Blood on the Crosswalk (Part 1)
The night swallowed the Low Cut District whole, the kind of darkness that felt less like absence of light and more like a warning. Sirens wailed in the distance, but here, amid the cracked concrete and neon flickers, a different sound ruled: the distant rumble of war.
Cainen stood on the edge of a broken rooftop, eyes scanning the fiery horizon. His fists clenched so tight his knuckles cracked. Flames licked the sky from multiple fires raging in the streets below. Smoke curled upward, thick and choking. The government's first real strike on the district.
"They're coming for us," Rekka muttered behind him, the sharp clank of his meteor-shard gauntlets echoing in the quiet night.
Kaito lit a shrimp chip, crunching as if nothing mattered, then flicked the ember into the wind.
"They want a war," Kaito said, voice low but amused. "We're about to give it to them."
The streets were already crawling with armored government mercs. Their boots stomped heavy and hard, echoing through the alleyways like thunder. Drones hummed overhead, casting cold blue lights on the carnage below.
The district was turning into a warzone.
The First Clash
From the alleyways, government soldiers advanced, firing suppressive rounds. The sharp crack of gunfire bounced off graffiti-smeared walls. Innocents scattered—either caught in the crossfire or fleeing for their lives.
Cainen tightened his fists, the fire beneath his skin rising.
He leapt down into the chaos, fists blazing red-hot. His fiery punches shattered concrete pillars, sending shards flying. His fury roared louder than the gunshots.
Rekka followed, gauntlets sparking micro-shockwaves that tossed armored soldiers like ragdolls.
Kaito moved like a shadow, chain slicing through steel and bone with brutal efficiency.
The Dance of Death
Amidst the chaos, a new sound rose—childlike giggles, eerie and off-key.
Lilith.
She spun into the fray with terrifying grace, her barbed-wire bat gleaming in the flickering firelight.
"Time to play," she whispered, voice dripping with madness.
She didn't just fight; she danced—twisting and spinning through mercenaries, her attacks both cruel and playful.
One moment, a vicious strike cracked a skull; the next, a mocking pirouette.
Brutal Carnage
Bullets flew; fists collided with armor and flesh.
Rekka grinned as he blasted a soldier through a wall.
"Who needs guns when you got a meteor in your fist?"
Kaito chuckled, ducking a grenade.
"Don't worry, I got snacks," he said, pulling out a bag of shrimp chips mid-fight.
The battle surged on—loud, violent, unforgiving.
But the Deadly Six were alive, stronger for the fight.
(End of Part 1)