Drip, Drop (PADX fanfic)

Chapter 4: Genetically Engineered

Chapter 4: Genetically Engineered

Before any of them could react, Shiro moved like lightning and the group found themselves hidden in close by places. Lance was shoved into a metal cabinet, Ace and Tiger were shoved under the table, Garnet was tossed under a desk, and Klein was successfully knocked into a crate. Shiro undid his bo staff and he turned to see the newcomers.

"What the hell? What are you doing here brat?" Shiro turned to see three men, two dragonoids and a human. Each of them wearing dark outfits, and armed with pistols, one had a rifle. One of the dragonoids even had a combat knife sheathed near his chest.

"Exploration, however, you are not simple thieves. That equipment, mercenaries are you not? Who hired you?" Shiro asked, one of the dragonoids chuckled.

"And why should we tell you that? Just scram kid, you're out of your league." Shiro's grip on his staff just tightened.

"I refuse, in fact, I will tell the authorities. I have remembered your faces. So your best course of action would be to kill me. So I don't see any harm in telling me your employer if I'm going to die." Shiro said, the other dragonoid raised an eyebrow with mild interest.

"You have balls kid. I will tell you that, but we're not taking any risks here. So, I think I'll just kill you." In a flash, that dragonoid was gone, Shiro swung up his staff and blocked the pistol that was aiming for his head. Angered, the attacking dragonoid recoiled and aimed his pistol again, shooting at Shiro as the latter dodged each attack. The dragonoid got close and pressed the gun against Shiro's head. Only for the sound of a blade slicing flesh echo through the room.

The dragonoid dropped his pistol as Shiro's naginata blade unsheathed from the staff and pierced the dragonoid's chest. The wound definitely punctured the heart or at least a lung. The dragonoid gasped before falling to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming under him. The remaining two mercenaries looked in shock, before the man growled.

"You fucking brat!" The man yelled charging forward with his rifle. He aimed at Shiro and fired, only for Shiro to duck grab the rifle and yanked the man forward to deliver a headbutt to the other's skull. Shiro took a breath while the man recoiled in pain from the blow. The other dragonoid shook his head before running in to aid the man. He unsheathed his combat knife and swung it down, Shiro blocked it with his still blood covered blade and shoved back the rifle with the end of his staff. The man yelled as he fired again, in random directions, luckily not hitting any of the hiding spots. However, as he managed to get a lock on Shiro's head, he fired, only for Shiro to duck last minute and the bullet to enter the skull of the other dragonoid instead. The dragonoid's knife fell to the ground with his body with a dull thud. Blood slowly pouring from the newly made hole in his forehead.

The man froze for a moment as he witnessed the action, Shiro took advantage and yanked the rifle out of his hands. He flung it to the other side of the room and punched the man in the gut before shoving him against the wall.

"Now, care to tell me who you are working for? Or would you rather end up like them?" Shiro asked, the man growled and glared, but sighed.

"I'm no idiot, we don't know who we're working for, just some wacko saying he's going to become a powerful god or something. He offered us a lot of money for whatever dragons callers we could capture. He even sent one of his 'assistants' to aid us. While he did make our progress go a lot quicker with less fuss, I swear that kid has a screw loose or something." The man said.

"Was the name of the assistant Potent?" Shiro asked, the man looked at him surprised.

"As a matter of fact, yes. That is what he called himself." The man said, Shiro sighed.