Fall of Earth - Awakening

The Warehouse

   Cyan woke with a start on the rotten mattress, grimacing as he felt hundreds of tiny pin points of pain shoot through his arm from his shoulder. Komedy and Havok weren't planning on staying long, so they had just scavenged the immediate area around the warehouse for meagre supplies. As such it wasn't a very comfortable place, but it served its purpose. Looking over at his armour laid carefully on the ground, Cyan looked at the unscratched metal. He had taken pride as an operative that he had never been hit by the enemy, not even glanced.

"Wakey wakey," Komedy called out as he pulled back the curtain that Cyan had been using for privacy. There were no rooms in the place, only masking tape that Komedy had meticulously placed down to mark out all of the different areas. "How are you feeling?' Cyan noticed that he was wringing his hands as he asked the question.

"A little sore, but otherwise, not too bad, how about you?" he asked in return. The pains in his shoulder were rapidly subsiding, an aftereffect of the processes that Medcore had put him through. Komedy just shrugged and began to head back to the centre of the room.

"Same, though I would feel a lot better once we're out of this city," he replied. "We're going to be heading off not long after I contact my employer and receive further orders, they have a ride organised for us to head to Europe."

Cyan nodded and walked past Komedy to the 'mess hall' as was written down in spray paint. There he found a slight surprise. As usual Havok was wearing his full mask and helmet, however he had removed his armour and had crossed out Komedy's writing and replaced it with 'sparring ring'.

"I know, it almost tore my heart out to watch him desecrate my beautiful labels," Komedy groaned. Cyan looked over at him, trying to tell if the man was joking or not. "Anyway, thought you might appreciate it since you said you wanted some training in the morning. Havok's going to be your first opponent, I kind of want to keep my face where it is right now."

Komedy only spared a glance over his shoulder as Cyan began stretching his arms to get ready to begin sparring with the other. Pressing a small communicator bud into his ear, he heard the dial tone as it began to ring his employer automatically.

"Since you're contacting me, I assume that you've managed to secure Cyan?" the voice of his employer asked, to which Komedy nodded. The voice that came through with startling clarity was deep, and telling of the man's older age.

"Yeah, he's just sparring Havok now, so he should be occupied for a little bit while I get everything ready to go," Komedy replied, though he whirled around when he heard a crashing sound from behind him, seeing Havok stagger as he got back to his feet, a large dent in the metal wall to which he had been thrown against. "Or maybe not, hang on. Havok, martial arts, use them!"

"Just remember, if you cannot retrieve Cyan, then you must bring back the sword," the voice continued as Komedy half listened, watching the fight with a small amount of concern. "We can't make any moves until we have either of those in our possession."

Havok glared back at Komedy as the man returned to his conversation. Turning back to Cyan, he could see the amusement in the young man's eyes and rushed forward once more. This time, however, instead of opening with a wild swing and getting thrown, he slid to a stop a swept low, attempting to displace Cyan's footing. The other skipped back, keeping his distance from his opponent while he measured his reach and reaction timing, only darting forwards to test Havok's defences.

The testing continued for until Havok grew impatient, frustrated at his lack of progress. Over extending once more, he grabbed Cyan's arm after a jab and dragged him forwards, his elbow waiting to slam into his opponent's face, however Cyan proved to be even faster still.