When The Sky Blackens

There it was, that roar again. He heard one like this before, with his Russian comrade Mikhail and together, they defeated the monster. The young one did not know much in the ways of speech, and coordinating anything seemed difficult. He ran with Mikhail at first, but together, they dispatched the beast that continued to follow them. The unfolding of the event was so catastrophic, it did what he hoped would never happen. They found him. The most dangerous of the Legion's units, the ones spoken only about in whispers and rumors. For all the terrible things for Roman to endure, to see, and to do, those within the ranks hunting him would take that all in as child play. It was shortly after Mikhail took to another area, though it seemed to be they would reunite one day or another. There was no doubt within the Ex-Legionnaire's mind Mikhail would also find himself in some trouble from their former masters.

It happened at night, as any ambush should have. In these situations, with a member of the Legion escaped after slaughtering his brothers and sisters, very few would be sent to track the escapee down. There was only one tasked to track Roman, as this sort of mission was hush-hush on many levels. Anyone witnessing the event would either be mind wiped, or killed. No one in Karakura would know of Roman's existance.

It took less than five minutes for the fight to end, and it opened with the suppressed combat rifle peppering his alleyway home in a hail of bullets. While Roman did receive a few of these to his body, he was able to use his powers to stop the rest of the clip from actually killing him. Just as the protective layer of energy surrounded him, it was gone and Roman played the part of dead. His hunter should have radioed in for extraction, but overconfidence could best any of the strongest warriors. Roman's bleeding body was rolled over onto his back, revealing furrowed eyes that immediately sparked with red light. A Brain Blast fired from his forehead, blowing off the man's upper right portion of his chest, almost all of his neck, and half of the arm on the same side. The body slumped, and in a state of great haste did he take the contents from his would-be Assassin's body.

One combat rifle, half clip of 5.56 rounds.
-Two reloads. (60 rounds) One clip regular, one clip Spiritual Killers
-Multi-vision scope
-Suppressor
One Tokarev, full clip
-Two reloads
One Ballistic Knife
-One Reload
Canteen
Armored Battle Suit
-Damaged
Two Flash Bang Grenades
One PMK, or Personal Medical Kit

Two doses of Lortrin
One dose of Kibble
Two sticks of Heavenly Dragon's Mist
Two joints of Ghost Weed

Knowing better than to stay in his current area, the Psyker fled the scene of the crime, half way across town and almost found himself bled out completely by that time. He used the PMK to dig out and close up his wounds to the effect of staunching the bleeding, then proceeded to use Flesh Knit to close the wounds up. Roman knew very little of the spiritual world, as his area of expertise was based around dealing with the mundane, not the supernatural. The very same man who tracked him down with the purpose of killing him may have saved his life at one point. These were the ones who fought the hidden battles against the Hollow, while their brethren fought against armed insurgents and the like. Roman did not know the mere use of his powers would attract a Hollow, and it came calling sometime in the afternoon. Shortly after his bullet wounds found themselves healed into scars, the lack of blood and mental strain used to keep him from dying initially caused him to black out. Having not used his mind for so long did not help as well. It was the telltale roar of the Hollow that forced his bloodshot eyes open, scanning frantically and rising with a groan. The heavy footsteps shook the ground to the point of a small earthquake happening as it grew closer. He saw the beast, hideous in form, looking like some sort of chimera between the arms, pincers and tail of a scorpion, the body of a guerilla, the legs of a ram and the hideous bone mask resembling something only wrought from the nightmares of humans.

It stood in the alleyway for but a single moment, then rushed forward to attack.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or the adrenaline rushing through his tired body, but something inside Roman snapped. It could have been a serious mental break down, by the looks of it. PTSD kicking into overdrive. He hadn't even replied to the Shinigami when she asked about his status, he reached down and grabbed the rifle and was about to start firing when the girl got in the way, selfless were her motivations but he did not know that. Roman screamed at the Shinigami in Russian to get out of the way, that she was blocking his line of fire from the nightmare! When he finally got a clear shot, he felt the tug of his shirt collar pull him back deeper into the alley. His response given, again in Russian, was for the girl to let him go, though the only part Yoon-Mi would be able to make out was the name Svetlana. In his mind, he saw Yoon-Mi as his former unit commander trying to pull him out of a situation he refused to leave.



“NYET!”



Roman screamed, his eyes going wide as he raised the half-empty rifle up and unloaded the remaining ten rounds. Thunderous booms echoed for just a few seconds, yet the gun's ammunition had no effect on the Hollow. Those bullets were meant to take down a human, not something of the supernatural. He hadn't, in his lack of thought, grabbed the other two clips of ammo. He threw the automatic weapon to the ground and reached behind him, pulling out the combat knife and throwing his body around to escape the Shinigami's grip on him. The Hollow pursued at a quick pace, it's pincered arms reaching out with rapid snips. Had Roman not broke free, he would have been in a bad spot and maybe even torn in half. Rather than an end to his life, the Russian took two steps forward before jumping up into the air towards the Hollow. He cleared over both of the beast's arms and nearly made it to the monster's face when the tail lashed out and quickly stabbed him in the shoulder. The mind-shattered scream of the Psyker grew only louder as he landed against the creature's fur covered chest and grabbed with one hand, while frantically stabbing at the Hollow in vain. It was at this time that the Hollow's poison filled stinger rose again and moved to strike.