Rhed Bykon left Izzine in the room to start his own mission assigned to him. She was to lead while he was to hunt. Being on the hunt made him nervous. Heading out of their temporary residence Bykon made his way out of the hotel, Silver Griffin's Den. Taking a left out of the hotel he spotted a police-guard. Walking up to the half-elf police guard in a greenish uniform he asked where he could find their headquarters. Due to the officer's duties to patrol this block he could only give Bykon directions. Something he could have gotten from the hotel staff along with a map. Just listening to the police officer Bykon memorized the directions as best he could. In the midst of giving directions the officer looked at him then asked if he was a Zhenrai. This question bothered some Zhenrai, but the rest did not even care. As for Bykon it sort of made him feel special when asked this question to which he replied the honest yes. Doing his best to remember the directions Bykon got a move on. Looking at the street signs he did his best finding the right street to turn on or cross over. Avirin was a city he was unfamiliar with. One of multiple cities on Tantos. Here on Tantos City he needed to get a ride over to that city. With help from a few paperboys along the street he found his way to the station.
He showed up at a perfect opportunity only to receive no ride to the city of Avirin. One of the officer's smartly asked him why he did not get a hotel there. Bykon replied they had to meet some partners, and some acquaintances about something. When he mentioned he was from Ivodra they immediately took him seriously then started to fear him when he mentioned Zhenrai business. One of the officers snagged one of their own who was off duty to give him a ride there. It was only half an hour away. Grumbling under his breath the officer sped his way to Avirin city where he stopped near their police station to drop him off. At the Avirin police head quarters Bykon learned the name of the street the attack took place. Lemon Street was the original name of the street when Avirin was founded, and expanded. These days the gangs call it something else. An officer with some hint of Orcish in them looked at Bykon.
"Are you sure you want to go to that area of town?" the Orc officer asked with his mustache covering his mouth. He looked like a green flippered marine animal only the tusks jutted up not down.
"Positively yes I do." Bykon answered feeling confident.
"Well there are four other gangs in that area, the Yellow Goblins, Toxic Hybrid-Spawn, the Gateway Thugs, and the Street Ghouls." the Orc informed him.
"What about this Necromancer? Does he have some sort of gang?" Bykon asked him.
"His um, that syndicate has been dormant of late so we don't have much on him. Good luck, you're gonna need it." the Orc said as though it would be his funeral going after the Necromancer.
Grabbing a map of Avirin city Bykon headed for the door then at the last second requested for a ride to this location. From his left flank a nicely dressed sketchy figure approached him. Whoever they were they had a mix of Goblin, Elf, Human, Orc, and Dark Elf molded together. One side of their face looked scared from a fight. The other side had a bullet wound. Beneath the collar of their scars from a rope around their neck could be seen. Looking down at their hands one finger was missing. Bykon did not know what to say about this figure. He was used to combating goons, thugs, and bandits. All of those encounters started out violently upon spotting them. To his relief this figure did not even raise an arm to strike, but to greet. Making a smug smile with their eyes the fine dressed thug sort of greeted him.
"Not now Octavio Enloe they are not here to fall for another scheme of yours. You lost that finger the last time three years ago. Besides why do you keep trudging over here for?" another officer warned the figure who did not even acknowledge their existence. "Hey Mutt Hulk!"
Some how calling him Mutt Hulk caught his attention. They turned around to see the officer who called them out. They folded their hands together as if pleading for mercy. All the officers seemed to roll their eyes at this. Bykon could tell this figure had been at this for years. Stubbornness was a big forte of theirs. Yet the typical citizen would shiver with fright and do his bidding.
"Just this once let a mob boss do right. My sweet Lemunia wants to cross over into Lemon street once more. Like the good ol days before the Necromancer and his zombos came along." the one named Octavio half begged half manipulated. Scowling at his pleas the police sort of relented.
"Alright, alright, only if that Zhenrai makes it back home in one peace! Is there anything else we can allow you to do? If you do not continue your usual scams? Just be glad there is a war going on and we are on alert for them invaders." a female Elf Senior Officer with a Captain's badge snapped at the Thug. She wagged her finger at him as if she was a Teacher letting a student off the hook even though she wasn't even buying his bull crap.
"I could become a citizen of a different country. Leave this island for good, and none of you cops would ever see my handsome mug again." Octavio claimed pointing at himself with a thumb.
"Where exactly?" She asked him expecting the Thug to return the next year.
"Ivodra." Octavio Mutt Hulk answered.
Some of the officers spewed their coffee out. Others looked perplexed while the rest just shook their heads. A few of them facepalmed this idea. The female Captain folded her arms with an intrigued expression on her face. Several apprehended figures in handcuffs turned to look at them giving their own mixed expressions. None of them spoke as they would get popped in the face. Bykon wanted to break the silence, but the words did not escape his lips.
"Fine by me Octavio. Just remember only you are to leave for Ivodra. None of your former goons, lapdogs, or cronies. Am I clear?" The female Captain warned him.
"Agreed Captain Coffine." Octavio replied.
With an agreement made Octavio led Bykon out of the station to his own car. A clean looking Obsidian Crux 100 one of the first named brand automobiles to be manufactured during this time. It seemed strange for them to be still using melee weapons, and armor while technology evolved to engines, and electricity. Octavio climbed into the driver's side of the vehicle. Its design sort of resembled a beetle shape without the pincers, antennae, and legs. Bykon crouched down to check the wheels out. His new acquaintance popped open the door hitting him in the noggin. That forced him to stand up rubbing his head. Getting inside he seated himself in the front passenger seat of a five person automobile. Octavio pressed on the gas the moment Bykon closed the door. his driver and acquaintance sped his way to their destination. Going as fast as the streets would allow, Octavio reached the location of the attack. At his speed Bykon barely got a good look at the city.
"Here we are, friend." Octavio stopped at the entrance to a street.
Bykon did not get out just yet. He went straight into ascension to get a better look at the area. For several minutes he studied the area and the alleys in between buildings. Sure enough he found people hiding out in between the alleys. In his mind the had no doubt those were goons hanging around. As he kept an eye on a few of the groups Bykon noticed they were on the move towards a section of the street. Even though it seemed boring he started calculate how many there were. That is when a hand touch his shoulder break him away from the ascension.
"Just so you know there are 80 Yellow Goblins, 70 Toxic Spawn goons, 123 Gateway thugs, and 121 street ghouls all in this district of Avirin. The police here have locked up a number of each, but arrested all of them yet released the ones I mentioned." Octavio pointed out.
"What about this Necromancer?" Bykon asked him.
"Oh for the tits of the sea goddess herself you are a Zhenrai Knight aren't you? You should be able to handle this." Octavio boasted for him.
"Yeah, I can it's just I am not a Knight, but a Warrior. We have a hierarchy of some sorts." Bykon said hoping that would get through to the mobster who decided to help him.
"Bullocks just summon a bunch of power and we both can deal with all of his goons. I got my nice new street sweeper. Recently invented too." Octavio spat bringing out a shotgun shaped weapon with a drum magazine. Instead of a the usual pump it had a handle in front of the magazine. Wielding this unnecessarily brutal looking gun the mob boss looked ready.
"It looks like you are ready." Bykon said gripping his own weapon which he hid in his duster coat. He brought along a retractable mace, a Talusian Wakizashi, and a chain flail.
"Not quite, gotta grab my "Crybaby's Bane", the Lowmight submachine-gun. It is very similar to the Vestrisian 7mm submachinegun. Just comes with a different magazine." Octavio dug into the trunk of his Obsidian pulling out a submachinegun with a wooden buttstock, and grip handles wrapped in leather. One drum shaped magazine was already loaded in to be used up. Octavio tossed him the weapon.
"Um, my Order in Ivodra only allows me to use melee weapons." He protested handing it back to the mob boss.
"Bugger you then. Just check with your ascension to see where they are hiding. I know your Zhenrai kind well enough." Octavio spurted at him wrenching the weapon back.
Going back into ascension Bykon checked to see if they were at the right place. While looking from above with his spirit he discovered it was the right location. Some parts of the carnage still remained. A wheel or three, some pieces of a door, sideview mirror, broken glass, damaged car lights, hinges, pipes, and pieces of a grill radiator shell. A few weapons still remained such as pistols, revolvers, daggers, stilettos, axes, pipes, war batons, crowbars, and knuckle busters. Octavio parked a few car lengths away from the entrance to Lemon Street. Inside the alleys flanking this two block length street he spotted movement. Hundreds of figures raced towards Lemon street taking his time he counted 394 figures heading straight for this area. Watching these figures make their way into the block of Lemon Street he noticed another group emerging from one or buildings within the block. Whoever those figures were they shuffled out of their hiding place and poured into the alleys. Bykon watched the other figures close in on this block as the shuffling figures poured into the street and alleys to meet them. Hundreds of what appeared to be goons engaged this shuffling group. Up ahead another group entered the street from the other side. This one was armed with shotguns and Lowmight guns. Sounds of shooting broke him away from the ascension. Octavio shot a few rounds into an alley that was adjacent to them. Whoever was nearby and not involved made a run for it. A turf war of some sorts broke out in the Lemon street block.
Octavio shot a few more rounds in three different directions before deciding to move it. Grabbing Bykon this Mob boss raced for the second alley along the right shoulder of Lemon street. Bykon took out his mace to prepare for a bit of violent confrontation, which is what his Master would call an encounter like this. Both got lucky as the goons rushed past them to fight the other group who were likely the Necromancer's gang. All this did was make things easier, but scarier for their future escape. Would they have to fight all these goons after the turf war battle ended? Getting deeper into the alleys sounds of the battle on Lemon street filled the air. Several goons that came in a little late entered the same little alley. A group of 4 young looking goons, two older looking goons blocked their path. One group appeared to be goblin, and human hybrids. The other looked more very ghoulish in appearance. Each group looked at each other seeing them as easy prey until they saw Octavio's weapon.
"Alright Octavio well bugger off. Just tell us who this one is." One of the ghoulish ones demanded with a bunch of scars on his face, and pieces of skin missing. At a closer glance Bykon could tell this was actually deliberately done and from past fights.
Octavio looked at Bykon then at them with his finger on the trigger. Just as the goons were about to back off the turf war over the Lemon Street block started to reach them. Goons, and thugs belonging to ten separate gangs fought what appeared to be Zombified humanoids. Just two of the goons who blocked their path ran past them with fear. Scores of goons fought the shuffling humanoids that looked very much like reanimated corpses. By the scores these walking corpses fell as the goons fired into their disorganized flanks. Most of the goons became a bit of a meal for the zombified humanoids as they overwhelmed them when they stopped to kill the walking corpses. Bykon blinked several times unsure if he just witnessed the goons getting torn apart as these zombies ate their flesh. His mobster friend started blasting the horde and goons with his shotgun. Pellets torn into the zombies, and goons alike. Showing he did not care who was on whose side the mobster shot up these gangsters, and zombies indiscriminately. Bykon witnessed the goons and walking corpses die from the shells Octavio fired from his weapon. Turning around he checked to see if any one else followed them over here. This sort of turf war was sure to attract attention of the authorities.
Going at it Octavio became trigger happy and pulled out a grenade from a coat pocket. Pulling its pin, he tossed into the horde and fired another shot. One or more of the pellets hit the grenade causing it to explode earlier sending shrapnel everywhere. Blood, guts, and body parts splattered the walls and ground in the alley way. Octavio's shotgun and grenade put a huge dent in the horde of zombies while causing the goons' numbers to dwindle. Whoever was left with their view point ran off to other alleys in the hopes of escaping Octavio and these zombies. Eight more of these creatures rounded the corner only to be gunned down by Octavio. Using his ascension Bykon discovered most of the combatants were already down. This Turf War did not last very long. He spotted plenty of stragglers and where the zombified creatures were pouring out of.
"Most of the creatures are coming out of the second building along the street. We need to get over there." Bykon said rushing over to the street.
Forcing Octavio to follow him Bykon ran into a scene of an aftermath of carnage. Corpses of goons, zombified creatures littered the street. A few more of these zombified creatures still shuffled about. They were easy enough to take down without Octavio's aid. Getting across the street wasn't difficult despite the amount of bodies that cluttered the area. Finding the building where the zombies came out of proved a little difficult until he went back into ascension for a moment. Once he located the source Bykon sprinted for one of the buildings. Killing a few more of those zombified creatures in one of the alleys he finally found one of the sources. Along a brick wall some metal double door remained swung wide open. It seemed a little quaint for this entrance to be unguarded. Yet his ascension powers were not up to scale so he could see inside buildings. Feeling like he had no other options Bykon raced over to the open entrance. Right as he came to the entrance a dark clothed figure appeared at the doorway. He halted as the figure raised a weapon then struck him in the face.
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