mouth as it licked the bloody claw,

Blood-lust took over, and the beast sprang, pure rippling muscle and primal instincts, breaking through magical barriers and attacks as if they were nothing. Spirit slammed a fist on the ground, sending the granules of road flying upwards, shredding through the wolf's skull. Even though it was dead, the foe continued on, driven by something beyond the ordinary capacity,

"These bastards are tough," an SCD agent muttered, fighting off a wolf with a pistol, "they just don't stay down,"

With a powerful stance, the agent picked up the werewolf, throwing it into Spirit's foe. Deprived of movement to drive it on, the headless wolf was finally still, gone from this world. Draedon was not doing as well against his foe. He did not have anything on him that could kill a wolf, bar the pistol that one of the SCD agents had handed him. He ducked a blow from a werewolf, firing into its chest, but the bloodlusted monster did not react. If anything, it only hit harder, pummelling Draedon with bloody attacks,