After-effects [Mission;Solo]

Alek was someone who believed that everyone who took the mantle of being a guardian should act like the guardian they were. They should keep justice, protect those who couldn't protect themselves and make sure there was minimal strife in society. 

However, as he spent more and more time in this hellhole of a country, he noticed that the guards were nowhere near the level that they claimed to be. They were monstrous, corrupt fools who seemed to believe that the ground that they walked on was sacred because they had walked on it. 

It was actually kind of offensive the degree to which they had superiority complexes. They accepted bribes from the filth of society, and when he had seen the body of the young girl whilst on the shopping trip with Sloth, it became clear they weren't even good at their job. 

Alek's fury ran deep when it came to people like this; it was willing inaction that caused the slave trade to carry on like it did, with people acting as if it wasn't their problem.

So, when he found himself being chased down by the cops for acting against Bou Ren, he could only feel a sense of pure and utter rage at their incompetence. 

They hadn't acted against someone who had taken the lives of the innocent, but since he had taken him out of action, they were trying to charge him with assault? What kind of fucked up world did they live in? 

250/1000

"Do you know how much money you cost us, brat?" One of the guards, a man with a voice that seemed to speak of the sheer amount of cigarettes he had smoked in his life, said. The use of the word brat made Alek's hand tighten into a fist even through the gauntlet, needing more than anything to knock these bastards' blocks off. 

"Bou Ren was paying us 10,000 Huang a year to not intervene with his killings. Now you not only made it obvious that we weren't doing our job but you stopped him from being able to pay. He's rotting in a jail cell in the capital right now because you couldn't just leave well enough alone."

Leave well enough alone? The girl was dead! Her intestines were littered across the entire alleyway, and these dumb bastards were angry because he had stopped them from getting bribe money? 

He was actually furious about this - They had thrown away the life of an innocent young woman just because they wanted money. That was the same thing as the slavers did every single day, but at least they had the common decency to not use the dead body... use the dead body in the same way that the slavers had. 

He still shuddered slightly at the thought of what they had done to it. However, rather than getting upset, his emotions seemed to turn to pure and utter fury as the man continued berating him. "

Who the hell do you think you are?" The question was rhetorical, but they were getting an answer. 
"Captain Alekzander Vasilias, Fanalis Corps, Reiman Army." 
"Wait, what?" Was the guard's final word before the sensation of a solid fist smashed straight through his helmet. 

540 / 1000

The man that had just had his helmet caved in from a punch went flying backwards, his face missing several of his teeth as he did so. The other three guards that were standing around him readied their weapons, hearing the affirmation of Alek's different nationality. 

"Reiman scum. Your kind and your filthy hedonism, you'd never know the meaning of true hard work, and yet you judge us for taking money?" 

The second guard threw himself at Alek, and was saddened when the blade was hit with the back of Alek's palm, letting out a metallic *chunk* before flying across the area, skidding around and around in circles for a moment as it did so. 

Before he could react, he found himself in much the same position as his commanding officer, suddenly realizing exactly why they were wearing armor. However, unfortunately for them, the armor was designed for use against human opponents. 

They weren't made with the Fanalis race in mind, and so it seemed to show the impact amazingly easily, reminding them of why you shouldn't fuck with someone until you knew exactly what power they had to hold. 

The two guards left were beginning to move into more supplementary positions, jabbing around him rather than at him in an attempt to stop him from getting close. However, rather than getting close, Alek merely hissed at them through gritted teeth. 

"You dare? I work myself to the bone every day of my life protecting an idiot who doesn't seem to know what he's capable of, I risk my life on the battlefield whenever necessary, I never accept bribes for anything, and you stand there and lecture me based on stereotypes?" 

The faces of the guards showed a portrait of fear, although more likely from the attacks than from the harsh words. "I'm going to remind you what it feels to be on the losing side of your little arrangement with the crooks."

863 / 1000

Despite their training as guards, they didn't stand up to form against a battle-hardened veteran. He had been serving for seven whole years, and whilst the leader seemed like he had been serving much longer, his body was forged in the fires of slavery and turmoil, and he was active on the field. They were fat and doughy from never doing any real work, and then there was something else they had to accustom for. 

His throat emptied out, becoming hollow and able to summon the sound that it needed to produce. Although they were blocking with their halberds at this point, there was nothing that could block sheer concussive sound energy. 

"FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" the yell was a different note from last time, and sent the pair flying back against the wall... or, rather, flying back through the wall, out the other side of the wall, and down a rocky embankment. Damn it felt good to be a gangsta. 

1000/1000 Mission Complete