Tides Of Protomis XIV

A new Opponent- The Middle Myron Brother

Soon after the two came in contact, one was already beginning his plan of attack, bending his knees. Arctaius sprung forward, gliding over the roof below him. Directly toward Kadmos. As well, drawing his right fist back, continuing to build momentum. As he reached close range, his fist shot out, aimed at his opponent’s chest. But, to his surprise, his opponent dodged, seemingly, flashing in, and out of his position. With, even his perception not being Enough. However, Arctaius continued his attacks regardless, launching a left, Myron dodged. He threw a right, Myron weaved around it once more. He grunted, throwing an uppercut, but, yet again, His opponent dodged. Following this, arctaius begins a storm of blows, throwing punch upon punch at his opponent. Even so, he managed to dodge every single one. The only thing he hit was air.

“This is a problem… Especially if he’s capable of dodging that quickly-- I suppose he wasn’t the captain of this team for no reason.It’s clear that I'll have to get serious.”

Arctaius continued to throw his punches. But his assault remained ineffective as they had before. His eyes darting around at his opponent, he attempted to find an opening. He stopped punching, as he went, and sweeped the man off of his feet. Though he looked unaffected as, arctaius threw a punch at the falling man, He once again moved out of the way of his attack. Kazimir watched this take place, pacing around the roof.

“He’s gotten faster than he was before… Both when he fought Yuu-Something, And those guys.”

“Yuu-Something..?”

Bijan put his hand on his chin in confusion, as he tapped his foot. Until he snapped in realization.

“Oh, you mean Yuutaro! All things considered, he was one of our weaker members. Those guys there are probably weaker than him, it makes sense that he's more serious here.”

“Well how strong is this, Kadmos, Exactly? It looks like he’s a mid-tier, but we haven’t seen him attack yet.” Said Zhao, focusing his gaze on the enemy.

“Well he… Wait, Kadmos, The Middle Myron Brother?”

Zhao glanced at him.

“Myron..? I’ve heard that name once.”

“The Myron Brothers are three mercenaries from Gythros. They’ve gone around the world together for 18 or 19 years, or at the least, that's what I heard… Battle of Moscow, Battle of Amsbruck, the Kongo River Campaign... They’ve got some pretty big battles under their belts. On Top of all that, they frequently killed some other dangerous fighters during their missions, and their fighting skill is on another level…I’m sure you’re aware of what happened to Archambue the “Immortal” just last month.”

The simple mention of the name made them perk up. One of Villiere’s strongest apparently killed in a matter of seconds. Given their reactions, it wasn’t something they were unaware of.

Bijan placed his hand on his chin, as he began to consider other factors.

“But they come at a high price, and their damn near impossible to find… How did they manage to hire them? And if one is here, where are the others?”

“Either way. It’s likely better they aren't. This one is more than enough.” Responded Zhao.

They put their gazes back onto the battle, as did Kazimir. However, the battle was not progressing at all, even as Arctaius put his hand up, shooting an arc of lightning forward… And even with the incredible speed, Myron weaved around it, point blank. Though he was not ready to give up yet. He continued shooting arcs forward, but found that even a higher amount had no effects. Arctaius clicked his tongue, taking notice of the fact that raw power simply wasn’t enough.

“It’s time for a change in strategy.”

Arctaius pulled away from his opponent, skidding on the ground as he reached it. All the while, Kadmos stood with his hands crossed, ready for the next attempt at an attack. As electricity began to cascade out of the youth, it promptly began to scatter around the roof, before he simply disappeared, and soon, the electricity did as well. Not what Kadmos was expecting. His cautious gaze began to dash across the roof, as he looked for his opponent’s current location.

“That wasn’t on file… What’s happening here?”

As this was said, a storm of rapidly moving bolts began to saturate the rooftop. The rooftop, the bolts rapidly moving around.

“Now THAT was on file...Even then, I still can't figure out what he's planning.”

Shortly after, the bolts congregated on a single point, gathering right behind Kamdos. Painting his face in surprise. As he looked back, appearing behind him, was Arctaius. Who, as soon as he was visible, launched a punch at the back of his neck. Kadmos, as if sensing him, narrowly ducked out of the way of his punch, before flipping forward and landing on his feet. He swiftly turned on his heel, placing his eyes on the youth. In an attempt to prevent him from attacking again.

“Whew, Remind me not to get into melee range. Wouldn’t have been fun, getting hit by that…”

Arctaius resumed his assault, Jumping forward, sending winds spiralling outward as he moved. Kadmos’ eyes widened, as, before he is able to move, Arctaius throws a left hook, and manages to strike him. Sending his head reeling to the right, and even lifting his body farther up from the ground. Before the force flung him away, as he began to fly back however, Kadmos planted his feet onto the ground, skidding, kicking up dust, and ripping up the roof below him, before he came to the stop. Kadmos dusted off his clothes, clenching his fists. He was ready to pay the Youth back with strikes of his own, at the least, until his pocket began to vibrate, as a buzz sounded. It was only then that he stopped.

“Hm?”

As he reached into a pocket, out came a holo-phone. Arctaius observed this, not taking action just yet… If he had another of his enemies calling, he could figure out their battle plans. As such, he directed his watchful gaze on the Myron Brother. Though he couldn't see who was on the other line, he could overhear the dependent voice.

“Myron-- Return to base, your job here is done… Stay there if you want- but you won’t be getting paid for any work there beyond this point. “

Kadmos grunted, before pressing a button on the holographic display, terminating the call. He promptly placed it back into his pocket, before beginning to elevate himself, stopping for a moment, as he began to speak.

“Looks like this is gonna be cut short. We don’t work for free. So I suppose we’ll have to fight some other time, Arctaius Corde…”

He bounded off, into the distance, ready to leave the fighters in the dust.

“Tsk”

Arctaius begins levitating, focusing on Kadmos’ rapidly disappearing form.

“If nothing else… We can simply track him.”Said Arctaius

Zhao nodded at this.

“Right. We need to make sure we st-”

He went silent, as all of those there took notice of something… Another proto-human was approaching. They began to look in the general direction they’d sensed them from. Directly West of them. And, as they did, an all too familiar hum of a dropship’s engines became more pronounced. For some time, it loomed over them. Before, flying toward the building in front of them, across the street. The others walked to the edge of the building, To further observe, as Arctaius landed beside them, to do the very same.They had stood there for a few moments, until the doors parted, and, stepping out, was Dr.Tsumetai, her expression the very same as it was in the fortress. That very same unsettling smile. Standing beside her was a rather large man, somewhere around Arctaius’ height. But what one took notice of, is that, other than his height, his features were hidden behind a layer of black armor, including his head, with a featureless helmet.

Arctaius looked between the two. But ultimately decided to focus on the armored man.

“... Another Strong one…”

“Ah, the four Tides… I’ve heard quite a bit about you. I am the Kaemerge’s resident Master Protologist, Dr.Tsumetai.

Part B

Tsumetai’s gaze moved between the four fighters, as she brung her right hand to the bridge of her nose, pushing her glasses up with two of her fingers. . Tsumetai brings her right hand to her face, Pushing two fingers on the bridge of her glasses, she pushes them up. With the glare from the city lights filling them. As she withdrew her hand, she finally spoke.

“How fortunate for me to get to see you all- you’ll make for some great Data!! How great of Minoru-Sama to let me use my creation.”

Arctaius raised an eyebrow.

“Creation? All I see is some armored man…”

Tsumetai gestures toward the man in armor, though she directs her gaze on them.

“This isn’t a mere “armored man”, this is Project Aegis… The fruits of my research. The perfectly engineered Soldier.”

All the while, the Man in the armor said nothing in response. In fact, he didn’t have any movement at all. Not looking around, or away. He didn’t even twitch. As if he were a statue. Though they didn’t know the full situation, it was apparent to them what was going on here.

“Human Experimentation?” Arctaius Mumbled.

Bijan stepped forward

“Looks like it… Though, this is news for me. I don’t think I've seen anything like this from them.”

“Then I guess we know this much, something like that isn’t under them… But can we truly be surprised?”

A certain monk responded, as his hand drifted toward his blade. All the while, however, Tsumetai remained strangely calm.

“Thank you for your sacrifices. With your deaths, we can definitely improve our creation, And achieve our goals… Ardam’s conquest shall not fail.”

Tsumetai threw her arm out, pointing at the four, her white lab coat flowing in the air as a result.

“Kill them-- My creation!”

As the yelling reached his eardrums. The statue looking man jumped into action, as, coming from his mouth, or his helmet, was a resounding, deep, war cry. Something that was swiftly followed by him shooting forward, in a direct course toward the group. Taking notice, all of the four jump out of the way... However, that was not enough, it seemed, As Aegis jumped to follow them, and, with yet another yell from Aegis, a ball of green light expanded around him, which soon went out of control, rapidly expanding into an explosion. The buildings below him were demolished, and a wave of destruction flowed outward, as the buildings around them were reduced to mere rubble within moments. Below them, the ground had begun to implode. Only further damaging what remained of the ruined buildings… Until, The surrounding area was flattened, buildings and vegetation stripped, leaving only a layer of raw earth below. And, in the very center, lies a crater. Their eyes moved around as they took in the destruction. Luckily, with their speed, they narrowly missed getting hit by the attack.

“It goes without saying that we can’t take this lightly…”

“You got that right, Corde. Let me handle this one. Haven't been too useful in this battle, and it's about time that I change that.”

Arctaius glanced at the one who responded, Kazimir. Who began to descend, as the very same red glow rose from his limbs as he put an arm out, swirling around the limbs as if they were liquid. Directly followed by his Auburn hair lifting itself up. Now, he began his counterattack. Rubble rose from around them, as a red glow began to surround what had begun levitating. Until, around Kazimir, was a storm of rubble, surrounding him on all sides, and beginning to revolve around him. Aegis, of course, says nothing, letting out a resounding yell, resuming his attack. Out came streams of green light, Flowing out of his body, and directly at Kazimir. Taking notice, he slowly, and deliberately moved his arms. Followed by the rubble, directly into the path of all of the streams. Which exploded on contact with his defenses. Making balls of fire lining the night sky, as they detonated on contact, sending debris and shockwaves across the city, the light blinding many of those unlucky enough to be close.

“He’s only been using that light. The effects have been mostly explosions. I'm guessing his ability is related to that. Must only have one.”

“Seems Like It…”

While they quickly began to think of strategies, the battle continued in front of them. Kazimir clasped his hand, stopping the revolution of the rubble. Before opening his hand, with much of the rubble speeding toward Aegis. As he roars again, yet more streams of green light come out to meet his opponent’s attacks.

To Be Continued