Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S3 - 10. [A Prisoner's Dilemma]

With the captured enemy strapped to a chair, Katsuki wasted no time in extracting the information he needed. But as he leaned in to interrogate them, a sudden explosion rocked the room, sending debris flying in all directions.

Reacting with lightning-fast reflexes, Katsuki sprang into action, shielding himself and his valuable captive from the blast as he assessed the situation. Through the smoke and chaos, he caught sight of a group of armed men storming the room, their weapons trained on him and the captive.

Without hesitation, Katsuki launched himself into the fray, his fists and feet moving with deadly precision as he fought off his attackers. Each blow landed with bone-crushing force, sending his adversaries reeling as he carved a path through their ranks.

But the mercenaries were relentless, their numbers overwhelming as they closed in on Katsuki from all sides. Bullets whizzed past him, narrowly missing their mark as he dodged and weaved through the hail of gunfire.

He flipped about, drawing fire towards the opposite side of the warehouse. They'd come to silence his captive, he wasn't going to chance a stray bullet killing off his new lead.

With no time to spare, Katsuki pulled out one of his pistols, bashing the closest assistant over the head. They fell hard and he quickly shot them in the back.

With a few more shots, he lodged bullets into two others, making them falter. Gunshots came in reply, making his body jerk with each one.

As the battle raged on, Katsuki's adrenaline surged, fueling his every move as he unleashed a barrage of devastating blows upon his enemies. With each strike, he drew closer to victory.

Finally, with the last of his adversaries defeated, Katsuki stood victorious amidst the wreckage of the room, his chest heaving with exertion as he surveyed the aftermath of the fierce battle. Though battered and bruised, he knew that he had emerged triumphant, his skills as a warrior unmatched and his determination unwavering in the face of danger.

Most of them were just unconscious, so as he made eye contact with his captive, he began to move around, kicking off each assailants helmets and with a grin that couldn't be seen through the mask, shooting each of them in the head. Blood splatters coated him.

It felt so good.

Katsuki turned his attention fully to the captive and with a clenched jaw, he leaned in close to the captive. "Now, you're going to tell me everything" He growled, his voice low and menacing.

But the captive remained defiant, their lips sealed tight as they stared back at him with cold indifference despite what they'd just witnessed. With a frustrated snarl, Katsuki lashed out, delivering a swift and powerful slap that sent the captive reeling.

But the captive was no pushover, and they fought back with equal ferocity, their mouth kept closed no matter what he did. It was a battle of wills, each combatant refusing to back down as they clashed in a brutal struggle for dominance.

As the fight for information raged on, the sound of fists meeting flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by grunts of exertion and cries of pain. Blood was spilled, bruises formed. Katsuki pressed on, his own resolve unyielding as he refused to be deterred by the obstacles in his path.

Finally, with one strike, Katsuki pulled out one of his already bloody knives and plunged it deep into their thigh. Gasping for breath, they looked up at him with a howl of pain and defeat, the resistance finally broken.

With a triumphant smirk, Katsuki leaned in close, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, let's try this again," he said, his tone filled with menace. "Who's in charge of this bullshit?"

And this time, the captive knew better than to defy him. With a defeated sigh, they began to spill their secrets. "Lo- Look all I know is their name. He goes by- He goes by Ajax. Never met 'im"

"Bullshit" Katsuki snapped, twisting the knife that was still lodged in his captive's thigh. A scream echoed in the air.

"I- I'm- I'm tellin' the truth! Really! Please!"

Standing back a step, he studied their face. "Alright, let's say you're telling the truth. What do you have for me? What d'you have that's worth your life?"

They hesitated for a moment, eyes flickering to the corpses around them. Maybe he should've waited to kill them?

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