Underdogs

Chapter 1: Magic and Medicine

The group was awoken by the sound of alarms. Pseon quickly jumped out of his bunk, put on his clothes , and ran to the control room where Mimir had waited. Mimir's expressionless glowing turquoise eyes stared at the screen. "Terror attack at Mukport bay," he slowly turned himself to face Pseon. "It's definitely them."

Pseon's violet eyes narrowed, from the barracks room Tobias Blake walked sheepishly out of the room half asleep and wearing only his skivvies and jacket. "What's with all the damn racket? Can't a hero get his beauty sleep around here?" he said with a yawn.

Pseon was too full of excitement to berate him. "Put some clothes on, we're going hunting."

Pseon ran towards a large brass tube near the pile of mattresses marking the bottom of the chute, followed shortly by Tobias who was hopping on one foot to put pants on as he followed. Pseon went into the tube through a large glass door, closed it, and pressed a button. With a sudden rush of air, Pseon was launched upward with the gust towards the ceiling. Tobias was still trying to put his shoes on. "Wait for me goddammit!" He yelled. The tube shot Pseon out of a chimney-like tube on the rooftop of the building and he landed with a roll to absorb the shock of the landing. Shortly after, Tobias came rushing out the tube and fell on his face with a thud, in his attempt to roll to absorb the impact he ended up crashing into the ceiling vents. Pseon shook his head in disappointment and quickly pulled Tobias Blake to his feet. "Try to keep up if you can," he said before sliding down the emergency ladder towards the street.

The two made it down to the Mukport bay in just under an hour, they stood several feet from the gates to assess the situation. Tobias pulled a pair of binoculars out and scanned the surrounding area. "This is bad, they've definitely been here but there is no sign of them at all."

Pseon stared into the distance, "They're definitely here, keep your guard up." They patrolled through the pier, scanning the mass wreckage of bodies and machines, Blake's forehead wrinkled, "Where are the Gargoyles?"

Blake went down on his knee to inspect the bodies. "Found the Enforcers... or what's left of them at least," He examined the body more closely, he noticed wounds that resembled that of being shot in the chest, though the wounds resembled that of a bullet wound, there was no sign of anything else that would be left by a gun. No powder, no bullet and no signs of bruises or burns. The other enforcer had stab marks on his chest and one near the heart and yet there wasn't a single tear in his clothing. Blake's eyes narrowed behind his aviators, "This was him, there is no doubt."

The dead silence was broken by an ear piercing shriek which echoed in the distance. Tobias turned to see two brass-clad automatons on the side of a building flicker to life. "Found the Gargoyles," he yelled. The Gargoyles crashed to the ground in front of the two. Pseon and Tobias Blake split up to face them one on one. Tobias backed up to stay out of the reach of the Gargoyle's chainsaw blade. He reached for his pulselock and aimed to fire only to remember that it was broken. The Gargoyle raised it's own six barreled Gatling gun which began to spin rapidly. Tobias stood frozen for a moment. "Ah shi-"

The Gargoyle's gun let out a flurry of bullets whizzing past Tobias as he leaped into a nearby vendor shop for cover. Once the bullets stopped, he searched for something to defend himself with but found nothing. The Gargoyle crashed through the wall with it's chainsaw primed. Tobias backed into a wall with exposed piping and as the Gargoyle swung the blade, he ducked, causing steam to spit from the cut piping which blinded the Gargoyle's visual receptors. Tobias seized the opportunity, grabbing a pipe which was cut loose from the wall, shoving the pointed tip into the Gargoyle's head. The eyes fade to black and the metal beast crashed to the floor. Pseon struggled to avoid swing after swing of the other Gargoyle in a desperate attempt to avoid it. He Conjures a magenta seldgehammer which he brings to the Gargoyles' head but simply phases through it. The brass monstrosity swung once again at Pseon and he rolls away, landing on his back. His head begins to ache from the impact and the Gargoyle steps on one of his arms. Pseon screams in pain and just as the Gargoyle is about to bring it's final blow to him he sees something in the corner of his eye before a tomahawk sticks into the arm of the metal creature. A green ooze grows from it's blade, eating away at the metal frame of the Gargoyle until it falls apart into nothing more than a pile of wreckage.