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Steven vs Lycan nest: 2 years after the Ing war
Steven entered the warehouse and smiled to himself. The Lycans hadn't noticed him yet. With any luck he could rescue any civilians inside and then deal with the Lycans afterwards. He pulled the hood of his long black cloak up and let his shoto fly into his left hand with telekinesis, moving silently as he crept up behind the Lycan. It was a crazy idea slashing their throats as he had seen in movies. 'Something only a Lemurian would try and succeed at.' He mused, igniting his blade and yanked its head back, dragging his blade along the creature's throat, the blade of demonic energy burning through its flesh, muscle and bone. Shadow Wrath was in his other hand a moment later, burning through the second Lycan's chest and upwards through its brain as it ignited.
He made his way deeper into the warehouse, surprised it was so big. What was even more was surprising was how far underground it went. He decided it didn't matter, spotting another Lycan charging him as he was halfway down the stairs. In a second he flew past it with a kick of his feet, bisecting the Lycan as he landed and spun on his heel. He sensed another behind him and thrust backwards, letting it impale itself on his blade then finished it off with a blast of dark energy that ripped most beings apart at a cellular level. It was a horrific way to die and he seldom used it but the bastards deserved it he figured.
He pressed on and swung low as another Lycan charged him, slashing its leg off at the knee before beheading it with a flick of his blade. As he saw a particularly large Lycan emerge from the shadows and to his surprise it spoke. "You murdered my brother, boy. Now you die." Steven smiled. "The one laying in pieces right now? Yeah you'll be joining him soon." The Lycan roared and lunged and Steven threw himself into a back flip. He wasn't quite fast enough and skidded across the floor from the impact but rolled backwards to his feet, bringing one of his blades up to block the claw swipe at his face.
To his surprise the blade didn't simply shear through the Lycan's claw, sparks flying as the two made contact time and time again. Steven spun again, kicking the creature in the chest hard enough to cracked its ribs but that didn't seem to slow it down, simply sending it sliding along the floor to the opposite wall before hurling his shorter blade at him. It speared through its shoulder and the Lycan roared in pain, snarling at the young man as it tore the weapon free and threw it aside before lunging, fully intending on throttling the life out of him. Steven was ready for the next attack and slid aside the thrust of his claws, calling his fallen weapon to his hand with telekinesis. He pivoted quickly and drove both blades under his armpits and through the Lycans chest, arms crossed in front of him.
The maelstrom continued but Steven let his demonic aura do most of the work, lashing out at, burning or shredding Lycans apart. When he spotted two kids hiding in a room he sensed they were the ones he had been sent to rescue. "I want you to run for the stairs when I say." The boy nodded. "I can carry my sister." Steven smiled, nodding. "Good boy. Now."
He watched the boy run for the stairs, keeping pace with them by quite literal leaps and bounds and every time he landed a Lycan died. Whether by blade or blast of energy. As they returned to the surface he spotted two Shepherds waiting for them and nodded. "Get them home. Check their memories and wipe any traumatizing ones." One nodded and smiled. "Pretty good, Mactovish." He shrugged. "It's what I do. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a wife and kid to get home to."
His thoughts drifted to Linnea. 'On my way home, my love. Corey up from his nap?' He smiled to himself as Linnea responded that their son was in fact awake and missed him. He had taken to fatherhood shockingly easily. He had matured into a skilled warrior, had defeated the Ing swarm alongside his wife and their friends and while most had taken a break or simply sat back to enjoy the peace they had fought for and won that fire still burned in him. That desire to fight and protect.
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