Columbus, Ohio (MISSION!)

A strange man calling himself the KGBeast has taken the governor hostage. Though he isn't believed to have supernatural origins of any sort, V.W.A.T. was still called in due to the colorful nature of the criminal. On his left arm is a gun replacing his missing hand. It is automatic, firing .700 Nitro Express bullets. It contains 50 bullets at a time with one replacement belt. On the inside is a spring loaded bayonet that can be deployed by flexing his forearm. In addition, he carries two shuriken stars on the front of his abdomen, a set of white nunchaku on his belt, a steel knuckle duster with four large spikes, two grenades, and a chocolate bar (in case he gets hungry). On his own, he is rumored to have the strength of ten men (about C level), and be as fast as the latest USSR rocket (about F). He is incredibly resistant to pain and is unfazed by most attacks.

To assist him, he has five henchmen, all armed with AK-47's, containing 7.62mm bullets with two replacement magazines (each containing 30 rounds).

The henchmen paced the room, making sure no one entered or left the government building. The giant in the middle held the ridiculous arm cannon to the mayor's head, fully prepared to kill him. "I demand US$10,000,000 for the safe return of your sniveling politician, Capitalist swine!" he shouted, the irony of his statement completely missing him. There were three other hostages on the ground, all aides. No one on the outside was sure what to do in this kind of situation, so they'd called the only people they could think of; Major Steeler and his band of freaks.

Enter from Virginia
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Senka mused for most of the trip, seeming overly unconcerned about where they were going or what they were going to do, more worried about what this mobster was going to do to this task they had been set. He usually took the waiting tactic, not to say that he had never had the hostage situation before, despite caring not for whether the politician survived this encounter or not the mission was detailed as an eliminate all hostiles one. Preferably with the man in grey alive and well...well physically anyway. The mobster might be able to take all the heat while Senka used the move as a mere distraction. He certainly looked like he could size up to the task but as far as abilities went, all Senka knew was probabilities.

Russo was decidedly the one that would call the shots on this one, so all talk of strategy Senka decided to leave to him. Despite all that may have been said however (unless he said something worth listening to) Senka would just use whatever advantage or disadvantage this brute may give him and the targets. Prefering to remain silent and and unassuming for the time being.

Ladd was simply beside himself with joy. Not only had be gotten the chance to go a few rounds with the so-called Spiral King, but his wounds had healed just in time for a new mission with some new recruit. Sitting across him in their transport, Ladd passed the time by wiping down Blasty with a light smile on his lips. To be honest, he hadn't really taken much interest in this guy just yet. He wasn't the overly arrogant type so Ladd's blood had yet to boil. Rather, he was just kind of...there. The mobster didn't really know what to make of him so he simply ignored the guy under the assumption the swordsman would most likely die in the field.

Finally reaching their destination, Ladd hopped out of the vehicle and adjusted his white suit with Blasty resting over one shoulder. Smirking, Russo sent a wink to the military personnel managing the perimeter and sauntered towards the taped off line. Glancing back at Senka, the criminal tossed his shotgun onto the trunk of a nearby sedan and stretched his shoulders. "Alright sword boy, I don't know squat about ya and I don't really give a damn. Have fun and stay outta my way and we'll get along just fine," Returning his attention to the sedan he set Blasty on, Ladd gripped the vehicle with both hands and squatted down. Jaw clenched, muscles heaving, Ladd strained for a moment before his strength finally brought the vehicle up to chest height in front of him. His fingers clenched deep into the metal frame, Russo did the most sensible thing from his point of view, he charged. Using the car as a literal battering ram, the mobster intended to simply crash through the front door and run over any poor fool unfortunate enough to be in his path.

As the new vehicle pulled up, two of the gunmen came to the front to inspect who had arrived, weapons at the ready. "Boss, it's some guy in a suit," one of the thugs shouted back. No sooner had he said this, one of the cars out front came charging towards them. Though they fired, there bullets had no clear target; they were only hoping to hit whatever came along and decided to attack them with a sedan. As the car smashed through the front, glass shattering and spraying in every direction, both men were knock to the ground and heavily stunned.

Though it would probably be best for him to kill the politician now, the Beast found this new challenge more interesting. Tossing the cowering man to the ground, he pointed at one of the guards who took his boss' position holding the governor. Having a better view of Ladd after he entered the building, the Russian took aim with his arm, firing ten rounds in a matter of seconds towards the mobster. The other two guards followed the example opening fire in the man's general direction. The two on the ground remained there, trying to regain there senses after being hit.

Russo's carefree attitude settled well with Senka as it might have been the first thing to bring a smile to his face since being taken, or at least the closest thing to a smile that he could muster with cold look like that. The corner of his mouth tugged a little before taking his blade in his left hand and jumping out the side, still sheathed despite the recent gunshots and the ridiculous display of strength he'd just seen. He saw this new adversary as more a treat than the man he was supposed to be aiding, if they were going to do this, Senka decided he'd like to see more of this...strength of his. His cold glance shifted back to the freak taking aim at Russo, before the shots left the chambers, Senka had moved across Ladd's path, cleaving most of the ones that looked they were going to get anywhere near the mobster in two or at least knocking them off path.

The heavier shots however looked far too big for Senka to do anything about them and so, were left alone.

He used the temporary distraction to place himself in such a position along the wall between the now shattered entrance and the window, that any shooters would have to double check or risk allowing Senka enough time to move out of the path of fire. "Sounds like a plan", he flashed a small grin Russo's way as an afterthought, waiting for any sounds or anything in Ladd's body language that would notify himself of movement inside.

(OOC) I'm going to have to call that bullet cut. You've got two guys with standard automatic ammunition going at you (let's say you could manage to get the majority of those), along with the massive .700 Nitro Express bullets. For reference, these are them.



Set next to a .45 ACP cartridge for comparison. Your guy can keep up with them, sure, but that's going to snap your sword like a twig.

Ramming through the front entrance, Ladd briefly used the sedan as a shield from the bullets heading his way before flinging the vehicle at the hapless gunman who had attacked him, taking just enough care to avoid the politician they were supposed to be saving. With Senka's help, Ladd was able to make a diving lead behind a nearby support pillar to just barely evade the higher caliber rounds from the one armed freak up ahead. Having taken Blasty from her resting place on the car before throwing it, Ladd pumped the weapon once before popping out and firing a carefully placed shot at the head of the gunman currently pointing a weapon at the politician. Returning to his point of cover, Ladd chuckled at Senka's behavior. This guy didn't have a stick up his ass after all. "Hey! Hey you one armed, limp wristed little punk! How about you set down those fancy bullets and I'll show ya how we do things in America! I'll shove that freaky arm of yours right up your ass!" the mobster bellowed to the ringleader of the terrorists.

One of the men was crushed by the car, too busy shooting to get out of the way. The one holding the governor was shot dead, his head exploding all over the terrified man, allowing him to cower into a corner. The last grunt standing reloaded, approaching the newly arrived swordsman's position. Both of the stunned men got to their feet, still shaken but prepared to attack. Both went after the swordsman, since he seemed like a bigger threat compared to a reckless man with a shotgun.

The Beast merely laughed at the taunts. "Foolish American," he taunted, preparing to fire again. "You are not worth the challenge. I kill you, then your friend!" Letting loose fifteen more shots in quick succession, he moved his arm in a sweeping motion, starting just to the right of Ladd; this would make it harder to evade the large bullets as they flew through the sky to cover the area he could run in evasion. He would let his men handle the samurai for now.

Russo's rather precise shot with a gun so bulky was all the notification he needed to get a move on. That anyone could fire so accurately seemed to pass doubt through Senka's head, he itched to look at who the target had been, just to see how precise the shot had been. However his own movement would need to be swift and decisive. Senka bluntly acknowledged Russo with a nod and took out his firearm, feeling it rest in his hand in a casual manner. With his back to the wall, Senka wasn't exactly unprepared for what happened next. He threw his weight to the side and with a few feet placed along the wall, he came level with the window and had a perfect view of the goon that was reloading. His foot left the wall and Senka took a few quickly placed shots before he disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared in front of the window. Not expecting all of them to hit, with casual grace he pivoted from where he landed, facing back toward the two entry points in front of him with his sheathed blade in his left hand and his pistol in his other.

Hearing that massive gun come to life again, Ladd dropped to a sitting position on the floor behind his support pillar cover and none too soon. The high caliber rounds punched through the large support structure and flew through the air where Ladd had been just a moment ago. "Big talk mac! But you got it all wrong!" Hopping back into an athletic stance alongside the pillar, Ladd fired Blasty three times at the one armed terrorist's center mass. If they hit, wonderful, but if they forced the freak to back down for a moment that would work just fine. Quickly firing the last shell in Blasty at the nearest of the goons making a beeline for Senka, Ladd dropped his beloved weapon and gripped the now damaged pillar with both arms. Calling on his inhuman strength, Ladd tore a large chunk of the pillar free and gave it a mighty swing. Advancing on the one armed terrorist using the momentum and weight of the makeshift club, Ladd would be just entering the maximum range of his weapon's arc as it came bearing down on the Communist. "You should be thrilled tah get killed by me!"

As one of the newly standing men fell, his back blow apart by the shotgun blast, the other changed course to go after Ladd, firing his weapon pointlessly at the cover in short bursts, hoping to draw him out before he needed to reload. The other man was hit by one of the bullets in the upper right pectoral, disoriented but not defeated. Taking aim as best he could, he smashed the trigger in Senka's direction, his accuracy less than accurate, since he was force to hold his wound to keep himself from bleeding too profusely.

KGBeast, with his Soviet Speed, outran the bullets by running to the left side. One came close to hitting his back, though, which was too close for his tastes. As the pillar came towards him, his spiked knuckles shot forth, smashing it apart. The rubble impacted his body, which would leave bruises in several areas of his chest. Raising his arm, he shot fifteen more bullets, same as before, towards the mobster. As he did this, he began walking towards him, pulling his nunchaku from his belt and swinging them about above his head.

The few shots that came close to Senka before he had disappeared, he could do almost nothing about. The AK was always a reliable gun even at hip accuracy, and thus all he could do was wave his sheath in hopes of knocking a few aside. He was rather surprised when he found that no bullets found his flesh, tearing through his haori or the air under his outstretched arms.

On the ground he was met with no more resistance, it seemed as though none of them had followed up on the attack. Senka's pistol went back into its holster. He still heard the bark of gunfire and immediately set himself a bee line back at the window, he didn't want Russo being taken down on his part, he was probably the only thing in between him and the freak in there. A few more steps and he smashed through the few remaining fragments that were left in the window, glass sliced at him as did the fragments coating the floor as he went into a roll. Keeping with momentum he came out of the roll in a low crouch, ready to counter whatever was going to be sent his way in order to keep moving.

The initial impact from hitting the terrorist caused much of the support pillar to crumble in Ladd's grip, leaving only a three foot long section for his use. Left with few alternatives, the mobster hurled the rubble at his one armed opponent and dropped to one knee to try and evade some of the shots. Between the large piece of stone and the mobster's evasive action, many of the bullets missed their mark but Ladd was not completely lucky as one of the large caliber rounds caught him in the left forearm and sent the mobster tumbling to the ground. As his left sleeve began to sport an ever-growing red spot, Russo tried to assess the damage. His toughened hide and the impact site had caused the bullet to glance off the bone without tearing off the entire limb but this was bad. His left forearm was broken and bleeding while the terrorist advanced on him with something out of a Bruce Lee movie. Gritting his teeth, Ladd forced himself to power through the pain. The bat freak back in London had humiliated him by knocking the mobster out. It would not happen again.

Roaring loudly, Ladd unveiled a surprising burst of agility by throwing himself back to his feet with a kip up as the KGBeast advanced. With the nunchuck spinning overhead, Ladd would only have a moment to capitalize before the terrorist could bring the weapon to bare, a moment that he hoped surprise would lengthen a bit. In the end, that chance was all he really needed, immediately throwing a hard right punch from chamber at full power towards the KGBeast's stomach. With the mobster's full power behind it, the punch had the potential to rip a normal man to shreds. If it landed on the KGBeast, Ladd was hoping to inflict a serious injury and more importantly send the one armed freak flying across the room so that he would have enough time to get a makeshift bandage around his arm before he bled out.

That pillar was a nuisance, even broken apart. The Beast had to duck to avoid it, which would stalled his advance. However, he made up for lost time by increasing speed, almost to a jog, and swinging the weapon much fast. The injury brought great joy to the Communist; the weak American would crumble soon, just as his decadent country would. As he brought the sticks down towards the man's head, the punch took him totally off guard. He was a strong one, maybe even stronger than him. His chiseled abdominal muscles took the blow, though he was knocked down a few feet away and his weapon left his hand as he flew. Recovering after a second, he sent five bullets the way of the mobster, not yet able to aim precisely.

The bleeding man dropped the magazine from his gun, reloading before firing randomly in the direction of the samurai. Blood loss was making him delirious, but he still knew that dodging a bullet would be a lot harder if there was five more coming at him from escape routes. The other one, not sure as to who he should be going after, emptied the last four bullets from his gun at Ladd. He turned to Senka's direction as he reloaded, firing bursts of three bullets five times towards him. He regretted being a bit late to assist the other man's blasts, but managed to join in as the last few bullets left his friend's gun.

His sudden reappearance came with resistance and the random fire coming his way made it hard to know for sure where the bullets would go. Senka drew his blade as he sprinted to the back left hand corner, slapping a few bullets aside and letting the furniture take the rest. He was however caught of guard when he slid to a halt, the other goon had turned to face him. The blade specialist felt something bite into his gut, just above his hip bone, any lower and he would have probably been writhing in pain but Senka was forced to keep moving without re-assessing his position. He knew he was close to the politician and would be in such a spot that he could flank the cyborg, but all that was useless if he could't get to the beast. He would have to deal with these two first.

Using the one losing blood as a meat shield between him and the other one, at least for the few seconds he needed, Senka crossed the gap in the bat of an eyelash. Russo had gone down, they needed to finish this now, it had already got as dangerous as it would get. Either he got the beast off of Russo in the next few moments or Senka might potentially be another body lining the floor, every movement hurt, but this needed to end. His blade came out again in a flash, if he got there without any trouble he would aim to bisect the guy. If all this happened without a problem then he would be ready to move to the next goon and eventually the beast.

It was a good start but not quite enough. He gripped his left forearm with his free and to slow down the bleeding but that wound on his arm was only going to inhibit him down as this went on. Better to thin the herd a bit. A combat roll over his left shoulder got the mobster out of the path of the head terrorist's half assed shots and sent him into a dash for the politician. It would force the henchman, already hesitant to attack, to try and his a fast moving strafing target. That was all the advantage Russo needed and much to his delight, the head terrorist was along path of those hastily fired shots from his little minion. That'd give the Communist freak something to play with while Ladd had some real fun. Juking away from the politician, Ladd instead went after the minion that had taken a pot shot at him. The guy was reloading and joining his friend in going after the sword guy. Didn't seem like he was paying the least bit of attention to the mobster. That sense of security got right to the heart of Ladd's interest. Death was almost the furthest thing from that kid's mind. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Coming in fast from the mook's 4 o'clock, Ladd reached down to make a grab for the guy's right ankle. With his overwhelming strength, Ladd was quite literally going to beat a punk with another punk. If his grab landed he would swing the goon in a vertical arc to smash the bleeding terrorist into pulp a moment after the man was bisected by the swordsman (if Senka's swing landed). From there all that would be left was the one armed cyborg who Ladd would again attempt to unbalance by hurling the bettering and possibly dead man bat at him like a throwing ax. "Go long, freak!" the Chicago gangster roared at his stubborn opponent. If the airborne mook collided with his boss, wonderful. But even an evasion would buy precious time. Time for Ladd to properly bind his arm and time for the speedster with the sword to hopefully get in close and do some damage.

This was not boding well for the henchmen. One of them was cut in half as, with his spent weapon and a bleeding hole in his chest, he had no way of defending himself. The other was smart enough not to aim for him, only firing above him to aim at Senka. He was cut short of emptying the rest of his magazine, however, when he was quickly picked up and smashed around. What little life he had left in him, if any, was soon to be squandered after the throw.

The Beast recovered quickly from the punch, upset at the loss of his weapon. Seeing the man fly towards him, he had no problem using his spiked knuckles to punch through the man and smash his limp corpse into the floor. Firing the last of the bullets at the samurai, as the mobster was injured and probably wouldn't be a threat until he could mend himself. Popping open his gun, he loaded the second set of fifty rounds into its holder before closing it again, prepared to continue battle.

The red patch grew with all of the increased movement Senka was putting himself through, as did the pain that goes with having a bullet in your gut. His face was as unreadable as ever though as he dropped into a low stance, effectively dodging the last couple of bullets sent his way by the remaining goon who was picked up and smashed around like a rag doll. Senka used the minor distraction the flying body proved, and dashed across the space in between him and the cyborg still low to the ground. He weaved in between and around furniture even as the beast took aim, blowing pieces of furniture apart with reckless abandon and putting holes the size of Senka's head into the floor.

Within a couple of moments he came within arm's reach of the cyborg, well at least in his leg space without a problem. Ready to try and counter whatever came his way, Senka attempted to go beneath the giant's left arm, if this worked he would have his blade out and take a slice at the tender flesh behind the cyborg's knees. If it didn't work, Senka would just attempt to stay where he was and hold his own until he could work his way around the guy.

With a swift yank, Ladd ripped off his white suit jacket, tearing it into two pieces before binding one of them tightly around his left forearm using his teeth and right hand to tighten the knot. It was far from a professional job but he wouldn't be bleeding out for a while. Deciding to forgo professional attire completely, he pushed his right sleeve up past his elbow and rushed in after Senka, swerving to the cyborg's opposite side to try and flnak him while the speedy samurai drew attention on himself. "We ain't done ya pansy ass little punk!" Russo yelled up at his opponent. Nowhere near as fast as Senka, Ladd wouldn't reach the cyborg until after Senka's pass was complete but that was good enough for him. The one armed guy probably figured that Ladd was now similarly handicapped to one armed fighting. Obviously this freak didn't know the first rule of fun. It didn't start until somebody got hurt!

Upon reaching an arms length, Ladd would snap out his right fist in an apparent haymaker only to reveal it as a feint. His true intention was to grab onto the other man's right wrist and squeeze down in a vice-like grip to try and crush the bones within. From there it would be an abrupt tug on the cyborg's arm to try and drawn him in for a devastating left hook. If it landed it'd certainly hurt Ladd as well, compounding the damage on his already fractured forearm but he didn't give a damn about that little stuff anymore. He was running on full steam now and this Ruskie's cocky attitude was just more fuel on the fire. "Smile for the birdie!"

The Beast had just finished reloading as the swordsman came towards him. Flexing his arm, the bayonet popped from his wrist, sticking out a good foot in length. Though he was behind him, the strike was blocked by his own blade. In that position, the Russian attempted a mighty punch with his spiked hand, aimed for the man's face. Ladd's appearance was a surprise, however, especially with his arm pulled away. Slashing at the samurai again as pressure was put on his other arm, he was knocked away by a hard punch to the face. At least one tooth was chipped, if not more, combined with the impressive pain in his head. Firing ten shots at the both of them, he used bullets to give him to return to his feet.

A metallic ringing filled the air as the two blades collided, the slightest of changes occurred to Senka's otherwise serene face, his eyes seemed to grow with intensity, as if something in him had just clicked when the sound rang out, as if the fun had just begun. With his strike came a counter attack, the punch that never hit it's mark. The cyborg never even seemed to lose balance as his hand collided with nothing but thin air as Senka moved the merest of inches to evade it. He had already noticed Russo back in the fight before Disteere's sheath was stabbed at the Giant's exposed stomach in order to wind him in the slightest for what Senka planned next.

However, when Russo's fist slammed into the beast, the slash that Senka had aimed to counter swung wildly as it struggled to regain it's footing. This only forced Senka to move slightly again, but keeping with the movement, he rushed to keep to the other side of the cyborg and to make aiming a tad bit harder if it aimed to get both of them. Shells punched into the walls and more than a few he assumed would hit something outside, yet still all of them failed to touch Senka as he came back into close quarters to slash low again.

Despite the great deal of satisfaction that he felt knocking out the Commie's teeth, Ladd was briefly forced to back off due to another brief flurry of bullets.  The harried nature of the situation and the pressure from the flank should have deprived the cyborg of the time and footing to properly aim that cannon of his, these shots were simply to buy time.  In that regard, they were certainly successful and Ladd dropped back out of the way of that massive gun barrel.  His left arm was beginning to throb again, a constant ache running along the left side of his body.  A bit more time and the limb would hopefully go numb on him.  At least that way he could fight a bit more fluidly.  Taking the hint from Senka's attack, Ladd would rush in again to keep up the relentless assault.  Raising both hands overhead with his right cupping his left, the mobster planned to bring them both down in a crushing blow on the top of the Russian's head to try and bounce the terrorist's face off the floor as Senka aimed his own assault at the legs.  Even the merciless gangster had to admit though that this swordsman was surprisingly vicious.  Normally the samurai types went on and on about honor and bullshido right up until Russo finally popped their heads himself.  It was a refreshing change of pace to have a competent partner again since the death of the Executioner.

These Capitalist swine were proving to be annoying. "You cannot defeat me, pathetic Westerners!" he screamed, blocking the swordsman's slash with his gun. Though it was somewhat damage, it was more than worth it to have the barrel in the man's face. He was able to fire twice before Ladd's fists knocked him to the floor. All the blows to the head were becoming irritating, as well as disorienting. Hopefully, though, he'd managed to kill the fast one, leaving just another stupid brute to deal with.

Senka's blade blurred as soon as it tapped the side of the cyborg's gun, he had seen the barrel coming around to face him and he wasn't hanging around to see what happened next. The barrel, and from there the bullets came a few seconds from blowing his head off. Assuming his head had been there, Senka whipped his katana back into a backward grip and went back into an iai-goshi stance slightly to the left of where the barrel had been aiming. As the giant slammed into the ground, Disteere acted swiftly, snapping his foot out to smash into the side of it's head. From there the foot would never leave the side of the cyborg's face, rather turn it on the side, pin it there so the carotid artery was visible and slash at it with speed unparalleled to what Senka had shown in this fight so far.

This was just getting sad. One on one the Russian might have given Ladd as much enjoyment as that spar with the Spiral King a little while back but with the swordsman backing him it was like beating up on a sac of dumb puppies with a baseball bat. Nevertheless, violence was violence and Ladd Russo looooooved violence. As the communist toppled, the mobster raised his right knee to chest height before stomping downward towards the terrorist's organic looking forearm in an attempt to break the appendage and then pin it to the ground. He brought back his right fist in preparation for a mighty overhand strike but the stance shifts from the samurai gave him pause. Sword boy was already going after the head and with his speed he'd almost certainly beat Ladd to it. Oh well, Russo had thoroughly enjoyed smashing the other terrorists into paste. He was content to stand there with a front row seat to the other man's carnage. Ladd had always maintained that he had an eye for talent.

Too bad for the samurai, as the Russian raised his spiked fist to where the foot would land in an attempted to intercept it, which should interrupt the strike he was going for after the cold metal tore through his tender muscles and skin while breaking a few toes for good measure. Even though he'd set up a counter for the swordsman, he had no focus to do the same for the brute, forearm being crushed to the ground. It should still be able to interrupt the kick from that position, but it seemed unlikely to be of any use later in the fight. The first expression of pain appeared on his face as he clenched his teeth, half restraining a grunt. Raising the gun in retribution, he fired recklessly at Ladd's chest and head six times.

He had been too focused on where he was going to slash the thing, that he hadn't seen the slight raise of it's arm in a pathetic attempt to save itself. Face blank even as the spikes tore through his flesh and bones broke with the force of the kick, Senka altered the course of his blade and drew it back to strike from the other side. If the stab landed it would skewer the cyborg through the throat and if Senka's precision rang true, would separate it's spine, killing it instantly. Though his stance was kept to one side, he remembered from experience that he wouldn't be able to walk properly for a couple of weeks without proper attention...and even then, he just wasn't physically capable of resting his weight on it, for now he would ignore the pain going up his leg with a rippling effect.

The squirming bastard had managed to wriggle his way just out of death's doorstep yet again.  For some, the Communist's continued resistance would be irksome.  The same could not really be said for Ladd.  Despite his minions being flattened, despite getting his ass beaten to the ground, this one armed freak still thought he could take both of them.  He truly believed he wasn't going to die.  Mania sparked in Ladd's green eyes as his wide grin grew even larger, deep dimples forming in either cheek.  There was no way in hell he could let that shit just slide on by.  Removing his foot from the cyborg's organic arm as the gun hand came up, Russo did the only thing he could in the situation to avoid the bullets; he fell.  

Dropping straight to the floor, Ladd landed on his side, breaking his fall slightly by smacking his right palm against the floor even as another high powered round clipped his left forearm.  Looking across the floor, Ladd's eyes fell upon a very familiar, much beloved sight; Blasty the shotgun.  With the swordsman still engaging the cyborg and drawing his attention, Ladd snatched up Blasty and grabbed a fresh slug from his pocket.  Slipping the shell into his beloved weapon, Russo awkwardly pumped the weapon and leveled it at the top of the cyborg's skull with one hand.  "Boom!" the gangster exclaimed, firing the weapon at the mad communist.  He'd only taken enough time to load a single shell meaning that this would be his one and only shot.  He'd need to make it count.

These foolish Americans; they could not hope to counter the might of the Soviets. This fight was starting to take his strength, though. He would have to escape. The swordsman tried the same trick; the only difference was that he was ready this time. He rolled his body to dodge the stab, at the same time moving the gun barrel to the man's chest, nearly touching due to the length. Mere seconds before delivering what would surely have been a kill, the shotgun went off, the KGBeast's brains splattering the wall. America had defeated Russia once again.

The politician, realizing the fight was over, got to his feet. Straightening his tie, brushing his thin hair over his bald scalp, and dusting his suit, he approached the two. "Excellent work, boys. You two deserve medals for your efforts."

As the beast rolled away, Senka was already moving, biting his tongue in order to avoid howling in pain as his foot felt the breaks rather well, the limp rather significant that he had little balance if at all. Ready to decapitate the cyborg, Senka moved in but was stopped short when the shells made impact with flesh, brains and bone. The swordsman looked over at his companion, now lying on the floor littered with dead bodies and bullet casings. He would have found it amusing, may have even granted Russo a hand in getting back up, if it weren't for his own wounds. The shock was still going up his leg from the breaks and he had walked on it, rather limped but even so. With the pain clear in his eyes, even if he didn't pay any attention to it, Senka was ready to leave.

The politician had gotten up and seemed fine enough, granted that he had gone back to what Senka assumed was his normal superiority attitude. He said nothing and merely shrugged to at least acknowledge the guy. Anything that Senka said wouldn't make a difference and the politician would find some way to use this event to earn him a higher status or receive pity...or both.

He looked around before using his now sheathed blade as some sort of walking stick and slowly hobbling his way out of there, earning stares from anyone in the immediate area or across the street. Senka wasn't the sort to ask for help, especially when he couldn't give it, being independent even now, gave him a fairly arrogant or stubborn look. It was something he could't help though, with a life full of backstabbing and uncertainty, making friends with someone you knew almost nothing about was a sure fire way to get yourself killed. Using the door to their vehicle to swing himself in without any difficulty, Senka waited to finally be rid of this place.
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Hauling himself to his feet, heavily favoring his good arm, Ladd let out an impressed whistle at the splash of blood and brains across the floor from the recently deceased KGBeast. Letting Blasty hang loosely at his side, Russo kept his badly damaged left arm curled inward slightly. The swordsman was already heading back to the car. Well that was no fun. Who was going to dance around in all that pretty blood with him now? And adding on to that, this bald little politician had the nerve to come up and try to talk to him as if they were the best of friends. The look of relief on his face was absolutely disgusting. Not missing a beat, Ladd brought up Blastly and pointed it at the balding man's face before pulling the trigger. The way that the bald bastard jump almost made it all worth it. Now THAT was the kind of reaction Ladd had been looking for. Flashing one of his winning smiles, Ladd shrugged and headed for the car. "Relax ya pansy. It's not even loaded," the mobster said, exiting the building and taking his place in the waiting transport.

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