[center][h1]Emmet "the Butcher" Dukes[/h1][/center]
[center][h2]Shock and Awe: Part 3[/h2][/center]

	Emmet looked towards Isaac Ryder, and after a moment a smiled curled upon his lips and a laugh broke out.  He holstered his pistol, "Emmet Dukes" he said, giving the man before him a pat on the shoulder.  Still holding his blade he gestured toward the crash site, "My company seems to have suffered something of a rotten crash, terrible luck I dare say!"  He sighed out of tiredness and looked around, noticing that for the moment there was a lack of action at his position.

	He looked once more to Ryder and began to speak, "and might I say that jacket of yours is quite ..." he cut himself off as he saw a figure in the distance.  There was an uneasy aura about the soldier as they stood their menacingly, the blood on their armor making it unclear if this was a noble warrior or some sort of monster.  Then again, Emmet noticed the blood on his own hands.  Finally he finished his sentence looking at Ryder again, "the jacket is quite nice."

	Suddenly he heard the familiar voice of Roland as the captain approached, and again a smile arose on Emmet's face.  "Sir, you would not know how glad I am to see you!  It would seem that the devil does not wish to claim me yet, although Miss Hepius Power Armor here certainly spooked me for a moment!"  He began to chuckle softly before the sudden interruption of the demons of the air, devils calling out for his demise suddenly distracted him.  Quickly Emmet pulled out his buckler, ducking behind it as the blast went off, feeling some bits of shrapnel slice into exposed shins.  He hissed at the pain as he focused his ki into them in order to compensate.  

	"Well it seems our welcome here is over," he hissed to the others, "I am going to try and attend to my men at the crash site, I leave whatever else must be done to you!"  With that he began to run towards the site, ignoring the pain in his legs.  His feet went to a relevé position, and the smile faded from his face as his dance across the battlefield began.  Waltzing amongst the many bodies lying on the ground he quickly began a flurry of carnage.  He danced and swirled around the bodies of the living as well, taking detours into the combats of his fellow men.  He quickly struck down Vaimese soldiers as he passed, striking at exposed angles while their were busy in one on one combat.  The fellow knights of Belisio he saved began to follow him towards the shuttle.  Upon reaching it his dance finally ended and some semblance of consciousness returned to his eyes, and Emmet fell to the ground beside the shuttle as finally he took to focus his ki on healing his legs while fellow members of his platoon kept watch of the oncoming storm.