The heat of the inferno stung Alburn's skin as he sprinted through the hungry waves of hellpyre that threatened to simply swallow him alive. In the distance, he heard silencing of potential witnesses in a form of series of thunderous gunshots that rang throughout the harbor. Those that were here weren't exactly afraid to make their presence known - in fact, it almost seemed as if they WANTED to be heard, make their statement loud and clear, that nothing could possibly stop them from wrecking havoc to do whatever is that they were doing. The devastation was clear, and the scale of the attack could only possibly lead to the work of White Fangs. A skilled hunter he may be, he knew going up against a large group of them would simply be a suicide. Still, he needed to buy time somehow until the backup got here. Tuning his radio, Alburn started report the situation: 

"Jackson 255 to radio. We've got multiple armed hostiles, number unknown. Sound is from Legion's military-grade assault rifles. Possible wounded civilians on the scene. Send in a SWAT team, now." 

"On it, Jackson 255. Calling SWAT." 

As Alburn turned to the corner, the hunter's eyes spied on two women, armed with assault rifles in their hands. He knew their uniforms, he knew the pale-white masks of grinning skulls that resembled a wolf. Before he could hide himself behind a wall, they took notice of his position and fired, calling the other members to join the frenzy. In response, black-clad hunter quickly rolled to the side and hid himself behind a cover, but not without feeling a line of pain slicing across his shoulder. Fortunately, it was no more than a light scratch, but it'd take more than that to faze him. With other members of the White Fang closing on his position, the man knew he couldn't stay hidden forever from their rain of lead that poured in his direction.

He had to respond with deadly force. 

"Jackson 255 to Radio, hostiles are using deadly force! Requesting permission to respond." 

A second later. 

"Jackson 255, you're clear to use deadly force on hostiles." 

Pulling his thumb down on the hammer, the hunter took a deep breath and rested his finger against the trigger. When he heard the sound of their suppression fire running out, Alburn immediately stepped out of the cover, rested Second Sun's blade against his shoulder and pulled the trigger. The blast of cyclone suddenly propelled the hunter through the field of broken and twisted metal at high speeds, making him look as if he were literally 'flying' across the battlefield. The members of the White Fang had little time to reload their weapons, especially the one in the front. He seemed to have more trouble than the others in particular - so Alburn took it upon himself to land an easy kill. 

"Hah-!" 

The heavy blade passed through the soldier's mask much easier than he'd expected. The silver edge smashed into the top part of the skull like a what a sledge hammer do to an egg, passed through soft tissues and gray membranes. Before the White Fang member could possibly register what was happening, the blade had already done so much damage to the brain that the young man's heart simply stopped functioning. Lights out.

Alburn then moved onto the next hostile, this one just finished reloading. It took no more than a second for the rifle's magazine to meet the feed, but by the time the bullet could possibly meet the bolt carrier, the hunter was already on top of her. The blade met against her body with absolute brute force like a driver of a drunken pickup truck slamming into a deer. The bloodied silver blade cleaved through her armor, shattering the bones and slicing the internal organs alike like a meat grinder. 

Click. 

Twisting on the ball of his feet, Alburn turned to the next target. Shots were fired, but the bullets only slammed against their still-breathing comrade, causing her to quickly stop breathing after a scream of pain and curses at Alburn. The officer then threw the sack of meat at the remaining member, the two fell and he finished the remaining foe with a quick, lethal impale through their bodies. Hostiles were clear, but there was still one in the area that he registered as a main suspect. A woman, her eyes were crimson, glowing in bewitching ruby color that shined in the angry inferno that surrounded them. Normal men couldn't possibly stare at those eyes without losing their rationality, simply because they were too beautiful. He could certainly see where she got the moniker of 'Red-Eyed Maiden' from. 

The woman was armed, and the blood on her great sword told him after a quick deduction that lasted no more than a second that she was the murderer of the two guards earlier. Quickly, the officer shifted his stance, his weapon raised upfront, his legs spread apart at an even length for stable footwork. It was a relatively balanced stance that he'd mastered after seemingly endless hours of drills and practice, well-suited for frontal guards. 

"This is LPD (Legion Police Department). Put your weapon down, now." 

It wasn't a request, it was a command, but somewhere in Alburn's mind, he had a feeling - no, knew that the Red-Eyed Maiden would not be willing to cooperate.

-- Remaining Usage for Rounds in Chamber -- 
- 1x Red; (3/3) 
- 2x Green; (5/6) Active
- 1x Black; (3/3)
- 2x Orange; (6/6)

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Neither fighters dared to give even an inch of their ground as their eyes met one another in a deadlock. It almost seemed as if the all form of time stopped for the two, even as the raging inferno surrounded them, hungrily consuming everything in its fiery maws within the deafening silence. Nothing could truly disturb them. Between a meeting of skilled warriors, all that truly mattered was the opponent in front of them - and for Alburn, facing down this so-called 'Red-Eyed Maiden' he'd heard so much about, felt something strange welling up inside him that he couldn't exactly... tell. However, this peculiar encounter made his heart beat faster than the time than the his first true combat experience.

Then, the woman spoke, and broke the deafening silence between them. He wouldn't be able to touch her, she said, that he'd soon see why. Confident - if not smug Alburn thought. A slight smirk, almost as if to ask 'Oh really?'  creased across his usual, stoic features before fading away just as quickly as it appeared. She then did something that wasn't so common of masked criminals that he had the privilege of bringing in. The 'Red-Eyed Maiden' removed her mask, showing her pale features. It was almost a shame that he'd have to bloody the woman, but was she that truly confident about taking him down? To think that she'd go as far as to remove the mask. The woman was interesting, to say the least. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, sir. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just want to leave.”

"You're a bad liar," Alburn spun the cylinder and cocked the hammer of his gunblade back, "And you're not leaving here until I cuff your hands so I can take you back for questioning. Now if you don't put down your weapon, then I will make you." 

He then would point the Second Sun directly in the direction of his foe - almost as if he was getting ready to shoot. Given that there was no barrel on the blade itself, many of his opponents misassumed that he couldn't attack them from longer range, but by the time they realized - it was too late. Would it be the same for the 'Red-Eyed Maiden'? Alburn didn't think so. He knew a skilled fighter when he saw one, and she certainly wouldn't make the same mistakes that many of his opponents have made in the past, but this was no more than a distraction. 

--- Click.

The trigger was pulled, the hammer slammed into the Dust Bullet as it fed itself into the blade. Sparks flew where the feed was connected to the blade itself, causing it to turn red hot like the surface of the sun nanoseconds after the Red Dust was smashed into the heavy blade. It caught on fire, but it did more than that. Followed by a sound of gunshot, the belligerent inferno shot out of the odd weapon like a tidal wave, threatening to mercilessly burn away all existence of the 'Red-Eyed Maiden' and fill her world with fire. Using this as a cover, Alburn would jump, coming down directly on top of the woman with his blade swinging downwards with more than enough force to cleave her fragile skull in half with his flaming Gunblade. 

That marked the start of their battle. 

-- Remaining Usage for Rounds in Chamber -- 
- 1x Red; (2/3) Active
- 2x Green; (5/6)
- 1x Black; (3/3)
- 2x Orange; (6/6)

AP: 650/650

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Alburn felt the violent vibrations of metal slamming into one another in his arms. Sparks flew, the blades fought against one another, struggling to push each other back. For her size - and weight, she effectively managed to block the strike so easily. He was wrong to assume that he had advantage over her in terms of physique - but after clashing blades with her once, he knew his adversary was far stronger than he first imagined. They were even in strength, something that he found surprising. The 'Red-Eyed Maiden' was a legend in the underground world, the whispers of her name sent deathly tremors throughout the city like a end time's harbinger.

There was definitely a good reason for that - he could feel it in his soul.

His eyes narrowed, and shifted the strength in his arms to force her blade up to create an opening within her guard, but before he could truly execute his assault, something SLAMMED into his chest. It was like a sledgehammer. He could feel his rib creaking under the tremendous force that battered into him, and immediately, he found himself flying through the air, losing control of his body like a ragdoll before his back smashed against the concrete wall, causing a crater to form from the location he crashed into. Thankfully, his body seemed to take notice of the danger, and his aura was immediately brought out to mitgate the damage done to his body as much as possible. Even so, Alburn felt his world spinning as his lungs desperately gasped for air that it needed. 

"Ha - ha.... Damn it...." 

What was that? Alburn could only think as he attempted to get his bearings together. Was this the nature of 'Red-Eyed Maiden's' power? If so - then this was going to get more complicated than he'd expected. As he got up, the male could see the shift in woman's speed. She was faster than the first time he saw her swing that weapon of hers. Much faster. It made him question the nature of her abilities. When he felt something slamming into his chest, he heard something that he could only so much describe it as a 'loud bomb going off' in his ears. He had to figure it out. Whether he came out of this battle alive or not rided on this fact. 

However, since the 'Red-Eyed Maiden' was so kind enough to give a taste of her own ability, it was only natural that Alburn would show his own. After taking a brief stance, the male dragged his weapon down on the ground, its silver blade creating sparks and loud 'screech' as it sliced through the concrete and rocks. It was then when he activated his aura, The Railgun, Primary Barrel. His movements seemed to slow down for a fraction of a second, almost labored to a point that he wouldn't be able to fight anymore. 

But for the 'Red-Eyed Maiden' to judge that was the case would only lead to a fatal mistake. 

Then, Alburn disappeared - simply leaving afterimage of himself from where he once stood. Immediately, the male appeared right in front of her, with his gunblade raised in the air, smashing it down at such a speed that it could only be described as no more than a 'blur'. Whether it connected or not - he disappeared again, and continously darted around the woman in such a way that she'd simply have no idea where he'd come from - even with her unnatural speed Alburn would absurdly be too fast for her eyes, and body to keep up. The male seemingly assaulted her from multiple directions at once, all strikes deliberate and targeted at the vulnerable, open points of her body in whirlwind of slashes to imprison her on the very spot she stood. 

Slamming.

Chopping. 

Slashing. 

Grinding. 

Eventually, the male would then appear in midair, activating the Secondary Barrel of his Railgun. Inferno from all around gathered at a single point of his weapon in a focused angry orb of pure, unadulterated destruction. With a loud roar, he swung the blade at his foe. Then, like a tidal wave blasting forth, a large tsunami of red death rained down on the 'Red-Eyed Maiden'. It washed over the surroundings, consuming everything within its hungry maws. 

-- Remaining Usage for Rounds in Chamber -- 
- 1x Red; (1/3) Active
- 2x Green; (5/6)
- 1x Black; (3/3)
- 2x Orange; (6/6)

AP: 600/650

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