Capachino's speculations soon faded as a red rocket flew in from afar.
[VOOOOOORRRRRSSHHHHHHHhhh]
Sweetener who saw the rocket approach him quickly evaded, however the rocket soon followed. "Heat seeking?!" [BOOOOOOOoooooOOOOMMM]
Sweetener avoided a direct impact and escaped with only minor burn. His eyes quickly readjusted in search for where the rocket came from. Following the trail of smoke his eyes quickly directed itself to the roof of a one story building.
Thee sun was glaring, however a figure of a man could be seen with a rectangular device on his shoulder. His hair was black and his brown uniform made his unique presence even more interesting.
Capachino was the first to recognize, (T-Thats...)
"General J. Bottle..." Sweetener was surprised stood back up from his crouched position and looked up to where Bottle stood.
Even the MPD and Mucunda's personnel paused their fighting to see what the commotion was about.
Having grabbed everyone's attention Bottle dropped the bazooka next to the suitcase and pulled out a cigar.
[Huff~] He proceeded to take a deep breath, breathing out the nicotine of his cigar. After breathing out in a calm voice he spoke, "Well now..."
Bottle observed the ground and saw the remnants of the previous conflict. He wanted to arrive faster, but he thought it would be cooler to show up on top of the building and so he was late. [Huff~] (Hmm... maybe it was a bad idea to this... oh well.)
Bottle put one leg on the ledge he proceeded to speak.
"Hey you! With the chopstick legs! That little girl is under my jurisdiction, now I don't know what happened but just wait till I get down there."
Bottle backed away from the edge of the building. Expecting Bottle to jump down Sweetener got ready to charge. He knelt down and put his right leg forward and got ready to pounce. Sweetener waited for 3 solid minutes but Bottle did not appear.
Could he have ran away? This question was quickly answered.
Bottle later showed up opening the first floor entrance with cigar in hand, [Huff~] "Thanks for waiting, I was using the stairs."
Capachino's eyes showed immense disappointment. (We're all gonna die.)
Bottle proceeded to flick his cigar and walk forward with both his hands in his pocket. Sweetener expecting something waited on his attack and watched for a couple seconds more.
"You know... I promised this kid to find her mother without any payment. And you know what I realized?"
Sweetener was dumbfounded by this, but given that this came from the legendary General J. Bottle he decided to reply. "What...."
Bottle continued to walk forward until he was next to Gesus. After seeing that she wasn't wounded he spoke, "There won't be any point of finding her mother if she isn't there to see her..."
[Click!]
He unhooked his holster for his revolver and proceeded to draw it. After checking the ammunition he put it back into his pocket.
"You aren't going to use it..."
"I don't need it, after all you're the one that needs to use a weapon here."
"Humf... lets see how long that last."
Bottle got into a boxing stance, both his fists were close to his chest and face, guarding his head and his upper body.
Sweetener in his bent down position smiled as if he caught a bird in a cage.
"Barlet's Dash" [Click...] "?!?"
"Barlet's Dash..." [Click...]
"Barlet's Dash!" [Click...]
(Dam, ran out of gas...) Indeed it appears that the canisters that contained the pressurized air has run out of juice. But there was no need, after all Bottle was human.
Sweetener began to run toward Bottle, his legs essentially propelled him forward like a spring with every step. The distance was closed and Sweetener swung his leg in a horizontal swipe.
Bottle quickly ducked and evaded the attack but at the same time be unleashed a jab into the chest of Sweetener.
"!??!!"
Sweetener coughed up blood and immediately retreated. (How could this be? My speed and strength are none to match... B-But..)
Bottle quickly jumped and punched down at Sweetener's face, throwing him down into the ground. "If you have that much time to think then be my guest. But remember that this is a fight."
Sweetener spun from the ground and got back up onto his feet. As his leg sliced and weaved Bottle quickly jumped back and avoided all the attacks.
Sweetener retreated, but Bottle immediately caught up and struck again at Sweetener. This time Sweetener tried to evade but his shoulder was caught.
"Argh!" Sweetener panicked and swung with his legs but it caught nothing but the wind.
Having enough he asked Bottle himself, [Cough] [Cough] "I know that you... don't have any augmentations. So why is it that you can dodge my attacks... Let alone attack me...?"
Bottle kept his guard up but kindly responded. "You don't get it... all I'm doing is beating a dead corpse. The killing is already done."
"What kind of bullshit are you sprouting here... We're barely getting..."
Blood dripped from Sweetener's mouth, at the same time Sweetener couldn't feel his chest throb any more. The adrenaline from his previous fight was now dying down.
He could feel the pain throughout his body and the warmth of his blood that was now flowing out of his body from his chest. The salt that clogged the wound now dissipated showed a clear hole through the heart.
Sweetener's face turned into a shade of pale. He quickly grabbed his chest trying to cover up his chest to prevent the bleeding. He tried to speak but his voice wouldn't come out.
Bottle sat down on the side and pulled out another cigar and a lighter. [Clink] [Hiss~] "You know... In war... [Huff~] there is one resource that is overlooked... time..."
Sweetener dropped to his knees. His special organs were powerful but not invincible.
"With your bio enhancements you would've lived if you seeked a doctor... however-"
[Cough] "Y-Y-you... [Cough] [Cough] wasted my time..."
"Yea..." [Huff~]
Sweetener was angry, but felt no rage. He turned his head to look at Dante, "he fought well..."
Bottle looked back as well, however he didn't feel anything or so he thought. Death was no stranger to Bottle, but he couldn't help to tear up a little. He quickly wiped his face, "Not well enough though..."
"Heh, how cruel..." Sweetener on his knees closed his eyes taking one last breath and died.
......................................................................................................................
The fight was over and Bottle has finished his cigar and tossed it away. He stood up and walked over to Dante and turned his body. Dante was long dead, his eyes were already closed and his body covered in a puddle of blood.
Bottle crouched and reached for Dante's neck and pulled out his dog tag. [Click]
[Dante-1st Company-Lieutenant-B Negative-None]
A muffled voice called out from his back, "Stand up and turn around. I got a bone to pick with you..."
Capachino stood behind Bottle, his body had many fractures and scars but it wasn't anything mortal. His spinal cord was healed thanks to his regenerative abilities. His eyes narrowed as he observed Dante's corpse.
Bottle stood up and turned around to face Capachino. Capachino's eyes soon met Bottle's, eye to eye.
[Cough] [Cough] "General J. Bottle, I won't lie when I say that you've saved my men today or... at least what's left of them."
(Who the hell is this guy?) Bottle was confused but his sunglasses covered his confused expression. As Capachino talked he crouched next to Dante's corpse.
"I would execute you right now, but I won't. [Cough] With that being said the next time I see you will be either behind bars or a public executi-"
When Capachino turned his head Bottle was several feet away picking Gesus up and carried her on his shoulder. He then made his way to the roof of the house in which both the suitcase and the bazooka was at.
Capachino, who was ignored, now lamented the fact that he let Bottle go. His hand tightened into a fist, but just before he could act 3 Trojan drop ship came by and landed.
MPD officers came out with their plasma saber ignited. One of them came to Capachino.
"Sir! [Salute!] Captain Luck has requested that you return immediately."
"What does he want?"
"Somebody has broken through our quarantine to the east."
[!?!] "What?... where the hell did Nocturn get enough man power to break through?"
"N-No sir. It was one man, who broke through the blockade."
"WHAT!" Capachino was shocked, the quarantine which was placed around Dark Side used many resources. Entire detachments of MPD companies were used to secure the blockade. Trojan dropships would've been used for rapid deployment incase of an attack. Not to mention the red arm named Shake, who guarded the area.
[Sigh~] "Alright get back onto the Trojan we're moving out!"
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