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Milsteir in Chaos

"Juagar, I really need some guns! Nothing's left in all of the Post!"

"The enemies had half, and we had half. Damn...I really shouldn't do that."

"Do what?"

"In my last duty role, I put the bullets in a good opening so in case the Guards had their bullets emptied, they could have some. I should have put some bullets in a secret area so in case we need some, we can..."

"Oh, look, a grenade."

"Can you just set aside a minor thing and find some other shooting weapons!"

"Oh, this is that machine gun Orozco used. I may need to give it a try."

"Can you just hear what I said?!"

Richard then turned his head to Juagar, his expression happy. Juagar didn't know what that mean, but when he approached the golden draconian, he gasped.

Aside from the M4, there were still a bunch of magazines and some grenades inside a concealed box. His grin made Juagar scared, since he knew what Richard wanted to do.

"R...Richard, don't do this. Please...don't make havoc in..."

Outside...

"Goddamn it, Sulfrest! Why are you trying to kill me?!"

"There's no hard feeling, Orozco. Between us, it's nothing perso..."

The blue draconian suddenly made a shocked expression when he realized Orozco had shot him with a shot from his pistol fell from dead personnel. He roared while shooting the bullets many times until Sulfrest coughed blood and fell slumped over Orozco. He put the body aside, but at the same time gasped and couldn't move when he saw Richard carrying two grenades on both of his hands. He realized Richard was smiling in a manner like a draconian trying to enjoy a war like home.

"Hey, you fucking piece of shits! Come here and get me!" shouted Richard with a grin.

Half of the soldiers suddenly turned to him, while half became confused because they knew Richard was on their side. Suddenly, the ones being drawn readied their weapons and aimed to him, before they knew Richard had thrown some grenades to the ground with the pin still on.

"What? He threw the grenade? What a joke. That won't gonna blo..."

The mocking soldier got his word cut when he saw Richard thrust his yellow sword to the ground, making an electricity spark not lethal enough. But then, Richard didn't target the soldiers, but the grenades he just thrown. The pins suddenly went off and three seconds later an explosion happened between them, killing and blowing some of them into pieces.

"There's more!"

The grenades thrown by Richard now had their pins released by some string that he pulled at the same time. He threw them to many parts, blowing many draconians to pieces (but at the same time blowing the compound to pieces, as well). Richard then drew the M4 from his back and executed many draconians that was trying to kill him. In the end, he was the one standing, without any wounds. This in turn made his comrades scared.

"Richard, stop! You'll end up killing our men!" exclaimed Juagar jumping out from the cover behind Richard. "We also need those grenades for other cases aside from this one!"

"No, this is only the beginning," said Richard while turning to Juagar. "The town is in chaos!"

"Then, we must take what we can take to defend the town. What do you see?"

"Okay, there's a gang war...wait, many gang wars all over the town, and then there were also riots."

"Shit...we need backup. Someone call the goddamn center. Tell them we need men and ammo. Tell them this is a big problem that concerned the borderline."

"B...but, we can't call the center without the commander," said one of the draconians. "He's not in."

"Tell them it's from commander Viglerne. Quick, or we won't gonna find Milsteir intact for long!"

While some other trying to gather what's left from the previous attack, Richard tried to contact Engrak, but then the sword didn't reply. Richard thought Engrak always kept silent after a very long time inside his dream that almost took his life. Engrak saved him many times, and the training both in increasing his draconic powers and to suppress his dragon curse drained both his life energy and Engrak's. Because maybe now the dragon was too weak to even appear, he only could smile and saying a silent thanks for the dragon for making him a true dragon by heart.

Opening his wings, Richard flew away towards Juagar's home where he found Cernelesh and Kijte was at the back lot. When he landed, Cernelesh became surprised, but at the same time relieved.

"Richard..."

"Cernie, does this house have a place where you three can be save?"

"The basement is good, but why?"

Richard hugged Cernelesh, and then he said, "Please...tell Vandel...if both of us never gets back, don't avenge our killers. In this war, we can't tell how many deaths we'll encounter. It's best you don't know."

"Y...you two are going to a battlefield?"

"We'll correct the misunderstanding. The Union Guards are not cowards, so you can count on us."

Cernelesh slowly shed into tears. Knowing this, Richard kissed Cernelesh, without realizing Kijte was watching them. Richard somehow didn't care since this could be the last time they kiss together. When it somehow became a very long smooch, there was a faint bomb explosion. Richard let go and then he smiled to Cernelesh, while holding his tears. Only then, when he flew away, his emotion started to pile up as he left a drip of his dragon tear. If only they had more time...

In the battlefield...

"When did these motherfuckers came out?!"

"Maybe the Dragnets coordinated them while we were busy with the draconians back at the base!" exclaimed Juagar. "Hey, new guy, behind you!"

Though he reacted as soon as Juagar said that, the draconian had his chest cut by a sword slash from an assailing red draconian, which was also killed by a headshot from Juagar's crossbow. Juagar could only swear for letting a new recruit killed, but he knew this was a war like what happened 12 years ago. The only difference was that now he had the privilege to be involved, not as war victims.

Ignoring his past, Juagar ran toward a building while scanning the field. The Xeno Street, though full of lights, were like a slaughter field. The armed civilians helped the Guards giving their best shots towards the assailants. Bloods covered the grounds, fire rose, smoke billowing up from the fire, and any other destruction Juagar saw was only the small amount of destruction if the war broke between the unstable two nations. He could only hope many types of ammunition were left so he could try to use the weapons he couldn't have time to try.

"I can't use my crossbow many times...," thought Juagar. "It's hard to find these antique weapon's ammunitions."

In the way, he saw Seiglet cut a draconian before running away from a grenade explosion radius, jumping to cover. Juagar threw a rock to him, and when Seiglet turned, the dark green draconian beckoned Seiglet to go to his position. Another grenade explosion beside Seiglet, and if it wasn't for the overturned car, he would be dead by now.

"It's getting heated up, mate!" exclaimed Seiglet. "I can do nothing!"

"You're fine, Seiglet. Can you use other weapons aside from swords?"

"No, I can't. I really can't be relied in a gun fight, mate. I can only use blades, and believe me, I tried to shot one drake with a pistol, but in turn, I missed. Using the distraction, I cut him."

While Seiglet talked, he didn't realize that he was standing, and because of his high posture, he became a very soft target. Juagar pulled his crossbow when he realized there was a draconian aiming his machine gun to Seiglet, only to realize that he was out of ammo. He then pulled Seiglet down as quick as he could right after some gunshots were heard.

"Damn it, man! You almost getting yourself killed standing like that!"

"I can't feel any goddamn bastards if they are standing too far! My senses aren't good for ranged, you know, mate?"

"Shit, why can we just like normal soldiers and use all kind of weapons?! Who the hell proposed we do the trainings alone?!"

In the other side of the war, Orozco was trying to gather what's left on his destroyed M4 after using it to hit the heads of many draconians as hard as he could after he couldn't find any ammunition. He forgot that since draconians were also dragons, they had horns, so of course it broke easily. Though that wasn't his favorite M4 he currently left at home, he couldn't have the heart to destroy it until all of the parts were thrown to many parts, even impaling one unsuspecting draconian from one of the sharp edges he threw. Again, he was stunned by it until he forgot that he was in an internal conflict without realizing a gang member hit him with a baseball bat. He was lucky there was so many hard scales at his head, alongside his spiky horns that reduced the impact and avoided being killed, though it was still very painful.

When he turned, in dizziness, he felt another hit to his body. The gang member didn't relent when he realized Orozco wasn't killed by the one hit kill. The green lime draconian started to lose consciousness and coughed blood because of fresh blood coming out from his head. Before he finally lost consciousness, he saw his attacker got his head blown apart by a shotgun blast from behind, and he met the familiar wood brown draconian shouting to him a moment before he closed his eyes.

"Orozco! Orozco! Hey! Are you okay?!" exclaimed Bestreid to the unconscious Orozco. He opened the green lime's shirt and felt his draconic heart. He sighed in relief that the heart was still beating well.

"Hey, you're the one training shotgun, right?" said Bestreid when he saw one familiar yellow dragon. "Can you help me?"

"Yes? What can I do for you, sir?"

"Cover me while I carry this drake!"

"Yes sir!"

"If you're pitted, I'll help you. At least, you must remember what I told you back at the Guard House. Understood?"

When he nodded, he pulled out the pump-shotgun from Post 40 Bestreid asked him to borrow when they were out of shells. Bestreid, though short in posture, was strong enough to carry Orozco on his back. They ran back to some buildings while the recruit shot his shells towards some other assailants. They couldn't hold back and even when they reached a safe place, Bestreid's leg was shot, and the pain rushed to all of his body, making him fell. He urged the recruit to go and take cover while he turned his body and pumped his shotgun, shooting a charging draconian. Taken in surprise, the draconian could only see his scaly arm got shot off, a moment before his life was cut with a single shot through the heart in point-blank. The wood brown draconian panted because of this, and crawled toward the safe point when he saw a familiar clawed hand offered the help. He chuckled a little, knowing that it was Richard.

"Dude, you're late," said Bestreid.

"I really need to do some errands with a friend."

"Do you realize what we're...?"

Throwing down a box from his back, Bestreid watched as the shotgun shells fell from the overturned box. It was the exact shell Bestreid needed. But, how did Richard knew about that? He never touched any shotguns these past 5 months.

"The shells are those of my Remington," said Bestreid in awe. "H...how did you..." "Don't ask me, ask Hector. He knew your shotgun carried on your back whenever you're getting out from the shop going here. He had sharp eyes."

"I mean, how could he have so much of these shells while the Guards had scarce bullets?!"

"He had a deep secret under his scales. Don't worry; he won't bite, though he had shark teeth."

"I know Hector Fritz as a good neighbor. At least, give my thanks to him."

Richard saw a grenade thrown toward the place first before Bestreid saw it too. Unsheathing his sword in a very fast pace, he cut the grenade in half, but in turn made it explode. Richard managed to cover his friends, and only got minor injuries because of the fragments flying.

"T...the fuck?!"

"Bes, go find Viglerne! He might be holed up inside his apartment! You gotta find anyone that could coordinate attacks!"

"I can't! My leg's got shot!"

"Damn it!" Richard fell silent for a moment, then he said, "Bes, I really don't want to do this but...please, hold on until I get back, okay?"

"You mean, leaving me here?"

Richard then nodded. Bestreid somehow knew what the draconian was trying to do, and it wasn't a good thing since the place was rained by bullets either by gang wars, armed civilians, and the Dragnet undercovers.

"Hey, Richard! You can't go around the street! It's too hot!"

"How hot? It's not sunny today."

"You idiot, I mean there's a crossfire down at the Xeno Street! Though when I saw how you took the blast from the frag, I still can't guarantee your scale protection if you're shot by a sniper!"

"I'll try not to be at the street. Is this building adjacent to the others?"

"Yeah. Some of the buildings in this block are very close together."

"Here, take this Remington Hector gave me," said Richard taking out a Remington from his jacket. "I'll be back."

"Oh, I can guess what you're trying to do. Do me a favor, alright? Kill the snipers so we can..."

"Hey, don't push yourself to talk."

"D...don't hesitate to kill them. All of our snipers are stationed at the first floors. If you found a winged draconian, kill him, but if he's wingless...you know what to do. Remember, Richard...you're staining your hands with punk's blood, and...and I'm sorry."

Richard turned his draconic head to Bestreid, and then he grinned and said, "Dude, I'm okay. I've stained my hand with many bloods in my past. I'll do it for law."

"And...one more question."

"Yeah?"

"When did you get a leather jacket right after that blast? I thought it made you naked."

"Oh? The blast didn't rip my jacket off, and this is from a body I found in the way here. My hoody was too...hard for me to fly, so I left it."

"Oh...It's actually how I see you now...since you always use it everywhere aside from your...Guard uniform."

"If I have more money, I planned to change my clothes. In battle, if you can't scavenge the death, you can't survive. Okay, stay alive while I'm away! You're the one saving me from the ambush, and this is the time I repay it!"

Richard then found a ladder and ran upstairs, leaving Bestreid with his own problems. Richard walked to the attic via the ladder (while at the same time saying sorry to the draconians holed up inside), and found the main battle at Xeno Street. It was like hell with many bullets, body parts, bloods, and injured everywhere. The once a place for adult entertainment became a slaughterhouse in the open. Draconians killed each other in a mad party no one wanted to start, and it was only because of an illegal criminal organization hiding like cowards that started this mess.

The half-dragon was reluctant to kill any draconians since he had seen so much death. He lost his bloodlust after the forever training with Engrak, and he knew killing the snipers wouldn't do much to stop the all-out gang war, but knew he must think of something better to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.

"Richard..."

Engrak's voice echoed deep inside his mind. The ethereal body started to appear before him.

"Richard, for now, I can't do much to tell you on how you'll be dealing with this. This is out of my problems," said Engrak. "I know this is all of the sudden, but..."

"I know," said Richard with a grin. "But, I..."

"This is your war now, not ours. You're now in a new life. From now on, your sword will taste what this world holds other than your own world. You can't go back, but to move forward."

Richard went silent for a moment, but then he laughed a little, "Hey, Engrak, since when you became dramatic?"

"For a dying dragon, I guess having a great kind of talking can be useful."

"Since when you became humoristic?"

"I'll keep that in mind. Just...if you ever find a good mate, call me."

"I'll do it."

When Engrak was gone, Richard got himself out of his worries and he drew his sword, and found a very good idea to stop the snipers.

The draconians fought like they were depending on it, and the snipers had a hard time to kill the draconians since they moved fast and blended. Armed civilians, gang members, and Guards all fought in one, seemingly out of order. One of the sniper then said, "Yo, dude, I can't find our homies down there!"

"You did know Kerzhaz, right?!"

"Damn, he looked really the same with the opposing members!"

"This is the reason why we really need a good gang color! I always tried to tell one but that idiot Retshers still kept on informal attire! Don't he ever realize how many armed civilians here! No, all of the adult..."

"Hey, if you two don't mind..."

They both turned around to find Richard. Luckily, they both didn't know that Richard was the main threat, but still surprised by him.

"Hey, you're not supposed to be up here!" shouted one of them. "Explain yourself or I'll stick this up your ass!"

"Whoa, dudes! I'm just trying to say to you not to shoot me! I want to take refuge up here. It's not safe down there."

"Well, you've got a good sword over there," said one of them. "Why don't you save yourself and don't mess with us or we'll gonna kill you right away?"

"Yeah, well...oh shit, behind you!"

Richard pulled his gun and when they both turned their head, he made a curved smile and then he hit both of them on the head with speed and strength able to knock them down in a single hit. When he checked they were unconscious, he took their snipers and threw it down to some draconians from the Guards he knew. They thanked him. Lucky enough, the place was obscured with higher buildings on the left, so the other sniper couldn't find out what happen to their comrades. He smiled to his creation, and flew upwards.

The golden draconian resumed his prank on many snipers, and he was relieved nothing was lethal. Like the one when he tricked a sniper to shoot him and chase him down, to the point the draconian fell over a stair. He also did a simple way of prank, like pushing a draconian off the ledge (wingless ones) or pulling their snipers from them and tied them securely to a pole, while leaving their eyes closed with their own clothes (improvisation, since there's no blindfold around). After taking care of all the snipers and giving ammunitions to his friends (sometimes accidentally the enemies), he kept one and since he saw it was very unique, he tried it to shot opposite snipers.

Somehow, because he saw it needed to have a lever pulled after each shot, it was a burden, but the sudden shot he gave to the opposite building's snipers while running made an edge, though not precise and sometimes became lethal because he shot the head. Only when he knew the ammunition was out the fun was over, and it changed into panic when he saw many draconians aimed machine guns toward him. While he ran away ducking, the blast from the guns hit the walls, and he ran toward the other end without even trying to stop, for it would be lethal.

While at the streets, Juagar was cutting a draconian's throat open with a stab from a fallen draconian's sword. It was a very simple feat of cutting since he didn't know anything about swordfights and of course he tackled the draconian off. He saw that the Draconian was an armed civilian, and he felt very devastated on killing innocent lives (nothing was innocent in this town, though), before he heard repeated machine gun blasts from the rooftops.

"What the hell" was the only think he could say before he saw a figure of golden scales running away from the shots given to him. Juagar quickly deduced it was Richard and he knew the draconian was in danger. He tried to warn Richard, but knew doing so had a consequence that could be lethal to the golden-scaled draconian. He could only watch as Richard ran away from the pursuing ammunitions flying to him.

Richard finally reached a place where the guns couldn't hit him and found a cover. He tried to find a timing to fly down right before they reloaded. How could there be so many draconians on the roof carrying machine guns while the main fights were down at the streets? Peeping, he realized they were different from the draconians down there, both in clothes and weapons.

"So they're the main problems," thought Richard. "Now I really have a reason to kill." While he peeped, he realized they had reached their positions, but reloading. Using this chance, he jumped out from his cover and started to empty the remaining bullets from his pistol for some Dragnets thugs before falling to the battleground below safely, but in the middle of a crossfire that made his tail got hit (again) by stray bullets. Wincing, he ran toward the cover where Juagar currently resided.

"Richard! You're some shit, man!"

"You too, Jua," replied Richard while trying to pull some bullets out from his tail. "Those drakes up there are Dragnets! They're trying to kill me!"

"I know it already, but if you're here, then they..."

"Hostiles coming from the roof! Drake down, drake down!"

Upon hearing a roar, they saw that the Dragnets were hunting Richard down. Now it became easier for them to kill all of the draconians without ever testing on marksmanship. Richard readied his sword, while Juagar his crossbow. They both ran toward the assailants and started a bloody mess. While Richard cut through, Juagar used the sharpened edge of a splinter to impale one, and then use his heavy crossbow to destroy other's head. They killed at least five before the others were killed by their comrades.

The draconians were holed up in the cover, without any way to run or even shooting back. Most of them emptied out their guns and the ammunitions Richard provided to them couldn't help them stopping the street dwellers and Dragnets in the war that shouldn't had happened. Hector somehow tried to defend his store with all of the weapons he had in display, and both Juagar and Richard were surprised from how good he made use of all weapons.

"Hey, is he a multiple user?" asked Richard.

"Hector? Oh, he's a real soldier, man. He liked to study how we use our guns. He's like a god of war, man. He taught many draconians to walk tall with the weapons. Well, I guess that's not the thing we must discuss. Hey, Richard, turn around!"

Following the warning, a red scaled draconian was trying to stab Richard before the golden draconian ducked and used counter attack to return his stab through his neck. The dead draconian then slumped over the flower pot, staining it with blood and some dripped to Richard's head.

"Damn, that was close!"

"Shit! Now we can't find reinforcements or even making contact with the center! What the hell are we suppose to do!"

"I'm currently running to Viglerne's apartment. He's our only chance on reinforcement and control over this area. I think he's holed up to his place."

"No, he's too tired on unnecessary activities with those two," replied Juagar while shooting a draconian with a pistol recovered from the dead draconian. "It's not far from here, but we need to clear the streets first before we can go there with car."

"I was trying to go there from the roof, and now it's not safe! Shit, this leaves me no choice. You, hey, the green one! Can I have your M4?"

"Y...yeah? But, for what?"

"Just give me that goddamn weapon."

"Richard, what do you want to do, man?"

"You'll see the action soon enough."

After saying that, he took some grenades and ran upwards to the third floor where he knew the position of the draconians shooting him (they were currently shooting at the street). When he reached the top, he used his digitigrades feet to move silently behind the machine gunners and then pulled the pin from one of his grenade. No one was aware of it until Richard ran and screamed "fire in the hole!" in which they turned and realized it was too late. They blew apart, sending some draconic limbs to the street and pouring blood from the third floor, which actually made some draconians below them, became sick. Juagar saw how a claw flew in front of him, displaced.

Richard didn't wait long. After running from the edge, he opened his wings and jumped. While flapping his wings, he aimed his M4 towards every draconians he could suggest as enemies, roaring and releasing all 30 bullets currently inside his magazine to his enemies, injuring some, but lethal to some. In the end, after realizing he emptied them out, he threw five grenades to them, without even thinking they were allies or not. When he reached the other side, a big explosion blasted the street, even making the Guards took cover in a split second before the explosion hit them, but the force of the explosion blew them, too, but luckily, not lethal.

"What is that motherfucker doing?!" exclaimed Juagar. "Does he realize we're almost killed? Shit, he even killed some of our men!"

"Jua, help! Fuck, what was that bomb?"

Juagar turned his head towards the familiar voice. He saw Bestreid slumping on the wall, carrying his Remington. On what Juagar could see, the wood brown draconian got many cuts around his chest and leg; even he realized one of his eyes was gouged out by enemies. He was like dying, though from how powerful he shouts, Juagar could only know he could lost many blood.

"Bes, what the hell happened to ya?!"

"I lost my men back there and I'm trying to use a kitchen knife when a hostile countered it and pulled my fucking eye out! I can't concentrate, but this baby did her job reducing his head to pieces! Ouch, my tail..."

"Don't move too much, I'll call medic! Hey, anyone's a medic! Help him!"

When the med-team reached Bestreid and helped him stood up, Bestreid turned his draconic head to the street, watching the destruction from the grenades.

"Hell, it's like the place was being air-struck," said Bestreid while holding the pain on his eye socket. "Did you call any reinforcement?"

"...it was Richard."

"Richard, huh? He's a tough one, I can say."

"Bes, we can't help him now if his animalistic senses awaken. He's a half-dragon, not a draconian like us. If he became wild and starts his bloodlust, we have to kill him. I know he's our friend, but he's unstable. He's going to Viglerne's place."

"B...but you gotta control him somehow if he's like that."

"No, he had his trustworthy friend inside his trustworthy sword. He knew his limits, but then, he knew what would kill him. I'll gonna help the meds on you for now. It's a hard fact, but I guess you'll be living your rest of your life without an eye."

"I...alright," replied Bestreid with a grin.

"It's really a surprise about your eyes, though. It's really a miracle you didn't get yourself blind, and maybe you managed to make him missing your nerves."

"A great miracle, that is."