129 The Dark Prince Descends II : Anton Of Moscow (1/2)

The best time to take advantage of a flash grenade is immediately it goes off, because just after a few seconds of disorienting retinal burns and blindness, the affected people would start panicking and squeezing their triggers every which way. Of course when that happens, they become a danger not just to me and my team, but also to their own comrades. The idea was to take out the most probable targets and let the chaos ensue, and it seems Morrigan had the same idea.

I turned and moved the sights of my gun to places where it seemed as if the people were more clustered, and most of them there were well dressed men in black suits, with an earpiece in their ears. I methodically squeezed the trigger and aimed my gun six times in all before moving behind another pillar and listening as they began to tear each other apart by shooting in the wrong direction.

Morrigan moved out with a shield of ice floating in front of her, there was a tiny hold in front of it for her to put her gun out and take shots. And with her taking the lead the rest of our team followed behind with Nuwa behind them, eyes closed and knees placed on the ground as the temperature of the entire mansion seemed to rapidly drop. I moved out from behind the pillar quickly striding across the hall as I went looking for the bitch that sent assassins after me.

As I moved through the hall I felt someone grab my shoes, I looked down and saw a guard that was as the brink of death looking at me with dull almost lifeless eyes. I looked back at him for a few seconds, then I pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger splattering his brains allover the ground. But that seemed to be a distraction as I felt someone slam into my sternum and carried me up before smashing me down on the dinning table that had been vacated the very moment the lights went off.

The table was actually made from metal, but the force that was used to throw me down actually crumpled it's metallic frame, rumpling it and creating sharp edges that cut at my light blue suit. But apart from that I felt a few ribs crack, seems like the guy I'm fighting is no ordinary person. I looked up at him only to see a punch heading for my face, the only problem was that this punch seemed to be made of some sort of green energy.

I quickly shifted my head to the side throwing the man off me as the area where my head once occupied was squeezed into pretzels and smashed to pieces. I quickly moved up back to my feet and flew at the well over seven foot man, I jumped up sending a knee strike to his chest, but the same green energy appeared over him, forming a sort of barrier that protected him, and then blasted me backwards. I had as much control over my body in real life as I did in the game, though that's just something I discovered recently. However as I flew through the air I pulled out my handguns and flipped whilst simultaneously pulling the triggers and landing on my feet.

*Bang!* *Bang!!* *Bang!!!* *Pak!* *Pak!!* *Pak!!!*

Every shot I fired seemed to ripple of his shield, I could see the armor piercing bullets completely crumpled into a fraction of their original size. This guy had an absolute defense, he was a Meta-human just like Morrigan and Nuwa, and from the looks of it, a very powerful one. My attention might have been on him, and his on me, but we were still very concentrated on our surroundings. I could hear gun shots from outside the mansion and feel vibrations from beneath my feet. Looks like the other teams were already beginning their assault and cutting off their routes of escape.

Most of the party goers, including the person I very much came here to kill were gathered in one corner of the dining hall. Lamkova Dragonov is a beautiful woman, too bad all that beauty covered a sinister and treacherous heart. But I won't judge, I'm pretty sinister and treacherous myself. There were a few guards around her and the people who were still alive, a green barrier suddenly sprung to life around them, completely cutting them off from Morrigan and the rest of our team.

(Master I can't get into his head, it's almost as if there's some sort of block, he's completely Arghhhhh!!!)

”Arghhhhh!!!”

I was so shocked, not just by the fact that Morrigan's voice was just in my head, but by the painful scream she released after. She suddenly collapsed on the ground as her body began shaking and fronting at the mouth, almost as if she was undergoing a seizure or something. I turned to look at the seven foot tall, plane skinned bleached blonde man with the ability to create barriers. The glare in my eye would have set the entire ocean on fire if I was staring at it.

”What the fuck did you do?” I asked him with undisguised malice.

”Anton did not do anything to black woman! But Anton is going to kill you! Bad man that invades Anton's home and kills Anton's people. But first Anton is going to hurt you very much! And Anton is going to enjoy it very much!” he said to me as he took of the black suit he was wearing and dropped the guns on his body too, along with a rather nasty looking dagger.

It was then I noticed that a sort of battleground had been formed around the two of us, the assault had already been carried out, however our targets were being protected by this brute of a man, to get to them I had to get rid of him, and everyone knew that I would only be satisfied if I was the one who kicked his large but well proportioned ass. I took of my suit and threw it to the side before removing the cuff links on my sleeves, then I proceeded to role them up, keeping my eyes on Anton who seemed contented to wait.

”Well Anton, I have every intention of hurting you too, and by the time I'm don't Anton is going to sound even more stupid than he already is, and then I'm going to kill Anton and chop him up into a million tiny pieces, piss on those pieces and then throw them into a fucking volcano!”

”Anton doesn't care what you do to Anton's body. Dead is dead, and if you can take Anton's life you puny common human, then I invite you to try and come battle with a god! Come Anton will teach you good lesson.”

Okay this guy's way of speaking would be considered cute....if he was five, but he's a grown man and it was irritating. Why the fuck would he referring to himself in the third person, but never the less I don't care, I'm going to beat him, one way or another. But I seem to be feeling some sort of pressure/headache at the back of my head, and a weird feeling from my chest too. However there was no time to focus on that, I had to rip this overgrown Russian baby a new one.