Havok Bringer

I separated from the Lycoan and held the Havok Blades of the Blood Nova down and out, circling him tentatively. The chaos and noise in the background faded away; the pulsing, thumping beat of the club music now dampened by my focus on the task at hand.
My renewed vigor didn't faze the Giant Lycoan; instead, it angrily snarled and jumped into the air once again. Unlike the other two times, this time he faked a downward swing of his electrified club and used the centrifugal force of the swing to spin himself around in the air, coming down hard with the clawed fingers of his right hand.
I managed to sidestep slightly, but his claws found purchase, angrily scraping across my flank. I winced but managed to stay focused, twisting to the left and bringing both blades to my left side. I let my momentum carry me, mimicking the Lycoan's earlier attack, and spun around completely, bringing the blades up to slice along his massive, hairy back. They didn't cut deep, but they cut, nonetheless.
The Wolfman arched his back, threw his head back, and howled in pain. The wounds began to glow with a slight tinge of red, mimicking the now glowing Havok Blades. Though I hadn't spent much time training with the blades, I immediately understood what this was: it was the weapon's unique ability, Blood Nova.
I quickly jumped back, ensuring I was out of the range of the electrified club as the Lycoan spun to face me once again. I saw his black eyes dart left toward a stairwell, and an unbelievable thought occurred to me…he was about to run.
The Lycoan dashed up the stairwell, sprinting for the third floor of the club. It wasn't the smart move to follow him, but the adrenaline pulsing through my veins didn't lend itself to making the smart move in this moment.
I sprinted up the stairs after him as he burst through a set of double doors into a large open ballroom. The floor of the room was bone white with green embellishments. Two curved, ornate stairwells trimmed in gold spiraled up on each side. A large gold chandelier hung from the ceiling above a green crest of sorts. I instantly regretted my decision to follow the Lycoan as more security guards pressed down into the main room from each stairwell. I took a deep breath and pulled my plasma pistol into my right hand from my dimensional storage, returning that blade with a thought.
I rushed to the stairwell on the right, two guards rushing me as I ran. I couldn't tell their races because they all wore black composite helmets, hiding their identities. I used the butt of my pistol, and with my right hand, I slammed it into the temple of the first. He scorpioned sideways to his right, and I brought the blade in my left hand up, piercing his neck.
Without stopping, I pulled my blade and threw it point-first at the second guard, piercing him through the chest. As he fell, I ran past and removed my blade from his torso with a wet slurp, continuing my push to the stairwell.
I saw a guard on the left side of the stairs, nearly to the bottom of the stairwell. I pointed my plasma pistol and fired two rounds as I ran; his legs buckled under him, confirming the kill. I continued running as, surprisingly, I heard a familiar song start to play.
"This one goes out to the only human customer this place has ever had!" A voice said in a cheesy DJ tone. "Big Red! Here is your favorite song, IIIIIT's FREEBIRD!"
The song started playing during the second half, where it gets fast and goes into the screaming guitar solo. The DJ had mixed club-style drums with it, and the song blared through the entire building, screaming guitar and thumping club beats intertwining into an energetic Southern Rock anthem. I didn't know exactly what was happening, but I quickly smiled and decided that if I had to kill a bunch of people to a soundtrack, this was not a bad choice.
Returning my attention to the fray in the ballroom, I saw another guard standing to the left of the stairwell, pistol trained on me. With a flick of my wrist, I threw my blade at him. The red glowing blade made contact, sinking into his stomach, knocking him off his feet. Understanding that I had no time to celebrate, I pressed into the stairwell, picking up an ornate decorative plate from its stand. I ran into another descending guard and slammed the flat edge of the plate into his throat before punching the opposite edge. My increased strength caused the dull plate to cut halfway through the guard's throat, he gurgled and choked, Blood splattering everywhere as he fell.
My eyes flashed, and I saw two red mist trails form on the stairwell in front of me. I guessed this was how the Havok Blades of the Blood Nova allowed me to track my target. I glanced down between gasping breaths and saw my forearms pulsing with power, ripples running repeatedly up and down each arm. I couldn't use most of my abilities since my armor was offline, but the entity was itching to be set free.
"Working on getting you back online. I'm gonna have to handle this one myself, though." I grunted as I ran up the stairwell, following the red mist. Two more guards rushed me, and I dropped them quickly with two plasma bursts. I ran on, finally reaching the top of the stairwell, and turned right through another set of doors into a smaller room. This room almost resembled a typical small conference room, but there was no furniture, just open space.
The Lycoan stood there, panting, club to his left side.

"I honestly expected you to lean more toward fight than flight. I guess people will surprise you," I said with a shrug, trying to downplay my heaving chest that betrayed the struggle I had gone through to follow the retreating Lycoan.
"I can tell you where the other human is. I have seen him around here. I can help you!" The Lycoan pleaded.
"Honestly, I think we will find him on our own. We're kind of past the whole beg for your life thing," I said, dismissing my pistol and recalling my second Blood Blade. Before I could make a move, a door on the left side wall of the room slammed open. A naked human with a brilliant flash of red hair stumbled into the room, and without warning, he rushed the lycoan.
"Red! Be careful, he has a big boomstick!" I shouted.
Red turned in my direction, bobbing sideways like he was drunk, "Boomstick, you call that a boomstick!" he slurred, pointing at the Lycoan's weapon. The Lycoan, confused, kept looking back and forth between Red and me, as Freebird continued blaring throughout the club.
"This is a boomstick!" Red shouted, pointing toward his dick with both hands. "Hah! Watch this, Captain!" Red rushed the Lycoan. Before the massive wolfman could react, Red was on him, landing alternating hooks to his body. The lycoan heaved into the air and swung his clawed left hand in retaliation. Red ducked the blow and side-stepped around to the Lycoan's back, landing three more right hooks in quick succession.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I would have sworn that Red was drunk when he entered the room, yet here he was doing his best Mike Tyson impression.
Red stepped back, raising his fists near his chin in a defensive stance, "C'mon bitch boy! Show Big Red watcha got!"

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The Lycoan spun and drew his left fist back, preparing to land a devastating blow, but before he could throw the punch, Red hit him with two left jabs directly to the snout. The Lycoan flinched back, rage now consuming his features, and raised both clawed hands, preparing for a downward strike. Red hit him with a perfect straight right to the stomach, and the Lycoan doubled over from the loss of air in his lungs.
Seeing the opening, Red pounced. Two more left jabs to the snout, A right hook that caught him in the temple, and finally, a Left uppercut that lifted the Lycoan off his feet. He fell to the ground unconscious. Red then mounted the Lycoan and began raining blows on the unconscious alien. Blood leaked from every orifice on the Lycoans' head; his long tongue hanging out limply to one side.
"I think you got him, bro," I tried to pull Red off the nearly dead Lycoan.
"Almost only counts in hand grenades and dynamite," Red said as he stood up and began stomping the Lycoan's head to a pulp. "Now that is a dead werewolf!" He shouted as he raised his hands into the air, proclaiming himself the victor.
"W…what the fuck, man?" I said, looking at the gruesome scene. "Where did you learn to fight like that? And did you have to stomp his head in?"
Red turned to face me, still naked and with a goofy smile on his face. "It's a skill I got a while back, it's called Bar Brawler. Basically, I have some of the physical symptoms of being drunk…sort of. I get a little wobbly and I don't see so well, but as soon as I focus on a target, I get a boost in strength and dexterity. I mean, it may not be the best ability if I consider long-term strategy, but I can fight like a fuckin demon on booger sugar in short bursts when it is activated, and any pain or damage I take is dulled," Red shakily walked up to me and tapped me on the forehead. "It's. A. Pretty. Fucking. Cool. Skill."
I swiped his finger away and pulled him into a hug, "It's good to see you, brother. I wasn't sure what had happened to all of you. I'm glad you're okay."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa there, buddy!" Red said, backing up and pointing his finger at me. "Don't try that shit with me! I'll have you know I don't swing that way! Captain or not!"

I chuckled, "Calm down, bro. I'm just happy you're safe, is all. Let's see if we can find you some clothes and get you outta here."
"My clothes are in my room," Red said with a hiccup and an exaggerated point to the door he came through. "I was taking a break from all the wonderful ladies here, and I poked my head out of my room to see who else but my Capitan! I couldn't let you fight that dog guy alone, so I jumped in." He thumbed his nose, "is no problemo. ya know?"
"Thanks for that. Now, let's get your clothes," I walked toward the room and opened the door. I was taken aback at the sight of what lay inside. There had to be 15 different women in the room of all species and mostly naked. "Red…what the fuck, man?"
"Oh, yeah. We had that money from winning on the Red Moon of Alcara," he said, walking up and throwing an arm over my shoulder. "You can pay 100 credits and have one of them for the whole day, THE WHOLE DAY, Captain. Well, I had 25,000 credits, and the dating scene on Earth had been kinda rough, ya know?"He backed up and held his hands up defensively. "Hey, don't get all judgy on me. These girls are really nice. Apparently, they love working here and get some good benefits. The owner only hires Chaff for the place, so they all have classes that let them level up by working here. They were more than happy to keep me company."
"How does that even work? We didn't get offered any classes like that. I mean, I'm not judging here; as long as they were willing participants, it's all good," I looked at him and shook my head, "15 though? Isn't that kind of overkill, man? I mean, you couldn't have been here that long. I'm kind of impressed, to be honest."
"Red smiled a big toothy grin, "I been here four days. Four glorious, joy-filled days, Cap." Red walked into the room as a couple of the women stirred from their slumber. He assured them everything was okay and told them to go back to sleep before getting dressed. "So here's the thing, Cap. The owner of this place is a good dude. His name is Theodrus Duplichin. Get it?" Red looked at me, smiling.
"I raised an eyebrow, "Get…what?" Red slapped me on the back and chortled, "Theodrus…Duplichin…T.D's! Big T.D;s… It's his initials, but it also means…" Red held his hands in front of his chest and puffed out his cheeks for some reason. "It also means big ti…"
"Aaalright then." I slapped his hands down. "I get it. Let's go ahead and get you out to that transport and back to home base," I urged Red down the hallway toward the front entrance. The sounds of fighting had stopped, and since we hadn't been attacked by any more security guards, I assumed the squad had finished things. We walked down the spiral stairwell, being careful to step over the bodies.
"WOah," Red gaped and pointed at the body with the plate jammed into its
throat. "Did you do that without your armor? You are kind of a psycho, Cap. Ya know that, right?"
I sighed, "Seeming more and more like that might be the case." We walked down to the first floor to see that the nightclub portion of the place was deserted save for the squad. They were standing near the front door, smoking stingers and talking to each other as I approached.
"You all good here, boy?" Kindo asked with a nod.
"All good. Got Red, he is a little drunk and probably in dire need of some fluids, but he's okay." I said, walking to the group, Red in tow.
"You mean we did all that just to save your friend from death by orgasm?" Dan spoke up. The group all nudged each other and laughed.
"That'll be enough, you bunch of ballsacks. We had a job and completed the job. That's that. Everyone haul ass to the transport, and let's get outta this place." Kindo said, pointing toward the door.
Red nudged me, "This dude is kind of a hardass, right?"
I chuckled, "That hardass is gonna help us get the rest of our crew, and we need all the help we can get."
We exited the club and emerged back into the night air. It had gotten colder outside, or maybe it was just me coming down from the nervousness and adrenaline. As I walked, my vision began to glitch and flash. I stopped, blinking my eyes to try to figure out what was going on as my vision went dark. In a couple of seconds, everything returned to normal. Hell, it was better than normal as I saw my interface had returned. I could see my health bar and experience bar as well as my mini-map. It seemed that "saving" Red had given me my interface back. I whooped at the realization. It wasn't my armor, but it was a start.
"What was that about?" Red asked.
"I'll tell you in the transport. Let's just get out of here," I replied as I stepped into the transport." "Oh my. Who are these ruffians? Why are we riding in a panel van? Oh, dear God. Captain, have you joined a gang? I couldn't have been offline for too awfully long. It makes sense, though. I did sense a fair amount of white trash in you.
I smiled as I sat down. "Hello, Sherlock. Nice to have you back, asshole."