Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

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↘↘↘ Atlas stood idly in one of the half abandoned malls, gunshots blaring out in the distance as his eyes scoured over the selection of outfits before him. They were all so damn fancy. He loved it. "I guess I'll need a few more, eh?" He asked himself, tilting his head to the side as he casually evaluated a few. Sighing with hesitation as the gunshots grew closer and closer, "I guess these will do. I need something to wear to work tomorrow." Atlas sounded a bit angry, but mostly discontent; taking two different complete outfits off their respective hangers and taking his time to put them into protective plastic coverings. Finally putting the hangers in, he slung the outfits over his shoulder and made his way into the middle of the mall. "What the hell?" He spoke, mostly to himself as he watched a squadron of soldiers down the way ushering women and children into a store; holding them hostage it seemed. Shrugging it off Atlas moved on, entering the courtyard at which everything seemed to be going on. Bullets were flying this way and that, and while all of the soldiers seemed to be either focused on a building where quite a few shots were coming form or fleeing from what seemed to be a flaming chainsaw. He paced through this war without a care in the world, whistling a merry tune as it was.


↘↘↘ What was that? Sniffling? "Hey, kid," Atlas stopped in the middle of the war zone. One hand his left side pocket, aside a hand gun; his right still holding business suits and ties all put together in their casings. Looking down at Crona, and then towards the blood hungry Dragovich he recognized the situation all to soon. "If you leave the way I came you might make it out without staining your hands, just take a left. Plenty of people to piss you off on the right hand turn." He went on, eyes drifting over the battlefield as the sound of warfare continued; however, he was seen as a non-aggressor at the moment. His eyes however had already begun to shift, the nano machines recognized the conflict and were working to set his blood lust off. Thankfully, he should be able to retain some sanity.. As long as nothing provoked him. "But first things first, where's the food court around here? I have dinner to make and these soldiers are making it an issue to get errands done.. It's bothersome." Atlas growled softly, his otherwise vibrant blue eyes twinged with red as the combat began to escalate. A woman was strafing and taking shots at a battalion of soldiers down the way, but his only desire right now that fueled his cause was to be top dog. And to be top dog, you had to look the part. These suits were his goal in life now.

↘↘↘ "What do I look like, a pedophile or something?" Atlas scoffs, casting his head back for a moment before organizing his thoughts once more. As the two of them began talking to each other, one deciding who was in charge or being protected while the other quickly proceeded to freak the fuck out. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked you two. Good luck controlling your desires kids." Atlas went on, recognizing the characters that were showing themselves; the toddler with a chainsaw was easy. The other, a little harder; but he was trying to hard to resist losing himself... He really needed to learn some control. Sighing, Atlas began moving to the door of the building they were in. On the other side of it was where the soldiers from earlier had retreated to, and for now he thought that was the best way to getting where he needed to go. Craning his neck from side to side, Atlas grinned for a moment before bringing his foot back up and kicking the door off it's hinges. There it went, sailing forward and crashing against the floor; causing a large ruckus, with his left hand he raised it in farewell to the others before walking forward. If these two needed to leave, he figured he may as well bring some attention to himself; his eyes were a vibrant red by now, his only desire in the world to show his supremacy. It wasn't just killing now, no, he just needed to show off; to make these footsoldiers feel how insignificant they were to this world.


↘↘↘ The sound of bullets attracted his attention, and as he drew near he soon recognized that it was a rather uneven but entertaining fight. Plenty of soldiers were fending off what seemed to be a cybernetic red-headed miscreant, and as Atlas drew near he stood beside a fallen corpse; shrugging he knelt down low and retrieved the handgun from the soldier's waist, finding it fitting so that he wouldn't waste his own. With a sudden shot hitting near him, almost searing his skin he sighed softly. The soldiers were so focused on their frontal assault they hardly noticed Atlas as he started firing shots into the back of their heads, his lips unmoving as his attention soon shifted back up towards the woman who nearly shot his sleeve (arm included, but he didn't care about his arm; the sleeve was irreplaceable) off. "Hey! Watch who you're shooting there!" Atlas bellowed, his firearm now at his side, listening for the next footsoldier to cross this way.

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↘↘↘ Atlas grew rigid as the intercom came online; the sound itself that was being broadcasted wasn't all that important, the words were mere hindrances; it was the signal itself and the radio waves that had started to bother him so much. He soon lost all conscious thought of speaking as the nano machines within him started going haywire, unstable frequencies had this effect on him; and as his sanity drained he forgot all reason for being there. With a soft thud, the clothing protective sheet fell to the floor; Atlas had chosen to slide on one of the suit's tops, throwing his liberated gun to the side as he began walking throughout the mall. With his now free hands he began tying a tie around his neck, and that was when he came upon the first group of soldiers. They must have been the group that had retreated from the two children, how unfortunate thaty they didn't retreat fast enough. It didn't take long before they took notice of him. "Hey! Lay down your weapon and get on your knees!" They commanded, but Atlas wasn't finished with his tie. How in the hell did they think he was going to finish if they started barking orders like that?! Atlas finished his tie, and kept walking towards them; now reaching for his gun but the soldiers were trained well enough to recognize the sign of hostility. Before his hand could even make it to his handgun, he was being filled with bullets. "You dare ruin my suit!" He growled in anger, falling to one knee but his wounds were already patching up, and with a ridiculous burst of speed that shouldn't be available for a wounded man Atlas burst forwards; colliding head on with a soldier.


↘↘↘ The two of them fell to the floor immediately, but Atlas was not only able to get up; but he had begun lifting and swinging the soldier like he was a weight in the olympics (Or bowser from mario and Atlas was mario) before throwing the soldier into a group of them. Almost like dominos they scrambled downwards, unlike dominos, they tried to get back up. That was bothersome. "Stay down!" He shouted angrily, leaping into a fray of soldiers; knives were drawn and bullets were fired, holes were being torn and made in Atlas every which way but his overwhelming strength was used to bash the skulls in of every soldier. "Outlive!" He shouted, grabbing one of the few remaining, all around him chaos reigned; he was unsure if who he was fighting was soldier, or citizen. "Outlast!" He shouted, almost gleefully as he brought the soldiers head downwards before connecting it with his knee; an audible crack being heard before his entire skull shattered, leaving brain matter and blood on his knee as the body slumped to the ground. "Survive.." He murmured, content with himself as he advanced upon the last soldier; who got a wonderful glance at the holes in Atlas's suit and the wounds beneath them, it wasn't exactly skin... But it looked like bloody strands of sinew were being cast over each wound. Soon, the earliest ones had no signs of ever existing. It was as one of his last wounds began to heal that Atlas ended the soldiers life, bringing his foot down atop his throat; bashing it in till the soldier could no longer breathe. "You annoying rats.. Where is that radio?!" He shouted, anger seeping in his tone as he knelt low; searching for the source of the frequency, the laughter, it was driving his insides insane! It was in his search for the radio that a man approached from behind him, apparently a citizen that had got out. He had been shocked at all the gore; but with a light tap on Atlas's shoulder he started speaking. "I.. I don't know what you are- but thank-" He was cut off, Atlas had grabbed the man's hand at that point; turning around, his face was bloodied and his clothes slightly disheveled. Without a moments thought, Atlas pulled the man closer by the arm and grabbed his collar; getting a good grip before sending him careening towards the back wall of the store they were in. With a loud resounding thud he crashed, blood splattering out of the civilians mouth; and with the moment, before he even had time to fall to the ground Atlas had beat him there. His right hand balled into a fist as it crashed into the man's skull; shattering it against the wall, and in his rage Atlas just kept punching. He kept punching long after the body had fallen and he was only hitting wall. Spider web cracks began to spread from his ministrations, and with one suddenly hard hit Atlas broke through the wall and stumbled just outside of the building from putting to much weight into his punch. "No!" He shouted, looking back but backing up; the building was collapsing around where he had broken through, the surrounding area had lost an important support wall and now pieces of the mall had begun to collapse around it.

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