Protectors- Consequence

Chapter Eight: Another World

Zavant was not cordial, but neither was he aggressive, which the duo took to be a good thing. The office inside the portal was exactly how they remembered, a spacious place, with a large bottle of whiskey standing tall and half-empty on the desk. He was not wearing his blue armour, opting instead for a black suit without a tie, a crumpled white shirt diminishing his professional appearance. Spirit made to walk through the portal, but caught herself, looking back to the ongoing battle between Chimera and Noctum, which had become obvious that Noctum was losing. The vigilante's strikes missed their marks, with Jones' body vibrating to avoid them, Chimera's ruthless fighting style pushing back the trained and vicious boy. Turning away from Zavant, the duo approached Chimera, but before they could make it, something erupted from the floor, firing off bullets erratically. Spirit ground the gears of time to a halt instinctively, gasping in shock when Jones began to pummel Noctum, who was none the wiser. She instantly resumed time, but it was too late, Noctum tumbled to the ground, his molecules still shaking as his heart was stopped. Zavant called out in rage, but it was not enough to disrupt the chaos that ensued, with the thing that had fallen through the ground revealing itself to be Greiger, 

"Bastard," Greiger called out at Chimera, "he's mine to kill,"

His bullets had run out, and he threw the gun aside before charging with uncanny speed, barely leaving Jones enough time to begin his vibration, Greiger charging right through him. He solidified himself to pick up his knife, slashing at Greiger, but the cyborg was faster, catching the knife and managing to land a blow on Chimera. He staggered backwards, using the momentum to push forwards with a barrage of expert punches, all of which failed to even phase the werewolf. Greiger made to punch Chimera again, but it was as if his body had shrunk a little, become more agile. He dashed around Greiger, avoiding punches and retaliating with the occasional punch,

"You aren't even strong enough to make me try," Greiger stated, connecting a punch with NightHawk's shoulder, one powerful enough to shatter his left arm,

With the cunning NightHawk's personality, however, it was not about the physical combat. Grenades are quite the loud explosive, designed so that shrapnel will fly from the point of explosion and do some serious damage. The ones that NightHawk had expertly placed over Greiger's body would have torn an ordinary person to shreds, but the cyborg's werewolf hide and alloy composition nullified the force of the blast, whilst causing the shrapnel to bounce cleanly off, leaving but a few scars. Claws bit deeply into Jones' skin as Greiger's animal instincts kicked in, and he savaged the body of his foe, ripping and tearing during the split second that it took to begin vibrating. Jones did not allow his feet to be stable this time, falling into the sewers before solidifying, splashing into the stinking mess below. Rightening himself, Greiger dusted himself off, striding quickly over to the bound Kinetic, who had just healed from his wounds, struggling to get the momentum to break free of his makeshift prison. Greiger secured the metal again, before turning to the others,

"I assume this is the doing of that idiotic man," He said, his voice free from aggression for the first time, "he is of no concern, other than getting back to the main timeline, which I assume we will need to cooperate to do,"

"It is in our best interests to cooperate," Shaine spoke formally, as if to mock Greiger, "but I honestly don't give a shit. You died five years ago, so tell us how you came back and I might just go along with your teamwork plan,"

"If you are thinking of reviving a dead friend," Greiger began, "The process only worked due to my werewolf genetics, which allowed my body to slowly regenerate, it took a lot of effort from my benefactor to help me regain my brain function,"

"And I assume you won't be telling us the name of your mysterious benefactor,"

"I see no reason to withhold that information," Greiger replied, "Her name is Annabelle Stone, the dear sister to the High Priestess,"