[center][h2][color=silver]Grim Nemisis[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][i]Themerlinhawk[/i][/center]
[center][b]Ian[/b][/center]
[center][i]Day 1, Morning[/i][/center]


[i]There is at least a dozen of them eight humans and four Angels. She’s not in there.[/i]

[i][b]Hunter. Kill.[/b][/i]

[i]Shut the fuck up Namshiel[/i]

[i][b]Kill you.[/b][/i]

[i]Holy shit did you hear that? He can form sentences[/i]

[i][color=red]Come on Ian I want to play. FUCK THEM UP ALREADY!!![/color][/i]

[i]Calm down. This is an art you dumb whore.[/i]

Ian exhaled slowly as he sighted down the scope of his .50 Caliber rifle. The progress in technology certainly had its benefits. The scope he was using peeled back the exterior of the warehouse he was looking at. Combine that with the application of a heat filter allowed him to see exactly where the people inside the warehouse were standing. It was going to be like shooting fish in a barrel. Shifting on the rooftop, the man reached back and pushed the rifle strapped across his chest off to his right side so that he could aim more comfortably in the composite body armor he was wearing. 

3..
2…
1….
Squeeze

The first shot was a beauty as it blew the head off one of the angels. The crack of the high caliber rifle was unmistakeable even with the suppressor on the rifle. With a vicious motion Ian reloaded the weapon sending the massive casing flying into the abyss between the buildings as he shifted his position to track one of the other figures. Another crack and it took the arm off of one of the weapons dealers. Another casing, another shot. The rifle’s tempo was sporadic as Ian maneuvered to follow the figures within the building. With his last shot expended he heaved the rifle down off the ledge of the rooftop. Picking up a tube off the rooftop he snapped open the M72 rocket launcher and put a gaping hole in the side of the building. He’d had to modify the rocket in question as it had been originally designed as an anti armor weapon which had given quite the necessary knockdown power for the wall he’d had in mind. 

With a quick flick of his wrist Ian dumped a coil of cable off the side of the roof. As it uncoiled Ian reached down to his left side and swung a collapsable grenade launcher up from where it hung on his left side. With a smooth motion he fired it in an arc so that it bounced through the hole he’d just put in the wall. It was a flash bang. As he hooked himself onto the rope and began to descend the building into the alley was he heard the grenade go off and then he heard the swearing begin. Smiling to himself he slid the rest of the way to the alley way where he unhooked himself from the rope. Taking an impact grenade from the back of his belt he reloaded the grenade launcher before snapping the rifle up from his right side and sprinting towards the opening in the side of the building.

As he closed in on the building he reached up and lifted a thin fire scarred mask into place over his face. It immediately seized onto his face bonding with the skin. Boney protrusions exited his skin near his joints as his muscles rippled and became more dense as he bonded with the demon’s essence. With a snarling heave Ian lept through the opening as he reached up and pulled another [url=http://orig15.deviantart.net/ab23/f/2009/324/1/b/army_of_two_punisher_mask_by_dragostat2.jpg]mask[/url] down over his face. The heavy material fit his face nicely so it did not limit his vision but concealed his appearance. It had also become part of who he’d turned into lately. 

The first two humans he came into contact with were quickly dispatched with a single round through the head as they were still trying to recover from the effects of the grenade. Turning he scanned the rest of the building and sniffed. [i]Angel on the left.[/i] Ian drew the handgun on his left hip and held down the trigger without looking. The barrage of bullets ripped into the angel all but cutting away part of its face. Ian ejected the magazine before replacing the handgun. Putting his left hand back on the rifle he began to slowly stalk the stacks of crates. There were still two more humans and at least one more angel. The humans were of no consequence; it was the angel who mattered. Stepping around a set of boxes Ian put a half a dozen bullets in the back of one of the humans who collapsed forward. One of the others was standing across from him. The arms dealer turned his gun on Ian. Leaping forward Ian kicked the corpse across the room at the still living human. The corpse slammed into him and Ian swung the grenade launcher up before firing the impact grenade into the two humans. The resulting explosion of wood shrapnel and partially vaporized body parts caused him to bring his arm up to shield his face from the blast. 

As he took his arm down he was forced to jump backward and draw one of the blades on his back. The Angel had been hiding on top of one of the boxes. The dark haired angel swung her sword down on his blade as he parried it aside and drove his kevlar armored fist into the side of her face causing her to spit blood and teeth as it impacted just above her jaw. With a scream of pain she lashed out with the double handed long sword she was carrying. Kicking his hips back Ian passed the blade again and kicked her in the sternum. The force of the kick cracked her sternum and sent her crashing through one of the partially destroyed wooden boxes. 

Walking after his victim Ian drew his second pistol and as she moved to grab the blade he shot the Angel with four controlled auto fire bursts which mangled her arms and legs below the knee. 
Putting his foot on her chest he bore down on the Battle Angel. His heightened senses could pick out the complaint of her ribs as his weight settled on her.

“Where is Lashiel.” Ian didn’t bother with any sort of pretense. They both knew who he was.