[center][h3]Oram Hellios, Lunar Wolf
Akura Mission: Final Part[/h3][/center]

Oram was a bit dazed. The bastard had gotten him pretty good. He lifted himself from the small pile of rubble he’d formed after impact. Yeah, he was gonna beat the crap out of those guys. He was seriously going to… Wait… What was that? He glanced around for a moment. It was quiet, but he definitely heard it. Sobbing. Somebody was in this room crying. But who? He searched from a moment. 

“Ha! The idiots got sent right into that room!” He heard a laugh. Idiot huh?

“I wonder if he ended up hitting those guys. Heh, probably dead anyway.” Another voice rang out. 

Oram was still searching. He heard it. And he was getting closer. And closer. “You’re here.” He spoke and heard a gasp. It looked like a few people. A man and a woman huddled over a child. “Come on. Move a little. I’m not here to…” He stopped speaking when he tried to lift the two adults. They were dead. Corpses. And under them was a young girl Perhaps a teenager. About 12 or 13 or so. But that was a guess. Oram could never tell just by looking. She was shaking. Trembling in fear. “Wait here for a moment. Cover your ears. Hum, sing, it doesn’t matter. But…  No matter what you do. Don’t leave. I’ll help you get out of here.” He said with an undertone of complete and utter rage as he removed his jacket and put it over her. Her clothes were torn to shreds. She could use something.

With that he was making his way back through the hole. The cocky Akura members were laughing. “You blew his wittle jacket off.” “This idiot doesn’t know what he’s in for.” “Let’s kill him quick.” He heard these among other statements from the five. Still even as they began to attack him. Weak punches and weak kicks. “Tell me.” He spoke through the barrage of attacks. “Why did you hurt that young girl and her family?” He asked in a quiet voice, almost a whisper. 

“What? Hah! Because we felt like it, of course!” The primary attacker laughed. “Why would we need a reason after multiplying our power at least 10 tens over?! What possib… !!!!” He was stopped dead in his tracked by a fist to the face and was sent flying. The sheer impact of his body against the wall left a splatter of blood as he slid down. Even as a member of Lunar Wolf. Even as a lap dog for Alec Roganoff. Oram had his limits. Limits of evil so grotesque that they burn him down to his very core. Alec Roganoff had passed these limits long ago. But Oram knew he wasn’t at a level to take out the wizard saint. Not yet. But these bastards. These heartless Fucks. He could take them even on his worst day. 

“Let me give you a little word of advice you Akura Fuck Faces.” He began as he caught one of their legs and swung the person into another, their head slamming into the next person’s own head with deadly force. “It doesn’t matter how much you multiply your power. Zero times zero will always be zero.” There were two left. Oram held his hand up. The gravity around one increased. He felt himself being forced to the floor. His bones were being crushed. He felt like his insides were going to squirt out of his body. He screamed in agony for a moment before falling unconscious. “One.” He simply said as the man began to attack furiously. All Oram had to do was dodge. It was too easy. 

“What the fuck?! We’re… We’re Dragon Slayers now! How?! How could you?! W-we’re powerful.” A punch, a kick, a roar. It was all so weak. It was too easy for Oram to knock him off his feet. 

“Since you’re so talkative.” He began as he placed his foot on the man’s chest and began to pull on his arm. “What do you think will happen if I pull on your arm with all my strength, while increasing the Gravimetric pressure around only the rest of your body.” Oram grinned as he began to do so. The man open his mouth as if to speak, but only shouts of pain and agony came out. “What? Come on. All you have to do is answer.” Oram laughed as he continued. “What is it? Don’t you wanna sa…” He stopped as he pulled the man’s arm off his body. “Oops. Too late.” He laughed as he turned to leave the man, who gone into shock just seconds before his arm came off, and return to the girl. 

She had listened. Good. Otherwise she’d either have ended up dead or far more traumatized than she already was. Oram was bleeding from his mouth and the top of his head. Even if they were weak attacks, they could accumulate and cause some serious damage. Luckily it wasn’t serious, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t hurt. Still he wouldn’t go down or pass out with just this. “Come on. There’s nothing more I can do other then get you out of here.” He turned, but she grabbed his hand. She was still shaking. He picked her up and pulled the hood of his former jacket over her head ordering her to keep her eyes closed as he left. And with that he left taking the crate full of dragon lacrima with him, on his opposite free shoulder. It was rather large, but he could handle it. It was the only one. Must have been the big crate they were taking into the warehouse when he first arrived. 

He didn’t like what he did next, but he had too. The weak flames of the few pseudo fire dragon slayers were so weak they hadn’t even lit the place up. So he did it himself by using one of the more flame based dragon lacrima as a sort of incendiary.  They place would burn down within the next hour wiping away the Akura fucks and unfortunately the bodies of this girls parents. After that he left the girl with the proper authorities and instructed them to get her either a good home or get someone from the council. In addition he lied. Told them the Akura thugs had set the place on fire and burned everything along with the girl’s parent’s bodies. 

Just like that it was over. He was going to return to his guild with the crate of Dragon Lacrima and his mission was complete. Take care of the thugs and get the lacrima just like Alec said. 

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