The controlled explosion had only half succeeded, the beast was injured, but not dead. He made the short trek up to the bomb site, the ground was charred and the trees were felled, tumbled down like bowling pins. There was blood everywhere, his scanners picked it up reading the data trying to match the DNA with anything, all he got was mixed signals, no records nothing. This beast did not exist, which raised questions, what was it? The crimson puddles revealed acidic traits, corrosive. Interesting, and dangerous. Renton picked up on the monsters trail as it had made its way free of the recently made clearing. He was barely out of the brush when he heard the howl of pain. It reminded him of his own injury, he looked to his left arm.
He could see the split in his armour, the beasts claw struck fierce, his prosthetic skin had also been severed, but it did not make way to the shell of his bionic arm. In a way he was thankful he had already lost it, otherwise he feared it may of been a bit disastrous. The foam was doing its job on sealing the wound and stopping blood loss so he paid little attention to it. He needed to have his head in the game, for this was what it was, all a game, not murder, more like chess. Strategic. Play to others weaknesses. Plus he had children to think about, they had already lost their mother. He followed the blood trail, remembered the howl and wondered if the beast was already dead. He knew it surely wasn't the explosion that did it, otherwise he would of been standing over an already dead body. It was safe to assume a trick, or a third player, after all there was almost a dozen of them in there. What was not to say another predator took his prey?
Either way he looked to his power gauge which fueled his suit with Constantine's energy. It was still pretty high at 99% (the 1% used on a test run a year ago before the monks), and so he turned the heat up a little, he felt it course through the suit, bestowing powers unto Renton, the likes of which he had never felt. He was feeling invincible, energy pulsed around him, it was wonderful, he never had any powers, he wondered whether Constantine had always felt this... Magnificent. Slight jealousy clouded his minds eye. That was when he came across her, the supposed third party. She was young, cute and injured. Rent would of placed her at around 18, not far off his own age. His heart dropped a little when he saw her abdomen gashed open clearly by a clawed hand. The beast.
Though something did not feel right, it was not adding up. How could she take down such an animal so easily, after he had tried so hard. That was when the final piece of the jigsaw slotted into place, as always his suit was ten times better than him and it had been working furiously for a solution. The DNA, it matched, hers in the gash and the monsters in the forest. Shapeshifter! That was why it did not register as any known creature, why there were mixed signals. She was not to be trusted, her body posture did not reveal anything, if he did not have the technological eye than she would have surely assassinated him. He had to play it clever, like a true Brit, first things first, spring the trap! He played into her hands, she probably thought it was all going swimmingly. She was not the only one that could lie. He offered her the help she so desperately needed, he promised he would fix her and not her, that he would take her away from here and keep her safe. He turned his back to lead her away.
For a short second he wondered whether this teenage girl would actually sway him whether he were a forty year old man who had already served so much with little more to give. Whether he had already raised his daughter and knew the pain that comes with it and the fatherly protective feel of reassuring any daughter figure. But being so young and ripe, the relentless Renton that he was he cared little for her situation, for her parents predicament. For he was in the exact same position. His power dial turned up once more, discretely. He removed a detachable item from his belt, an explosive of his own. Small with big consequences. He did not know exactly what was going to happen next, or how well he'd be at the end of it. He had never flown before, but he knew the suit worked by his thought. Time to think. He cleared his minds eye. He pulled out a gun from his belt, the stand off was now.
He spun and she attacked, his finger was on the trigger of the explosive cooking it. Bullets whizzed past and contacted, he did not know how many times he was hit but he knew he hadn't got any shields up in time to block the worst of it. His mind was sent rocketing, banging inside his skull, they found places in his shoulder again, pressing against the already weakened armour, pushing him back. He shot wildly at the not so innocent girl as well aiming for the gut. He was trying to leap back, initiate flight. He dropped the explosive at her feet, ready to blow, just before he felt searing pain once more, he saw his own blood splatter as the sword penetrated his prosthetic skin and bionic structure and wiped clean the phalanges of his little and ring finger. He regretted getting the scientists to make the left arm feel as real as before the explosion. He was flying backwards very gracelessly, he was still firing until the clip ran free, he was barely a meter away when the explosive went off, trigger a series of explosions all around in his predestined trap. The explosion blasted him free of the map up into the force fields barrier, he fell unconscious into the water below.
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