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Heart Of Iron

Chapter 8: Confrontations

Part 3

With the force of an entire offensive line, Six impacted against the nearest saurian, powdering bone and liquifying organs. He steamrolled over the recently deceased sack of scales and shoved the smoking barrel of his shotgun into his next target's maw. Its eyes zeroed in on Six's merciless visor with a fearful look, he pulled the trigger and splattered its large skull all over his shield and the unfortunate victim's surrounding compatriots, simultaneously freeing the weapon. Not losing his momentum, the spartan waived his roaring shotgun sideways, emptying the 8 gauge pellets into the crowd ahead of him. Four ravagers became limbless, lifeless, and extinct dinos. The shotgun ran dry with a clank, the last smoldering shell clattering to the floor in a small pile, Six didn't miss a beat, he threw his spent shotgun into the nearest living saurian, nocking it off its feet and collapsing its snout with a nauseating crunch. He drew his knife and magnum, akimbo, and leaped into the hoard, taking a life with each slash and bark of his pistol. He was enraged, these creatures had exposed and used his weakness, and for that transgression they would all pay, with their lives.

As the engine of destruction they knew as Six tore the collective force of Dark Kat's might a new asshole, Callie, Felina, the officers, and the SwatKats watched in awe. The level of lethality that he exuded was majestic in its own way, the spartan having turned war into an art-form. "Holy crap!" Razor exclaimed, watching with disbelief as Six took an unbelievably punishing amount of gunfire, shield flaring, and still managed to toss one of the saurians a dozen feet in the air.

Dark Kat watched with growing frustration, things were not going as planned, this 'demon' was proving to be a much more dangerous opponent then he had realized. What was it exactly? He wondered, a new enforcer robot? Perhaps an exosuit? He paid closer attention to it, looking for any grain of information that could support a hypothesis. Information was power, and it looked like he would need all the power he could lay his paws on.

Callie and Felina watched the spartan they had gotten to know with equal amounts of awe and fear, he was a completely different person when he was in battle, almost a monster. Callie gasped as he throat slammed a ravager to the ground with so much power that the sound of its neck shattering was audible from the distance and over the sound of the warriors carnage. Then he roared deafeningly, his pistol had been smashed out of his grip by a particularly determined scaled foe. It turned out that its victory would be short lived, Six turned to it and impaled its cheek with his knife. He dragged the blade up and to the left, cutting the entire lower jaw off to flop uselessly to the floor. Before it could even howl, Six caved its chest in with a titanium alloyed boot, ending its suffering and flinging its corpse out of his killing field to scatter another pack of the beasts.

But for all his prowess, the numbers were becoming dangerous. His shield had failed long ago, the ravagers rifle-fire pinging off his super durable armor, the only reason that one of the softer joints of his armor had not been breached was his remarkable agility, dodging bullets with superhuman speed. Six had recovered his shotgun but couldn't find a break in the combat to reload it, he had charged ahead to divert pressure onto him and away from his lesser armored allies. But the stunned Kats were too busy gawking to realize that he needed their help.

He finally faltered when a round punctured the crease between his right shoulder and chestplate, sending a bright crimson spurt of blood shooting out into the oxygen rich atmosphere. The bullet had made a clean puncture, straight through his body and out the other side. He grunted in pain and stabbed the offender in the eye, immediately killing him. By this time Six's fighting style had changed. He went from being methodical and streamlined, to the likeness of a cornered wolf, snarling and fighting with a terrible ferocity dealing death out equally to all. The spartan's armor was scored and pitted, innumerable rounds having hammered it. The MJOLNIR no longer pristine, it now closely resembled a piece of forging iron, beaten, but not broken.

The thing that snapped the Kats out of their awe stricken inaction was the terrible sight of a round slicing into the bottom right portion of Six's fiberoptic like gorget. He stumbled backwards and grasped the squirting wound close to his throat, almost falling to his knees but still managing to backup just in time to avoid a strike to his helm and divert his wounded shoulder to intercept a burst of fire. The bullets plinking against the thick titanium alloy plates.

Felina had recovered and berated herself harshly for her foolish inaction. "Covering fire!" She ordered, firing her pistol, the other enforcers jolted out of their frozen stares and quickly complying with shots of their own.

Callie had tried to run out into the fight to see to Six, so worried that she was not paying attention to the peril involved with such a reckless maneuver. Thankfully Felina had yanked her tail and pulled her back. "Stay here." She commanded with a strict authoritarian tone.

"I...he..." She stuttered, trying to argue, but the more she thought about it, the more she knew Felina was right. She would only cause more problems due to her lack of experience. And the last thing Six needed at the moment was another problem. "Okay." She mumbled in defeat, backing up and hating herself for her uselessness.

"Don't worry Ms. Briggs, we got his back covered." Razor said with confidence as he prepare to jump in to the skirmish with T-bone.

"Let's kick some tail!" T-bone growled in anticipation, running up to one of the ravagers and firing a bolo from his Glovatrix, trapping its legs and making the reptile fall to the floor, where he proceeded to kick its lights out. Helping his friend, Razor ran past him to scissor kick another pair, sending them flailing backwards. The vigilante duo then launched a clutch of nets, snagging up a majority of the remaining ravagers.

All of this gave Six enough time for his shield to recharge and gather his second wind. The spartan used the time to get a quick survey of the battlefield. The fight was turning in their favor, (those two dressed up kats were actually pretty competent fighters), but this Dark Kat was still directing his minions. The head needed to be cut off of the snake. Even as his shields recharged the spartan began to hack and blast his way through the seemingly endless numbers at the evil masterminds disposal.

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Dark Kat saw that demon scything a bloody swath through his minions, determinedly heading in his direction. Fine, he would take care of this demonic usurper himself. He let the black armored entity come about three-quarters in before he moved to attack.

With a growl Dark Kat leaped toward his victim and smashed down his massive paws. But instead of a killing blow he was surprised when the demon nimbly dodged the blow and punched him in the gut with a gauntleted fist. The force behind the strike stunned Dark Kat, he had never before felt such agony. It might even had debilitated him if no for his powerful will and tolerance for pain. In retaliation he allowed himself to fall backwards, yet as he was falling he flung his left heel into the demon's helm, sending him sprawling to the ground. With a snarl, Dark Kat felt his hindpaw bruise up, the armor of this thing was incredibly durable and strong. He would have to mitigate his attacks from now on.

While the demon was recovering he backed up to give himself some room and glanced about the battlezone. Most of his ravagers were down, taken out by those infuriating SwatKats an those damn enforcers. It looked like this fight was a defeat, but it mattered not, his Fear Ship was no doubt loaded up and ready to go. He got what he came here for, this loss was minuscule in comparison to the prizes aboard and ravagers were easily replaced. But before he would leave, he will deal with this meddlesome armored thing.

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Six was recovering from the underhanded hit when he felt another blow collide with his wounded shoulder. The spartan snarled as he felt a huge paw hit directly upon his bleeding extremity. Angered he drove a retaliatory knee into his underhanded opponent, lancing it into the Kat's sternum and followed up with an ear ringing haymaker. The huge Kat stumbled but was unbroken. His pistol had run dry and his knife was buried in the throat of some ravage farther back, this fight would have to be done the old fashioned way.

The two adversaries exchanged blows at a lightning pace, almost too fast for the onlookers to see. The group had beaten the last of the ravagers and were watching the titanic duel. The fight was long and brutal, each opponent was unwilling to give ground, hitting each over with merciless fists and feet at staggering velocities, but the outcome was slowly becoming obvious. Six was stronger, tougher, more brutal, and a much more experienced warrior then Dark Kat. He landed one more final blow to the Kat's chin that sent the evil villain to the ground. Before Six could finish him off he fumbled in a pocket in his cape and tossed something out to clatter to the floor in front of him, there was an explosion of light, smoke, and noise. Everyone in the vicinity was blinded and deafened, all except Six, his helm polarized and his auditory suite dulled the sound. Still the smoke concealed his foe and when it faded he was gone.

Six stood there staring at the spot his growing nemesis had just cowardly vacated, and collapsed to his knees in exhaustion. The fight was won this day, but he had been wounded and thrashed quite thoroughly. He fumbled around in one of his armor slots and pulled out a canister of biofoam. The spartan jammed it into his shoulder wound and squeezed the container. He snarled quietly as it filled the hole in his shoulder with the dual compound creating the white foam and sealing the breach in his suit.

Then he walked past the stunned faces of the Kats and retrieved his knife, cleaned the blade with antiseptic from the same slot the biofoam came from, and dug it into his neck. Growling in pain, he fished for the bullet lodged into the side of his neck and wormed it out with a particularly loud snarl. The high calibre round clattered to the floor flinging specks of blood in the air. With that finished he cleansed his blade once more and sheathed it in his chestplate harness, andryenbapying the biofoam to the cleaned wound. With his knife and wounds addressed, Six walked to the nearest wall and slid down to the floor. This world was not as dangerous as the one he had accidentally abandoned, but it was proving to be much more taxing on his patience, health, and armor. He didn't even know how he was going fix the two new breaches in his suit. It's not like there was a random supply of MJOLNIR parts lying around. Nor could he repair the damage iflictied upon it during this little fight.

The Kats were hesitant to approach the silent warrior. T-bone and Razor marveled at his ability to kick Dark Kat's tail, the enforcer officers were perpetually awed by this seemingly godlike entity, while Callie and Felina were just worried for him. He had been shot twice! Not to mention he had just ripped a bullet out of his neck with a knife! With a worried glance and pace, the two women walked over to the reclining spartan.

Callie didn't even have to kneel down to talk to him eye to visor. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly, comprehending the irony that she had already asked him that at least twice that day.

"Yeah tin man, you should probably be in a hospital of something right now." Felina mumbled concernedly. She was still amazed he was still conscious, there was coagulated blood on the collar of his chestplate and it trailed down to his waist. It was hard to see because it disturbingly blended in with the ebony armor a little too well.

".......I'm still operational." He answered after a few moments of silence. He stood up slowly, stumbling as he did so, the two women catching him and almost getting crushed by him due to his weight. T-bone and Razor jumped in and with their help, they managed to keep the spartan standing. The wall behind him was covered in clotting blood, it had been on the back of his armor, most likely having collected their before he applied the biofoam. Unknown to all but him, he had been bleeding profusely since the moment the bullets hit him till he finally sealed up the wounds. "Some minor blood loss." He grudgingly admitted.

"I'm all for a brave man, but you don't have to be stubborn." Felina said with a forced laugh. In the short time she had known him, his stalwart personality, utter devotion to her friend, and quiet strength had dug a place in her heart for him, and she did not like seeing him like this. Up to this point he had seemed untouchable, invincible, it also burned to know that these wounds were in part, if not completely, her fault, her gawking had essentially abandoned him to the ravagers and leading up to his current situation at the moment.

"Just hang in there." Callie ordered, holding his left gauntlet in her paws as T-bone and Razor helped him out of the compound. The rest of the enforcers were ordered by Felina to secure it and find the scientists.

"I'm fine Callie, just need to get some rest and food to help replenish the lost blood." The spartan was still leaning on the two vigilantes but he was also recovering, even then. He turned to the two helping him walk. "Thanks." He said slowly, it was hard to get used to the fact there was others around. On Reach he watched his team die, until he was the last one left. He fingered the small dog-tag chain and sighed quietly.

"No problem, even though you way a ton, it was worth it to see Dark Kat get his tail handed to him!" T-bone chuckled, not realizing the irony that Six did in fact almost way a ton.

"T-bone's right, it's no big deal, any friend of Ms. Briggs is a friend of ours." Razor said with a feline grin.

"Friend.." Six mumbled to himself quietly. Is that what they were? He truly did not understand why he was so attached to this woman, what she meant to him, what all these others meant to him. He often found himself thinking that, and had yet to come to a conclusion.

As they neared the exit to the R&D facility, they could see that more enforcers had arrived and that Commander Feral was there, his back turned and talking with angry looking gestures to the men under his command.

"Shit." Felina grunted, now would defiantly not be the time for the two to meet. What would she do? When the idea struck her it made her groan in reluctance. "Razor, T-bone, can you guys get him out of here? I don't think my uncle should see him just yet."

"Sure thing Lt. We should be able to get him in the hold, if he doesn't mind flying coach?" T-bone turned to the spartan.

"No problems here, I've flown in worse conditions." Six remarked easily. The pain was starting to fade and he was regaining his strength.

"Good, get him outta hear and I'll take care of Callie." Felina explained, watching as the Swatkats went around the bend with their live cargo.

"Time to face the music." Felina muttered reluctantly, walking with Callie towards the developing police line with hesitation. This would not be a fun conversation.