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The enemy is close... yet, shadows hide it. But its viciousness, that is in full sunlight already.

Chapter 23: The ride

The night had been long, but not enough. The promise Killer and Alexis had made to each other and renewed every day along all the four months of her pregnancy and of their forced fasting of sex was more than serious... and it had lasted well over the day mark, effectively overcoming thirty hours. It wasn't break-less, obviously... but the breaks had been very short and tinged by passionate impatience. They had mostly renounced eating... but Killer had protested and underlined that at least Alexis had to eat a bit of a meal, furthermore now that she was mother, so she had at the end consented. But she hadn't missed teasingly underlining that it suspiciously looked like he wanted a break to pull his breath... and he had snorted with a wide grin and countered that she was just dreaming. Indeed, at the end, he had called for a meal to be brought in their room, and they had lovingly feed each other while she had stayed sat in his lap... and he had remained hard and erect into her the whole time. It had been awkward enough, but no one of them cared of anything when it came to their love and their particular way of living it... And that, anyway, had shut down any playful attempt of Alexis to maintain that he was tired. A shower had followed, of course, but that did not really count as break, since they had continued their ride under the flow of hot water... While a few pauses had come from Alexis attempting at her tasks of mother, Killer helping out gently as he could, doing whatever she asked from him.

Even with that, anyway, they had well overcome the thirty hours mark at the end, four months of exasperating, restrained and barely tamed desire burning to life into an arson of passion that had made the whole castle stay awake and shook a good few walls. At the end, Alexis had admitted she was exhausted and sore, her voice full of ecstasy but tinged with some regret as she eyed hungrily his still fully erected and hard shaft, and they had finally fallen asleep quietly, hugging each other into the bed... And when they finally had left the room a good few hours later, the huge male lovingly carrying the queen in his arms, they had been targets of tens of amazed stares as Alexis grinned and Killer coughed slightly in a fist to hide his own pleased grin.

Eight days had already passed from that moment, anyway... Alexis had had difficulties in walking for nearly two days, but she had firmly refused to admit it, and had forced herself into her routine of trainings and activity nonetheless... even if at times she hadn't minded too much Killer's help, thing that in normal conditions would have had drawn out of her something more than a simple roll of her enchanting eyes. They had been days dense with work and efforts in helping the reconstruction work in Kesteven and following the process of modernization of the army, that was being pushed on its road fast, together with the training of further soldiers and Predators to strengthen the lines of what was now the unified empire... And Alexis and Killer had moved to Raven, the small village near the dam's lake where so much past battles had been fought by Killer against enemy kingdoms that now were just parts of his reign and where the Predators were born. Even now, one of the most important training centers and bases of the Predators was there, occupying a large section of the shore of the artificial lake with its huge facilities: bunkerized barracks, firing ranges, gyms and magazines for equipment and an enormous zone for the physical training of the soldiers, all secured behind a perimeter made up by a deep anti-tank ditch, and an embankment surmounted by armoured turrets with remote weapon stations on top and by a wall of enormous blocks of reinforced Cementitan, a new material for bunkers that was now being used for all the new structures and for reinforcing the old ones. It was made up of a tight internal structure of solid titanium bars and reinforcements in ballistic plastic composites. The cement itself was a super-tensile chemical composite, and the whole structure resulting was both hard and flexible enough to increase exponentially its resistance against any kind of weapon. Thousands of cubic meters of Cementitan had already been used to build the enormous underground headquarters of the Joint Warriors Network, one placed in Kesteven and one just near the royal palace in Kendrew... from there, the control over the empire forces was total.

Killer, anyway, walked out from a very less important and complex building, coming out from a small wooden structure that was nothing more than a barber's shop, one of many services that any military base has... and he smiled a bit as he rubbed his fingers slowly into his changed mane. The rebel, loose mess of white and black-streaked fur was gone, replaced by an imposing Mohawk hairstyle that added considerably to his already towering height.

"Now, you are so hot... you look exactly like my idea of god."

Killer snorted laughter as he turned to the side with a grin, gazing amusedly to Alexis as she murred a bit and carefully looked over his new look while gracefully walking closer, powerful arms crossed just under her sumptuous cleavage as she come out cheerfully from the tattoo shop.

Several long bangs of fur made still their way towards his face, a tuft in particular coming down in front of his right eye, and his mane still reached all the way to the middle of his back, while it had been cut a bit shorter on the front so that now his ivory mane covered less of his muscular chest. She eyed this appreciatively, then her eyes traced slowly down his powerful, bare chest and his rippling abdominals, the blond femme fatale biting a bit her lower lip as she grinned and looked teasingly up to the huge male, loving the fact he was wearing only his black pants and standard combat boots with cruel steel claws jutting upwards from over the toes. Killer gazed back at her with complicity, grinning cheerfully as he looked over her form, his eyes caressing her beautiful body with passion as he licked his own lips slowly. The femme fatale was in training outfit, with spiked combat boots, form-fitting but comfortable black pants with a low waist held in place by a combat belt of black leather, and a little-covering black top with the Predators badge on the left side of the chest. Adding to that, was the fact she was as always wearing no bra, and her firm, gravity-defeating breasts pushed tauntingly against the fabric, puffy nipples rather evident under the cloth. She also had a red officer's hat, and she playfully lowered the peak of it on her eyes with a easy gesture as he smiled, easily finding the novelty on her wonderful body as his glance landed on her left arm.

She intercepted his look and grinned, tilting her head a bit to the side as she reached him and pushed her arm out for him. "Come on, say it. It's badass looking." She said playfully as he gazed over the two circles of twirled barbed wire that were now tattooed in black on her arm, running all around her strong, toned bicep. He smiled, tilting his head a bit to the side... and he had gladly nodded appreciatively. "It sure is... It looks very nice on you."

"And there's more." She grinned before gracefully spinning on her heels to show him her back... and as her tail moved to teasingly stroke at his inner thigh all the way up to the huge bulge at his crotch, he looked down, hands reaching for her hips... And he easily spotted it. Alexis grinned from over her shoulder as he gazed amusedly at the black winged sword tattooed just over the attachment of her tail, at the small of her back. The badge of the Predators and the symbol of Kesteven itself... a proof of her absolute pride in being in charge for the so glorious and feared elite force, the legend of the North. He squeezed her playfully at the sides, pulling her closer to his form as he bent forwards and kissed her neck gently before smiling widely, their eyes staring at each other for a moment. "Beautiful..." He whispered softly, and she grinned, tilting her head playfully upwards as she slid to his side, both tigers walking down the main road of the garrison's area, boots scratching with quiet noise against the gravel as they moved towards the enormous lake, passing by small groups of Predators in full uniform that snapped perfectly salutes at their passage... And the two traded a grin and a quiet chuckle as they heard the murmuring and the chatting of the soldiers all around. Their by-now famous endless ride wasn't a stunt to be soon forgotten, and even now, eight days later, it was still subject of animated conversations, female soldiers looking to Killer with further desire than usual, trying to incite him with their glances as he passed by and smiled and looking with envy to Alexis, while males looked longingly over the blond femme fatale.

"You know, I'm afraid we are getting vain." Killer suggested playfully as he grinned towards another group of female soldiers that looked towards him with the most sensual glances they were capable off as the two sovereigns walked down the steep embankment, marching towards the waters of the lake, where a large group of Predators in training shorts and shirt was accomplishing its hard, daily training. Alexis grinned and prepared a sharp, playful answer herself, but a voice steamrolled her gently from the side.

"No, bro... It was time for you to get a bit of class for your look." Alexander said teasingly, grinning as he stood at their side, shirtless himself and sweaty, but his mane impeccably collected into his own fixed, sharp tufts of white fur.

"Said from you, it scares me." Killer replied playfully, shoving idly his muscular but smaller brother to the side, almost making him topple over as he grunted and awkwardly sidestepped, glaring a bit up at him as Alexis chuckled softly.

"Never mind, you look very good!" Siegfried shouted from a few meters below, where he was leading a run of bulky muscular Predators divided in small groups of four, all carrying huge beams of steel on their shoulders as they panted lightly. It surely was the fourth round of run around the lake... and Siegfried, as always, was leading the groups carrying his own beam all alone, and still had breath for shouting. Killer amusedly caught a few grimaces of the soldiers behind his brother at that... but his voice playfully boomed back into the valley. "Like you could say differently, since I chosen your same hairstyle."

"What, there's a better choice available...?" Siegfried called back, reaching up a hand to rub his fingers into his own towering Mohawk as he laughed a bit and balanced his long burden of steel on his shoulder with the other almost idly. At least when he wasn't in prince's service, but in military one as Predator's commander, he was a bit less rigid and formal, fortunately. "So what? Joining us for this round or staying there lazily...?" He added teasingly, and Alexis rapidly charged down the hill to grasp two of the remained beams piled on the shore, balancing one on each shoulder and quickly reaching the head of the column, grinning to Siegfried as she sprinted easily forwards and put maybe one hundred meters between her and the male with a rapidity that left him gaping.

Killer looked over that with a grin and shook softly his head... before grinning to Alexander and half-pushing him forwards with a hand from the middle of his back. The younger liger rolled his eyes a bit, but followed the huge male down the steep embankment to get his own beam, staring as Killer burdened himself with four.

"I hate you." Alexander said mildly as he looked over that with a bit of a face. "You know, I was supposed to report some info to you and Alexis... And I also did this training already, while you were getting your vain ego satisfied by adding three feet of combed fur to your height."

"Training doesn't hurts you, bro." Killer observed with a grin. "And anyway, you can report everything you need to while we run."

The two brothers quickly made up their way to the head of the column, shouting encouragements to the Predators and sometimes adding curses and offences. It wasn't animosity... it was a way like another to push everyone to do his best. They quickly overcome even Siegfried, who glared a bit at them both, and they finally managed to reach Alexis, who was rapidly jogging down the shore of the lake like it was a shopping walk.

She looked to the side with a grin when Killer reached her... and she playfully snapped her tufted tail like a whip to his legs, the huge male easily leaping over the blow and grinning teasingly. "Show off." Alexis muttered with a smile... And Alexander emerged on her other side.

"Ok, you two. Listen to my report or go read all the fascicles sent by the Intelligence on my desk." He muttered, and the two sovereigns turned to look at him with attention as they ran. After all, it was nice being saved for once reading along all the stuff.

"We found out some more locations of NWOA-related structures. We plan to bomb a couple of facilities as well, as soon as this night, using a couple of the new Taranis drone-bombers. But I guess you two are more interested in what we found out about Vera Raider. A true professional. Probably the most experienced killer in the world... we are looking back on a mountain of weird deaths that had been originally archived as suicides, and we believe that a massive number of them are in reality her perfect opera. Anyhow, she has a large set of powers, or supernatural abilities or what the hell you want to call them."

"Powers is fine." Alexis précised, somehow coldly, and Alexander made a bit of a face as he apologized, remembering that she had developed a good set of capabilities herself... and she don't liked being considered a freak.

"Yeah, well... Of her powers, even if she can shift her sizes to an unknown point, proportionally improving in the same time most of her natural abilities, like strength and resistance, her most feared one is mind control. In reality, we suspect she is capable to emit electric signals that allow her to directly interface her own mind with whatever works on electric pulses. She can so hack any kind of computer system without typing a single line of code and between other things, she can even control one's nervous system, all the way up to the brain. After all, the nervous system works on electric signals itself... She is so perfectly able to control and puppet one's body and mind. She can even... torture his unlucky victims." Alexander paused at that, making a disgusted face before force himself to continue. "It's not like normal torture. She doesn't needs to hit you to send pain in your body... she can set your nerves on fire, and give you the worst possible agony as she wishes."

"Yeah, thanks of the lesson." Alexis muttered. She had been tortured in that way for interminable seconds before whatever had been restraining her powers deep into her had broken and she had regained the control. It had been a frightening agony... and she still was caressing the idea of making Vera pay for that at the very first chance she got. Alexander paused, but Killer urged him on with a tilt of his head upwards and an impatient glance.

"This torture is also made worse by the fact she can... act directly all the way up to the brain of the victim and alter the perceptions and the senses of the unfortunate, effectively trapping her target in an illusionary world. Worse, if the contact is close enough, she can use her power to go further forwards, erasing memories and modifying a person from his very feelings, ideas and soul, making out of him a complete puppet. Or, possibly, a corpse."

"She can kill that way...?" Killer asked with a grimace. This makes me further angry. She was either trying to make of me a slave... or she was trying to kill me. I think I prefer the second...

Alexander at his side nodded, closing his eyes for a moment and panting a bit as they run up a steep embankment and then over a narrow bridge made of the same beams they were carrying. It gave passage over the river that rolling down the mountains feed the artificial lake of Raven and had been built years before by the first Predators during their own training. Killer smiled a bit, looking over it with affection as he remembered all sorts of images of his past... of him, Riaku, William and Ken placing down the beams and then running back to the base for getting the other pieces, always ahead of all the other soldiers... always together. He closed his eyes as he hid a sigh of nostalgia and sorrow into a soft pant, and forced his attention back to Alexander's speech as they sprinted now down on the other shore of the lake, running towards the dam.

"Yeah, she can undoubtedly kill with her powers. She could make puddings of one's brain with powerful electric pulses, or stop the heartbeat or drive all muscles mad or something else. She has many possible ways of doing it." He paused, gathered up his thoughts and then continued. "She's expert with the use of explosives, she's a great fencer and she prefers submachine guns as weapons of choice. Into the NWOA, she's in a very high position. Possibly one of the commanders of the organization as a whole... we verified that she has a personal army of very well equipped..." He paused, trying to search the right definition for the puppets Killer and Alexis had already met, and Alexis turned to him with an easy smile. "Slaves." She supplied idly, and he nodded.

"Yeah. I guess it's the right definition. They are all ex-military or mercenaries... all experienced soldiers, anyway, that she enslaved from any angle of the world. Now they are... empty, and will obey to her commands entirely and unconditionally. We don't know their exact number, nor we know were they are based, which is getting the boys at the reconnaissance office going crazy." He made a face before shake his head a bit. "Despite all this, the possibly worst news of all is that we can confirm she has the Spirit fitted in her neck, with the consequence that she has enhanced situational awareness, senses hundreds of times more sensible, improved tactical ability and the capability to forecast her rival's move."

"That doesn't scare me." Alexis said darkly, grinning viciously as her eyes gleamed with battle-craving, icy light. "What worries me is how she got that device. We first saw it only on Riaku... and I thought it was distinctive of either him or the crazy-ass group he apparently joined, the RA." She continued with cold, professional voice... before her grin spread wider and more vicious. "But you tell me where she is, and I'll get out of her the Spirit along with whatever else we need to know."

"I so wish I could... but as much as her troops, she is impossible to find. She's one that plays heavy, and that wins." Alexander muttered, and then looked up to Killer with a bit of a face. "Anyway, the problem is really that... How the hell can she have a Spirit? Riaku is double-crossing us once more...? And what is the relation between the New World Order and the RA...?"

Killer stared into the distance for a moment as they run in unreal silence into a wood, their pace fast and yet so elegant and silent, despite their huge sizes and weight, their feet seeming to just caress the ground ever so slightly, silent event on the foliage and the little branches on the terrain.

"I trust Riaku..." Killer said after a long moment of reflection, closing his eyes for a moment with a slight nod. "I'm convinced he was sincere when we talked... all what happened..." He'd never lie on the grave of his mother... no, I'll never believe it... never...

He looked firmly to Alexander, his eyes sure as he remarked: "I trust him. Besides, he's always a son of Kesteven... we fought against the NWOA for so long time together... we both saw what those... criminals can do." Killer looked again off into the distance, memories likely crowding his vision more than the trees that currently whizzed past them on all sides at frightening speed as they ran. Alexis could feel clearly in her mind the conflict of emotions that the huge male was facing... regret, nostalgia for that past where his friends had all been at his side and the confidence he had for the black tiger...

...For his son... Alexis smiled softly as she brushed past Killer, earning a surprised look from him, before he tilted his head with a gentle smile and nodded once more. "He would never give any kind of help to the NWOA, I'm sure." He said in conclusive tone, and Alexander almost shrugged, his face clearly saying he was far less confident in Riaku.

"I hope you are right, big bro." The younger male said finally, before they run off the wood and again in the open, now crossing a wide field that was used also for making soldiers taking confidence with the battlefield. Here, they had to run in a wasteland of craters, barbed and razor wire and tall "Dragon's Teeth", the massive triangles of reinforced concrete used as anti-tank barriers. "On the side of the news of today, Alfaya sailed three... monsters today, all of a sudden."

Killer blinked, then turned to his brother with a frown as Alexis, from his other side, made a face. "You joking or what...?" She asked, and Alexander shook his head a bit. "I wish I was joking... But we saw on the satellite images of this morning that three massive and new warships have set sail out of the port of Karnak and are apparently heading for the platforms of extraction of the petrol in the eastern sea, in their territory. They are like... monsters. We suppose they are about 180.000 tons each, almost half a mile long. Trimaran hull, 5 stealth turrets for enormous artillery pieces, a good 200 vertical missile launchers, possibly up to ten foldable batteries of long-range rockets or missiles and 13 Close In Weapon Systems for self-defence. A new kind of system... likely laser-based."

Killer almost gaped as he blinked a few times. "You remember me saying I want to know EXACTLY what EVERYONE is building and manning in the world when it comes to shooting things, yes...? How the hell do you missed those three monsters being built...?" He growled, trying to keep his calm but feeling more than disappointed at such a failure being revealed.

Alexander snorted and made a disgusted face, turning away for a moment before watch him again with a deep frown. "I wish I knew, bro. We don't understand... those ships just... appeared from nothingness, apparently. Not a single image from the drones or from the satellites or from our reconnaissance planes ever showed them before. Not in a building site, not docked, not in frigging components waiting to be assembled... Nothing." He concluded, disconsolate and irritated.

"Didn't you tell us that all their shipyards were busy upgrading and fixing their old ships, besides...?" Alexis added, turning with an investigative glare towards Alexander as he sighed a bit. "They are... I've sent the entire fascicle on your desk, with all the images we have got, so later you can have an idea of this by yourselves. Every frigging dock in their shipyards is busy from long time by now. Nothing new, they are fixing their old ships with the new missiles, guns and technology they bought from Ire recently, as you already know. A good ten ships have been completed and retrofitted with new gear and are undergoing sea trials in the Abukirk Sea... others are waiting for the works, some are at sea for normal activity and the others still crowd the shipyards."

"So you are telling me that they can build up ships that big in a shipyard that's not only located in unknown position, but also... impossible to see from the sky, that's it...?" Killer observed calmly, trying to build an idea in his mind but not finding any answer as he continuously smashed against the wall of reality: Come on... three ships that giant can't just be hidden under one's bed...

On the other hand, Alexander clearly wasn't joking... And Alexis looked up at him with a nod, her eyes communicating all what he needed to know.

"You think they could be hiding facilities as big as shipyards sized for such behemoth ships with something similar to the Death Cloaks we are developing...?" Alexis asked calmly to Alexander after the king nodded to her silently, and the younger male bit his lower lip slightly as he reflected on that hypothesis. The Death Cloak was a new and extremely advanced concept of camouflage that they were studying for their snipers... it was a synthetic fabric made up of extremely advanced nanomachines acting as microscopic mirrors and cameras. These were fixed into a plot of small hexagon-shaped "scales" that alternated cameras and mirrors to create a complex effect of distortion of the light's reflection... The result was that cameras picked up images of the surrounding world, and those same images were moved to the mirrors on the opposite side: the effect of those reflections and tricks was that to a casual observer, a person wearing the Death Cloak or an object covered with it become transparent and invisible.

"I've been torturing myself with this question for all the time from when we spotted those monsters at sea..." Alexander said with a sigh. "I'm not really willing to believe there's someone that's ahead of us on the development of this kind of technology... but I cannot find a different explanation, either. So, if they managed to hide the work of construction of the three warships, we have to suppose they have at their disposal a screening technology already well defined and operative, that works damn fine and can cover a whole frigging shipyard... while our Death Cloak is still only an experiment."

The three fell silent for a short moment, and then Alexis muttered: "The true problem is what they are planning to do... In the last three months, Alfaya all but doubled its military power, bought new weapons and launched new programs of development, upgrading and constructions that will at least rise its power of ten times..." Alexis paused, making a face as they run now over the road that passed on top of the huge dam. "Besides, we can't know what else they could be hiding, apart the crazy-ass ships popped out from the haze. And not only Alfaya, but Brunei and Anubia as well are strengthening their forces at crazy rhythm..."

"Yeah... and it is suspicious at the very least. They are either gonna fight themselves soon... or cause troubles to someone else." Killer concluded with a low, irritated growl. "And Ire cares only to be well paid for selling weapons and technology to them all. It would be nice if for once they'd get kicked in the ass with the same stuff they sell." He turned to the side, and Alexander looked up immediately to hear his next orders. "We need to make our ideas clearer about the whole question... see if the submarine Astute can gather a few images and data on its way back to the dock by sailing as close as possible to Alfaya's coast. Maybe it's possible to see something more. Maximum attention, through. They won't be happy if they detect the submarine." Killer closed his eyes for a second and gave an idle nod as thoughts filled his mind for a moment. RA... Raja... Cerberus Raja is the king of Alfaya... Can it be this simple...? Possible...?

"Of course. They'll have to do at their usual, silent way." Alexander nodded, a slight grin on his muzzle, and Alexis, from the other side of Killer, mirrored that.

"It won't hurt to try and establish some more contacts of intelligence in the area... if it's possible, infiltrate a few guys here and there. A High Altitude, Low Opening launch with parachute could be a good way to get there unseen... otherwise, a submarine could bring close to ashore a few swimmers of the Special Boat Service."

"I'll give dispositions in that sense to get some useful data." Alexander answered with a smile, before moving to the last matter of the day, awakening from his reflection also Killer, that shrugged a bit, saving away his thought about Raja and the RA for later considerations as he now forced his attention on his brother's report. In the meanwhile, they reached the other end of the dam, and with a short run on the shore of the lake they were back at the start point, after a good twelve miles run... And while they discarded the beams they had carried all the time and idly flexed their sore muscles, Alexander was still reporting all the news of the day, attentively going on each point with the two sovereigns: the activities of the other kingdoms of the Northlands, military news from all the world, upgrades about the continuous quest for the NWOA forces...

A good few minutes later, Siegfried reached their position as well, guiding the exhausted Predators on the shore of the lake and impassively looking over the soldiers as they dropped their beams, his arms crossed and evident impatience on his face and in the shouts of urge he gave continuously.

Killer looked over this with a slight smile, well remembering a far past time when he had been the tired soldier and William had been shouting against him all sorts of insults and teasing... and a yet far, but nearer time when he had been in Siegfried's position... And he felt a sort of nostalgia for both as his eyes flashed every now and then to the side, over the group of young warriors that were now doing bending on one arm as the mohawked commander gave example and timing, his voice loud and dominant...

And Killer grunted as he was hit hard in the middle of the chest, stumbling backwards as he looked to Alexis in surprise at the strength of her punch.

"Come on, fight worthwhile!" She whined with a taunting grin, her fists slamming together in front of her as she hopped idly on the spot, waiting for him to get back into the fight they had been doing.

"Sorry. I was distracted." Killer said softly as he rubbed a hand idly on his muscular chest before get to a ready position with a grin spreading on his muzzle.

"I did notice, yeah..." Alexis observed teasingly... and then she easily twisted her body to the side when he attempted to surprise her with one of his "game over" fists. He immediately turned to hit low at her hip, under her defences, but she reached down a hand and snagged his thick wrist easily, her other hand lashing a vicious swing at his muzzle as she grinned.

Killer moved backwards, tearing free of her hold and making her snarl as he almost managed to drag her body down with his enormous strength... but she resisted and moved with the speed of a lightning, her fist reaching up and flashing between his arms set in defence, her knuckles smashing in his rippling abdominals with a loud, meaty thud as he grunted a bit. He flexed against her, grinning widely as his powerful body remained mostly unfazed by the attack despite her tremendous strength... and he attempted immediately to seize her in a deadly hold, but she was as fluid and elusive as a shadow, and easily slid out of range. And his eyes widened in surprise when she almost vanished in a flash of golden hair... emerging on his side and reaching up for a vicious hook kick aimed at his head.

He reached up his strong, huge hand and grasped her booted feet in midair, grunting as the back of his fingers were pushed to brush against his cheek... and before he could even try to exploit his hold, Alexis reached up her other foot and kicked him in a flying hook, aiming first at his chest and then at his hand, forcing him to let her free.

"...We also have some other news today... We have put the fortress of Chattam under proper surveillance, after the events you reported about the translation of the money passing from a server in there. Indeed, it looks suspect... there's a lot of activity going on there. Unusual activity." Alexander carried on his report idly, more than used to the training fights of his brother and Alexis, neither giving a blink of surprise even when the femme fatale, free, landed on her hands and immediately kicked up both feet with a growl, forcing Killer to slid backwards elegantly to avoid the blow... and almost idly, Alexis launched herself into the air with a bare flex of her powerful arms. She flipped, then twisted on herself in midair in another hook kick... and Killer avoided with attention to grasp her ankle. If nothing else, he would have just given her a point of balance to just throw more dangerous attacks.

"What's the result...?" Alexis asked, her voice playful and calm even if she was currently standing in front of Killer, grinning and easily avoiding all his attacks with easy twists of her wonderful body, dancing with grace and blinding speed as the male tried any kind of blow, in vain.

"I cannot say what they are doing in there, for now... But we are monitoring the communications in the area, regularly spying the fortress with a satellite and we have spy planes flying in the area every hour. Whatever it is, we'll know everything about it in hours. A couple of day at the most and we'll know the eye's color of everyone that's in there."

Alexis gave a soft snort of amused agreement and nodded, even if her leg met Killer's larger one with a booming thud that sounded like a thunder as their hook kicks met in midair. The time for Alexander to wince slightly at the sight and Killer punched hard forwards where Alexis had been... and the younger male blinked in surprise as the female seemed to vanish, landing in a perfect splits, legs perfectly horizontal... And body following as well as she leaned down forwards with a grin, avoiding the kick that whistled threateningly in the air where her head had been a blink before.

Immediately as the booted foot lashed over her, Alexis reached her hands down on each side of her body and pushed herself slightly up, kicking hard towards Killer's ankles... And he leapt up into the air with a grin, avoiding the attack as he turned to Alexander. "If that's it for today, you can go on instructing those rookies there, bro... I can see from here they need some... indications."

The younger brother gaped stupidly for a moment as Alexis growled a bit, grinning as she recovered from her failed kick and all but threw herself up into the air, balancing for a fraction of second on her left foot as she kicked hard up with the right, her foot lashing well over the height of Killer's muzzle as he arched backwards and twisted out of the way... before blink with a grunt of surprise as Alexis all but rolled backwards in midair, kicking up also her other boot before landing easily on her feet, grinning as she easily avoided her lover's counterattack. Then, finally, Alexander shook his head slowly and turned to take care of the recruits that had reached the field nearby and were now fighting and wrestling themselves as other made practice in assassination using their knives on the throat of perfect dummies.

A moment later, Killer and Alexis traded an easy grin as Alexander's voice rose powerful from the middle of the group of recruits.

"NOOOOOOOOO! You have to KILL him, puppy!" He shouted, bending down to easily pin an unlucky young tiger and showing to the other standing embarrassedly at the side how to properly hit the victim. He pulled back his blows... well, most of them, only showing the right technique, moves and strength to use: evidently, the bare-hand combat of those two recruits in particular had been too... playful and not really effective.

Then, Killer chuckled a bit when Alexander leapt for another recruit and slapped him hard in the face before grab the knife himself and sneak behind the dummy. He seized the wooden figure at mouth level and pulled back hard before almost decapitating it with a forceful move. "THIS is the way, kid! Only in the movies the fucking bad guy falls dead and silent with a shit of superficial scratch at his neck! He'd scream for at least one minute, and tell your position to the whole world and the frigging moon! You PULL his head well back, HARD, and then sink that fucking blade DEEP. Cut his carotid artery and he's down... otherwise, if he's larger than your fat ass, he'll have enough time to screw you!"

"He does well its work of professor." Alexis observed amusedly, crossing her strong arms with a slight grin. Killer, at her side, nodded with a soft smile. "Indeed. It reminds me of William with me... not that I wasn't vicious enough, but... I lacked the technique."

Then the two turned to the lake, staring as Siegfried echoed the shouts of his brother with equal strength and command.

"Come on pussies! You can say I'm a fucking bastard, but I'm probably saving your frigging asses with this!"

The training of the Predators was brutal to the extreme levels, and Siegfried was merciless in shaping the best warriors of the North. It wasn't cruelty... he was truly working to try and give them the chances to survive the challenges of the battlefield. William had shouted that to Killer, Killer had shouted that to Siegfried... and the younger bro had later found out that his training had truly saved him, in many occasions. He was pointing off the shore, to six Inflatable Riding Crafts a mile or so off the coast and north... and was ordering to the men that had just run for so many miles carrying beams of steel to work against the current of the river, reach the Zodiacs and climb into them. Each craft was loaded with weapons, explosives and equipment... and the soldiers would have had to bring all the boats back ashore with oars only, drag them up the step embankment, turn them and get back into the lake e challenge again the currents, always with just the oars. Half a mile, and they would have jumped again in the cold waters and swum to the coast... and maybe, if they were lucky, Siegfried would have finally left them free, since they had by now repeated the whole process for two entire times already... but the young prince was always very rigid about training matters, almost to true mercilessness. Years before, Killer had massacred him with the same trainings... and he had cursed his brother furiously. But when he had started fighting around the world with the Predators, he had had to recognize that the training was the only reason why he was still alive after seeing death from so near, so damn often. He had been forged just a bit too hard for dying... and he was now trying to forge his soldiers in the same way. Each of them in the same way. Each of them feeling like a son, in some way.

Many times in the last minutes, soldiers in the large group had fallen in the mud of the shore, too exhausted and sore to care in any way of the dirt or of the humiliation or of anything else... But Siegfried had mercilessly reached each of them and literally walked on their back with his boots, shouting barrages of insults and threats, kicking them back up if words weren't enough... And at the end, each bleeding, exhausted soldier had regained his composure and carried on his duty, propelled by rage and challenge, tortured by agony and crying, but running. And Killer knew that, once the training finished, each of the unfortunate would have received apologies and congratulations from Siegfried. It wasn't cruelty. It was preparation. It was the way to force each man to pull out all of his will and energy, to continue even when it looked impossible.

Killer wrapped a hand gently around Alexis's shoulders as she leaned softly against his muscular body, arms wrapped around his waist... and she lightly nudged him to gain his attention. He bent his head slightly to look at her, but she only grinned and tilted her head to the side, making him look up to see a group of soldiers in training shorts and shirts standing on the embankment roughly one hundred meters to their right. They were five males and five female Predators... and Killer frowned a bit before the next comment of Alexis suddenly cleared everything up.

"You see that guy, the first in line, the muscular badass...?" Alexis asked teasingly, grinning as she licked her lips a bit. "He sports a thirty-four inches penis inside those shorts... And I happen to have promised to that people a gangbang during the battle in Kesteven."

Killer snorted amusedly as he looked over the muscular males and the more-than-appreciable female warriors... And he nodded. "Think we should exploit this casual meeting to keep faith to your word...?"

"I think we should... we want our people to trust our word, huh...?" Alexis answered softly, reaching up to nuzzle him softly, bringing on his lips a grin and in his eyes a gleam of desire and entertainment. He nodded, and the blond femme fatale arched her back lightly backwards, grinding teasingly against his body before head for the nearby group of soldiers with easy, graceful pace and a grin that he knew all too well. He stared with a slight smile to the natural, seductive swaying of her taunt, perfect buttocks as she walked away, then looked idly over the group as she reached the male she had pointed out earlier and gently grasped him by the muzzle, whispering a teasing promise that made his eyes bulge... and then Killer was smiling slightly back to the group as everyone stared at him, the females in the group eyeing him with appreciation and interest and the males staring with worried glances as Alexis added a few words he could not hear and then gestured to him towards the small island in the middle of the lake.

Alexis guided the group down the shore, Killer reaching her side as she kicked away her combat boots, and he did the same as the two traded a grin, before entering the cold water and being soon followed by all the others. They quickly swum to the small wooden-covered island that stood in the middle of the lake, and Alexis was the first to emerge from the water and walk into the shady wood with a cheerful grin, looking to Killer teasingly from over her shoulder as he stared at her. Wet shirt, wet shirt... damn. Wet pants, too...

Alexis was an icon of seduction when she turned, standing in her soaked wet shirt and pants, the fabric adhering like a tight glove to her beautiful body, clothes now almost transparent as her nipples pointed out teasingly and she grinned on the males present, lined up for her as Killer stood at her side, arms crossed and an amused smile cresting his muzzle.

The guys were like puppy dogs all but begging to be commanded by Alexis... But she stayed silent, looking over each of them with interest, smiling slightly as she walked over to them. She turned slightly to the side as the other females looked at her, and she grinned, pointing towards Killer with a hand. "Entertain the big boy there while I take care of these big bad soldiers here..."

The female soldiers smiled, liking their lips slightly as they eagerly walked over to Killer, who grinned and tilted his head upwards a bit, letting them touch him, press loosely against his powerful body as Alexis looked into each soldier's eyes, whispering in their ears softly and making all of them gulp and shiver in lust before calmly place her hand on their crotches to feel exactly how badly hungry they were... and what she was going to face. Then she wrapped her arms loosely against the males in line and kissed their lips passionately while her hands slid down their wet, muscular bodies to undue the fly of their pants.

Killer paid to that discontinuous attention as the five females gladly wrapped themselves around him, taking extremely seriously the task that had been given to them. The taller one roughly reached the underside of his masculine, powerful pecs with her pointed ears, and was a luscious and athletic white tigress sporting a very interesting couple of young, firm jewels on her chest. She had already stripped free of her soaked shirt and was now left in a plain black bra as she grind her swells teasingly against the huge male's powerful abdominals, her hands squeezing with lust at his muscular form... she had said cheerfully that her name was Ivy, and then she had reverently kissed down his rippling, tight packed abs as another had took her place. Silvie had licked her lips sexily while standing in front of his towering form, filling her eyes with his imposing musculature as her hands had tugged teasingly at his pants. Angelica, an orange tiger a bit shorter than Ivy but with breasts of amazing sizes and firmness, had turned round to expose her taunt, seductive buttocks before push her curves teasingly against his form... Marika, a green eyed white tigress that happened to be the younger of the group, had been a bit more shy, and Killer had wrapped her lithe, feminine body in his strong hold and caressed her expertly, a hand squeezing her breast gently and the other gently wrapping a firm buttock as she blushed adorably... And Karlee was staring hungrily at his bulging crotch and powerful muscles, a hand rubbing the crotch of her soaked wet pants as she suckled a finger lightly and looked up at him teasingly. They made turns at teasing his enormous body and dancing together for him: they were putting on an amazing show as they held each other's bodies and ran their hands over their curves, caressing nipples, tits and butts alike, trying to awaken all of his desire and lust.

Meanwhile, Alexis had retreated of a step and stared with a dominative glance of command over the five males in front of her, who had needed no further instructions to drop their pants, their flies kindly undone by the femme fatale and their hands doing the rest in a flash, all the soldiers standing and uncovered boxers bulging massively with their excitement. An easy gesture of Alexis's finger as she grinned, and the boys threw away their soaked shirts, showing off their well built musculature for her as she again come close and run a hand over their tight, strong six-packed abs, releasing a low, teasing murr of appreciation that made all of the boys smile a bit, relieved... But the femme fatale don't lost the chance to get rid of her own shirt, flexing her powerfully muscled abdomen as her sumptuous bosom revealed itself in its perfection, making the soldiers in line stare at her with a mix of reverence and white-hot hunger.

"I'm going to fuck you all so hard... you will all be dry and arid like deserts when I'm done with you." She half-growled, grinning dominatingly as she leaned closer and her hands reached down for their bulging, crammed boxers.

Killer, meanwhile, was resting with his back against a huge tree, grinning with entertainment as he looked down to the five females feasting on his body from every side, his powerful arms encircling easily the shoulders of Marika, Karlee and Angelica and Ivy, while Silvie, kneeled in front of him, was teasingly nudging at the massive bulge in his black pants, trying to urge him as she moaned softly, hot breath washing over the gigantic member resting under the wet, stretched jeans...

And finally Killer looked up when Alexis called from her side, stepping a bit out of line and letting him see the five males now standing naked, hard and erected.

"Some big boys I chosen... Mark, here, 34 inches, is the leader..." Alexis said teasingly, her hand rubbing softly up the length of the thick, enormous black shaft of the larger white tiger, the first in line and the one she had originally challenged. Killer grinned a bit, well aware of what was going to happen as Alexis introduced also Jake, Gladis, James and Ryan, who happened to be the smallest of the group, but yet sported no less than 28 inches of rock solid shaft.

The girls stared over such display of manliness with obvious interest, licking the lips of their gaping mouths as Alexis grinned and gazed teasingly over each male, all that attention making the boys now grin a bit, self-confidence kicking in beside the growing lust... And then Alexis shamelessly stripped down, throwing away her shirt and then stepping easily out of her pants, hands sliding up to her black panties as she grinned and looked up to Killer. "I think you should show just why I'm not as impressed by them as I should be..." Alexis observed with an easy grin as she stood up, naked and beautiful, seductive and dominant, just like a goddess emerging from the sea as pearls of water gleamed in her fur. "Then, we can have our fun..."

Killer grinned wider at that, eyes sparkling with lustful amusement and dominance as he idly looked up to the males lined in front of him and all the eyes turned to him as his hand easily reached his bulging crotch and undid his belt. Impatient but reverent hands immediately reached up to help him, pulling away the belt as he undid the fly of the pants and long, gentle feminine fingers took care of the zip. A moment and he was lowering at once jeans and boxers, and a loud, shocked collective gasp welcomed the thick, enormous base of his black shaft coming into sight between the long fur of his crotch. It was so thick that two of the boys put together wouldn't still have been a match... and Killer tilted his head slightly upwards, grinning dominatingly as inches after inches of powerful, immense shaft were revealed, eyes staring at his crotch from every corner and Alexis being the only one breathing with him as the others held their breath in amazement. Finally, he stepped out of his pants, naked and powerful, standing in his towering imposingness as his exposed, unaroused but already enormous shaft twitched a bit between his legs, easily dangling to his knees, if not past. His testicles were as much astonishing, huge wrecking-ball sized orbs dangling outrageously low and imposing in his white furred scrotum.

"It... it must be... 40 inches at least..." Ivy observed in awe, finally breaking the silence as Killer grinned and leisurely stroked a hand along his colossal shaft as it hungrily throbbed and started to grow, thickening even more and growing and growing, more-than-finger-thick veins pulsating powerfully to feed the monster up to his glorious sizes, the five females reverently going to worship such enormous pillar of flesh, hands and breasts and mouths alike teasing him as he let his arousal making him hard and ready.

Alexis gazed longingly over that for a short moment, then turned with a dominant lick over the bulky, amazed males standing nearby and she walked up close to Mark, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck and teasingly nuzzling him as she ground against his body, wonderful breasts scratching his muscular chest as his cock rubbed against her muscular abdomen. He smiled to her, and she half-lidded her eyes seductively before her grin spread wider and she easily pushed him over to fall on his back. Immediately, she was straddling him, licking her lips a bit as her hand grasped his hard, powerful shaft, squeezing and stroking it hungrily a few times as she guided the flared head against her gates. "You start understanding now why you all haven't a single chance to stand up against me...?" She teasingly asked, leaning with her strong arms on his muscular chest as she suddenly bucked her hips hard against him, impaling herself with a soft, appreciative moan. The male stared up at her wordlessly, his hands automatically grasping her hips but his instincts somehow tamed by the dominant presence of the mistress, and she tilted her head playfully to the side, smiling patronizingly as she started doing all the work. "Well, what's this...? I was waiting a bit more from you..." She whispered teasingly in his ear... and he started finally thrusting with all of his strength, panting in ecstasy at how amazingly tight she felt, at how her sex squeezed in a hungry and strong embrace his hard shaft, milking him in a way that left him sweating after barely a moment, shivers of lust shaking his spine as his eyes slid closed. He had already to fight to prevent himself from orgasm as she speeded up her easy and yet so powerful movements. He wasn't riding... he was being ridden like a common toy.

"Harder, boy...! Come on... This can't be your best, can it...?" She tauntingly called as she turned slightly to look over her shoulder with a grin at the loud moaning and slobbering she could hear.

Killer had squatted before his party of drooling sluts, his cock towering in its massive over-six feet glory while he rearranged the females that obviously been slurping his shaft, drool gleaming on his dark flesh and on the lips of the five girls as he softly pushed Ivy to lie down with her back on the grass with Angelica on top of her, resting the back of her head on Ivy's beautiful breasts. As he spread their legs, Karlee walked around and asserted herself beneath him so that his colossal balls rested on her face and she eagerly started licking and lapping at them, tongue rolling teasingly on his massive manliness as she tried to engulf a huge orb into her maws. The giant male murred at that with a grin, guiding his goliath member to Ivy's entrance, giving a pleased, triumphant snort as he thrust hard forwards, Ivy's back arching and her eyes watering at such fulfillment.

Alexis licked her lips at the sight, moving even harder in her ride as Mark panted and sweated, muscles bulging as he put all of his energy into meeting her thrusts, trying to impress her... But Alexis actually gave a moan only when the wood echoed with Ivy's scream: "Oh, Killer!". He felt hurt in failing so miserably at riding a female, queen or not, and he revved his movements with further energy, the femme fatale finally smiling teasingly down at him. "Now, that's more like it." She observed, fighting back against his thrusts as he growled, her eyes gazing at the four other males, that knowing that they couldn't touch Alexis if the mistress did not ordered so, had instead placed one hand firmly around their throbbing cock and started stroking them furiously. They were already losing the control and had abandoned everything else as they stood there, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched by the queen as they groaned and pumped their huge shafts. "Come on boys, let's put that energy to better use." Alexis called with a grin... and she rose her tail teasingly as she grasped Jake's hips and guided his throbbing cock to her mouth, luscious lips wrapping around his flesh as he released a tortured moan of ecstasy. He wouldn't have lasted very much... And neither Mark nor James, the latter currently kneeling behind her and thrusting up her tight anus with drawn out cries of pleasure.

Ivy cried out loudly as the giant male teased her insides with barely a foot of his colossal shaft, head rocking from side to side as her features contorted in that mask of mixed agony and ecstasy that only Killer delivered correctly. He thrust up into her a few times, then drawn out to rapidly give Angelica the same treatment, his hips plunging his immensity down into their much smaller bodies with fast, powerful and expert movements as his muscles bulged like tires, Silvie e Marika pressing against each of his sides and running their hands lovingly on the massive length exposed of his cock. Pulling out of Angelica, he aimed back down, feeding Ivy a few more inches this time, then pleasing again the female on top as both cried their pleasure in stereo.

Alexis, meanwhile, was milking Mark with strong, fast movements, the male under her writhing in ecstasy as his load was delivered into the femme fatale's depths, white, dense and hot tiger seed blasting into her passage until he was panting and spent... And Alexis grinned from where her lips were kissing Jake's crotch, all of his shaft easily buried in her mouth and down her throat as she suckled and lapped at the great length. She easily removed herself from Mark's shaft, eyes flashing down to see he was spent, but would have had some more to give if allowed a moment to rest... And her grin spread wider as she clenched her now empty passage, walls squeezing so hard that the cum into her noisily squelched... and Mark stared as his load was rejected, forced out by the femme fatale as she lightly shook her head with a taunting wink, still hot cum landing on his strong abdominals as he slid away, feeling rather miserable, even if the ecstasy and its amazing load of adrenaline still rolled in his veins. He stared as she seized Ryan, who had been panting at her side as he stroked his member in awe, and all but threw him on the ground, easily reaching to ride him now as James held on for dear life at her bucking hips, thrusting with loud pants into her rosebud.

Meanwhile, Killer continued to bang the two females in front of him, grinning as their orgasming vaginas squeezed him hard, their walls stretched and torn around his massive girth and tremendous length as juices flooded out of both as the ride continued, always more inches of his goliath shaft being pistoned in and out of the two, fucked first into Ivy then into Angelica on alternating strokes. Angelica rolled and writhed and arched her back on Ivy as he pummelled her ravaged sex, the female grinding the back of her sweating head into the sumptuous bosom of her playmate, her hands hugging herself as her body was shocked by the orgasms and his awe-inspiring thrusts, Ivy's hands free to tear at the grass and punch the ground to offer some relief from the magnificent fucking that Killer was giving to both as his thrusts rocked both of their bodies every time. As he tested the limits of the two girls, his gigantic testicles swung back and forth, slapping noisily on Karlee's face with each swing and squelching as a mix of sweat, pre, blood and feminine juices slowly streaked down his shaft, balls and into her face, filling her eager mouth of heavenly tastes as she fiercely used a hand to relieve the fire of lust in her sex. He soon realized that Alexis would have drained all of the five males much earlier than when he would have filled all the girls, if he continued playing that way... And so he growled in lust, His speed increasing, and with it, his power. As he fucked Angelica's tiny and battered vagina with his monstrous, giant cock, the up thrust of his motion actually carried her hips and ass from my body, depositing her with a slap of meat back down as he withdrew, the girl shrieking without any control as her sexlips were dragged several inches in and out of her body with his mighty pummelling. Ivy's own moans were throaty and hoarse, mingling with Angelica's in a chorus of glory and ecstasy and yet, agony. One would have thought he was killing the two girls; so it wasn't, but he was certainly slaughtering and devastating their poor, tight vaginas. Oh, how much their pussies ached each time he thrust in, yet how empty and sad and useless they felt each time he was feeding his cock into the other.

Alexis grinned as she pulled back from Jake's big shaft, feeling that he was by now on the edge of the point of non return, the massive member coming free of her lips and ending immediately trapped in her masterful hand as he grunted in lust, pleasure hazing her eyes as she pumped easily his load up his large shaft, whispering teasing, taunting words as she worked his member to the final explosion. Alexis did not allow him to come on her face, instead milking the bulky soldier as she aimed his cock far to the side, her eyes looking interestedly at the strong ropes of seed that arched in the air as he growled in erotic bliss... And then, the roar that come from behind covered any other sound as Killer unleashed his own ocean within Angelica in blasts of obscene power.

White, thick seed flooded out of Angelica's stretched sexlips in bursts that reached far enough to splash Karlee's face, royal tiger's semen filling easily the small female to overflowing with just the very firsts explosions as Killer grasped her hips and pulled them up to meet his powerful thrusts as he pounded faster and faster, every second pistoning feet of gigantic shaft in and out of her as cum flooded down her body to reach her breasts as his cum pooled on the female below and on the ground. She screamed and clawed the ground as she trembled under his thrusts as she was punished through orgasm after orgasm... And Alexis grinned as she caught, within a barrage of lustful and blissful exclamation, the voice of Angelica shrieking something that sounded very similar to "fuck me! You cunt-killing king!". The simple laugh of the huge male seemed to confirm that she had heard correctly that as he pistoned himself hard in and out of Angelica, before finally pull out as she slumped, wheezing, moving down to fill up Ivy instead as the other females enticed him and ground even harder against his body, knowing that finally their moment was coming.

And indeed, after he was done with Ivy, who weakly and happily collapsed on the ground after he orgasmed within her, it was Marika's turn to get ravaged and enslaved. She eagerly let her body being dominated, owned and conquered as he scissored her legs open with a grin and held her sideways as he forced his impossibly massive, powerful member into her much smaller body, seeming to split her in two as he torn her sex insanely stretched. He pummelled her with vigour and passion, pistoning his massive, 74 inches cock in and out of her body, doing her on one side, then on the other, before shove her down in the soft terrain and viciously fucking her from behind, grinning as he stared from the top position to her body, which seemed to sizzle like broiled steak in the fire of her passion and of her numerous orgasms as he thrust over and over again, until he filled her up with his sticky, potent load.

Alexis was as much mercilessly draining the five males arid of their seed, giving them no relief from the torturous pleasure she was capable to awaken in their bodies, amazing them all with her experience, her ability, the seduction of each of her moves, words or gazes. And they were left amazed by how tight her sex was. It was almost painful as it hungrily, powerfully squeezed around their members to milk their juices out of their bodies... and it made even harder to the males accept the idea that the giant king could seriously manage to fit his impossible hugeness into her and pummel her and take the upper hand on the queen... On the other end, when Killer began to use Silvie as a toy for his personal pleasure, sitting still while his hands kept a powerful hold on her hips and he pumped his arms up and down to pleasure himself with her whole body, it was hard to think he couldn't. Silvie grabbed his shoulders for dear life as he plunged in and out of her viciously, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her tiny frame as girl's juices and blood streaked down his enormous black shaft. He finished her out in an impressive display of power, laying her on her back, legs in the air as he pounded down into her, hips in his hands as his enormous shaft all but made her body bulge.

And as Alexis rode once more Mark, who proved to have the most stamina as well between the soldiers she had challenged, as she brought him towards his fourth and last orgasm, Killer finished his own challenge. He grabbed the worshipful Karlee and gently brought her in position, as he had reserved a doggy style position for her. The others, Alexis included as she stood victorious out of her own "battle", could only stare at his treatment of her. One hand was tangled in her hair, the other wrapped around her body to hold her in place as the force of his mighty thrusts threatened to knock her much smaller and lighter body forward out of his reach. Killer let go her hair every now and then, just long enough to slap her firm buttocks firmly, her flesh reddening under his blows but much more where his enormous, wrecking-ball sized testicles slammed their hard, loud and wet tattoo on her body, her face turning crimson as well as he made demand of her... and she submitted unconditionally.

Alexis stared hungrily at his display of power, licking her lips as she rubbed a hand leisurely on her sex, thrusting her fingers firmly into her as he suddenly pummelled Karlee even harder, now pounding her into the ground with his thrusts as the earth beneath them literally trembled, the female skidding forwards on the ground with loud cries of ecstasy and shrieks of blissful agony as he pistoned himself mercilessly into her tight, devastated sex. Karlee's vagina began to bubble and froth, squirting out an endless flow of juices, blood and masculine essence as he shoved his cock into her, filling her with his nectar and moving waves of pleasure and clear liquids of lust with each movement, forcing her through orgasm after orgasm. Her hands, knees, and breasts became green, grass-stained as he continued to work her furiously, growling as he held her hips and followed the skidding of her body mercilessly, his thrusting never relenting; he was drilling deep to liberate each single drop of her juices of satisfaction, the orgasms she was writhing through merely a consequence of his superiority as he drained her... And then, with another of his loud, victorious growls, he erupted his white-hot magma deep inside her, his potent seed replacing all of the fluids she had poured out in worshipping and much more, as dense, white blasts of cum exploded out of her, flooded down her bent legs as he delivered thick, huge load after huge load of semen in her most remote depths. And finally, he pulled out, Karlee slumping slowly forwards into the grass with a blissful moan as her horribly-stretched vagina gaped and clenched weakly in the cold air, a gush of mixed fluids sloshing out of her as he stood and pumped his goliath member fiercely, grinning as he used his last, enormous blasts to ultimately claim all of them as the five females laid around him, panting and exhausted, resting in a broken heap of meat and juices and semen, moaning in delight as thick ropes of his cum sailed high into the air and splattered heavily down to coat their bodies in thick layers of sticky essence. When he was done, not a single square inch of their five forms wasn't covered by white, hot tiger's seed, his semen dripping from their features and pooling on their breasts.

And he stood in the middle, milking out of his enormous shaft the last heavy, huge spurts of his semen, head raised upwards proudly as he grinned... the five females were sprawled on the ground, exhausted and blissful. The males were if possible even more spent and sore. They had been greedily drained... and Alexis quickly walked to his side, grasping his colossal member with both hands and lovingly working out of his titanic cock the last enormous drops, which pooled at his feet as he murred in delight, nuzzling Alexis back lovingly as she stroked his muzzle with hers, purring deeply.

"We should do this more often..." Killer observed softly, the two trading a grin as their hands leisurely rubbed down his still hard and ready, black-fleshed but now white-stained and bloody shaft in concert.

"Like I don't tell you to, huh, lover...?" She snorted playfully before teasingly lap at his cheek. "All ready for the big finale, now... Let's show our friends here how it's done."

He grinned as he looked over her with a lick of his lips, her mouth reaching up to kiss lightly at his muzzle. "They have been nice enough, but I'm not satisfied... The one with the most stamina lasted only for four times. And all together, it wasn't worth a single one with you, I'm afraid."

"Cruel dominatrix you are." He said playfully as she slid agilely to his front, readying herself and giving his gigantic cock a fast, loving kiss before bend forwards. She allowed no one to cum on her body... and she made a cream pie of all the semen of who come into her... Now, if this is not devotion...

She looked up at him and grinned, nodding slightly and winking to the huge male, making him sure that she had took a glance at his thoughts... But that was fine as he gently grasped her hips, all the males and the females staring from their positions in awe and curiosity as the queen was pushed in an upside-down position, with him straddling her in a scissor stance, angling his cock down with a hand before he began to powerfully force himself into her, crushing the femme fatale into the ground, exploiting the lube result of her preceding adventures to make his work easier. The males stared in shocked awe as he finally managed to tore himself into her, into that love tunnel that had been almost painfully tight when it had been milking their own cocks drain... And that now was stretched horribly by such goliath member, massive girth tearing her open wide as his enormous length hilted in her most remote depths, clear juices and blood flowing out of her as the two lovers growled in feral pleasure. The soldiers stared agape as the femme fatale moaned and sweated and screamed in ecstasy, erotic bliss propelling her as she bucked furiously back to meet his mighty thrusts, shivers of pleasure shaking her body within seconds, her back arching with lust as he picked up speed and rhythm, his massive shaft drawing back of several feet every time before slam forwards with terrible strength, making her writhe and cry out in bliss, the first orgasm shaking her wonderful form after mere moments when she had barely broken into a moan every now and then when she had ridden the five bulky males to exhaustion.

Soon, her body was a helpless fucktoy in his hands as he bludgeoned her inner walls, stretching and reshaping them with every squatting thrust, Alexis grinning in delight as her arms sunk into the ground, hands tearing into the earth and the grass as his merciless thrusts pummelled her, her eyes closing with loud moans of ecstasy. He picked up speed and power, driving always more inches of his astonishing length in and out of her with every hard piston of his hips, her eyes rolling in her head as each powerful thrust sent her over the edge again and again, eyelids sliding closed with purrs of delight... As he fucked dozens of strokes at phenomenal speed, burying steel-solid feet of enormous cock within her, it seemed that each new length of her depths that he conquered held an orgasm waiting to be released. And the real show had hardly begun.

A couple of days later, Killer and Alexis had decided it was time to get back in Kendrew, to be back at home to control the southern sectors of the empire and be nearer to the action, since near the south-east border with Brunei, the Chattam fortress was awakening more and more suspects and making more than a single alarm scream in the instincts of the two warriors. But there were also other worries for the two to consider: with the pending threats of Vera, the current whereabouts of whom where unknown, the other forces of the NWOA and the mysterious RA silent but surely not defeated, they had the serious fear of putting their young and innocent sons in danger.

At the end, they had split up, with Siegfried, Alexander, Serene, Nike, Trine, Athena, Joy and the cubs taking one of the cargo planes of the army that made constantly back and forth travels between the two capitals, and they had simply used the black Aston Martin to travel back home. To awaken less suspects, they had chosen to order a swarm of Typhoon fighters to simulate an exercitation that would have allowed them to stay always at a range close enough to protect the cargo plane without giving away the fact that that particular vehicle was so important... and Killer and Alexis were traveling without an escort at all down the highway.

The Aston Martin roared deeply and melodiously as it rolled down the highway on the fast lane, easily overtaking all the others vehicles even if it was far from its maximum power being unleashed. Heads in the other cars turned towards the black monster in awe as Killer idly smiled and waved a hand to a little child that was cheerfully saluting the Aston Martin from a bus they were overtaking... before he smiled a bit wider as he realized that the child couldn't see him across the tinted, obscured window. He lightly tapped his clawed fingers on the door's handle as he returned quietly looking over Alexis, seating at the driving seat with a cheerful grin as she drove the car magnificently. He might be good at driving himself, but in every gesture of the female, it was evident that she had been a champion in the races back at home in Glacial in a by now far and faded past. She could squeeze every gear to the very top of its performance, unleashing every single unit of horsepower before almost idly changing it with a finger working the wheel-mounted gear easily and naturally. And she was just as able in braking only the minimum indispensable in each curve, keeping the car on a trajectory that was just perfect.

She grinned slightly, turning her glance over him for a second and taking in his gentle smile before guide the car rapidly into another impeccable curve, roaring into a tunnel as she lightly tapped her fingers on the wheel in rhythm with the low music... but not the one of the radio, as Killer noticed, but on the engine's melodious roar.

"You shouldn't be surprised. By now, you should know that I'm the better one of us in this coupling." Alexis playfully observed, making his snort amusedly before reach up a hand to half-shove her to the side... and regularly missing as she twisted a bit towards her door on the sportive seat, grinning.

"You'll so have to beg for sex tonight, if you want me to fulfill your desire." He muttered with an easy smile, his eyes playfully taking in her expression as she frowned and made a bit of a face.

"You would not dare..." She countered hesitantly... and when she read in his eyes that he was going to answer affirmatively, she all but jerked on the wheel and hammered the accelerator with her booted foot, launching the car in a crazy overtaking on a red Ferrari, in the middle of a narrow curve, folding her arms with a snort as she grinned.

Killer eyes went wide with surprise and terror at that, the huge male all but reaching forwards with his hands for the wheel. "I was joking, I was joking!" He exclaimed, the blond femme fatale giving an idle nod and placing her hand back on the wheel, easily guiding the car within their lane once more just before end up crashing in the rear of a car in the middle lane.

"I was, as well." She teasingly remarked as he leaned back in the seat with a soft sigh and, despite himself, a wide grin.

Alexis, anyway, frowned a bit... and she looked up to the rear-view mirror, glaring a bit at the Ferrari of earlier, that had now been flanked by a white, powerful Lamborghini. "It's weird... I don't like it." She said idly, her hand reaching for the Desert Storm at her right side, drawing it out and resting the massive handgun in her lap as she gave another glance up, this time also Killer looking at the cars behind and then at her, a questioning frown in his expression.

"I feel hostility... a lot of it. Two guys on each car... and all of them seem to hate us a lot." Alexis said simply, pushing even more on the accelerator as he reached a hand in the tunnel between the seats to grasp his massive Cobra assault rifle. Maybe they are just pissed off for how we overtook them... I would be... He thought for a moment... but he immediately realized that it was dumb, when he knew all too well by now the level of perfection that her new sense had reached. Besides, even if the numbers on the speedometer of the Aston Martin turned red one after the other as they speed rose... 182... 189... 191 miles for hour... the cars behind followed stubbornly, trying to gain terrain as the three engines roared angrily in the gallery.

Another curve, and Alexis snarled as they turned into it, her foot reaching for the brake and her finger working the gear with a snort as she violently decelerated, maintaining a perfect control... and Killer gulped down his question on the reason of her breaking as they emerged in a zone where the volume of traffic was much more consistent... and where an enormous truck occupied the fast lane.

"See this moron!" Alexis snarled, enraged of the obvious violation to the rules of the highway and much more pissed off by the fact they were pretty much stuck between all the other vehicles... before her eyes bulged and her fangs gritted in a snarl as the door of the massive trailer in front of them started to slid open, rolling upwards.

She immediately steered violently to the side, a moment before bullets tore the shutter of the trailer to shreds of metal as the door did not open rapidly enough... and a minigun watered with steel and fire the lane where the Aston Martin had been a second before. The numerous guys in the trailer immediately turned the weapon to the side, several other soldiers opening fire with their assault rifles in full auto, but the black meteor had already slipped past their flank on the middle lane, and their bursts shattered a few innocent cars on the road, one exploding in a ball of fire and making the whole tunnel shake terribly as another swayed madly from side to side, windshield shattered and driver slumped dead on the wheel... And Killer stared backwards with a snarl as the Ferrari and the white Lamborghini avoided the mad vehicle and it ended up invading the lanes on the opposite side, a truck running into it before fall on its side as Hell seemed to suddenly burst on earth in the gallery.

Alexis looked around to find an open way where turn and release all the power of the black Aston, but she found herself trapped between the hostile truck on the left, another one in front of her and a queue of other vehicles on the right, in the slow lane.

Killer shouldered his rifle in firing position, loving the fact that the short, bullpup design of the weapon made it actually rather easy in the spacious car enlarged to suit him... But he had no time to lose on this or other subjects as Alexis quickly tapped two buttons and lowered the armoured side windows, her hand grasping the massive handgun from her lap and aiming out of her window.

Killer needed no further instructions, moving to lean out of his own window and sitting on the doorframe with his torso outside the car, aiming the Cobra from over the car's roof as several ports in the grey, metallic side of the huge trailer opened, rifles flashing with bursts of bullets.

The huge male liger answered with a short burst of 20 mm piercing rounds from the Cobra, knocking large holes in the vehicle as a couple of enemies went down with a spray of blood and gore... But he snarled as he caught sight of a rocket launcher appearing from one of the other ports. He turned to fire at this as his eyes met for a second the inexpressive ones of the enemy with the RPG... and then there was a loud, echoing shot, and the head of the trooper exploded, his body falling backwards inside the truck as the rocket was launched, now aimed skywards as the enemy fell dead. Alexis fired once more from the Desert Storm, and Killer lowered his head, using the Cobra solid steely body to protect his eyes as the rocket exploded in midair, slivers bouncing off innocently against the armoured Aston Martin and the ceiling of concrete of the tunnel.

Killer snarled a bit as new bursts of automatic fire slammed into the car with metallic screams, bullets ricocheting madly as the roof of the car filled with deep dents â€" Why the car...? Argh. Bastards! â€" and he straightened, aiming squarely at one of the open ports and squeezing the second trigger, firing a grenade into the hole and remotely detonating it inside the trailer to water everyone with slivers, shrieks coming from the truck loud enough to be heard over the engine's growl... And the enormous truck steered violently to the side, trying to invest the Aston Martin as Alexis manoeuvred to avoid the impact with the enormous and terribly heavy vehicle.

She snarled as the truck all but invaded her lane, and she hadn't enough space on the other side to avoid the collision, her foot slamming on the brake as she lowered the gears with easy, expert moves of her finger, the powerful car swaying a bit on its course as it was so violently decelerated, but the female maintaining the control perfectly. The Aston Martin lost its position, the truck's assault missing as the black car almost stopped its course in the middle of the highway, the other vehicles roaring past as the Ferrari and the Lamborghini approached rapidly, the passengers on both cars firing from their windows with Fire Support Machine Guns and Killer answered.

Alexis's foot moved without hesitation to the accelerator once more, the car giving a weird growl of protest as it was pushed in that way, but not betraying her as it once more rocketed forwards... and she snarled as her instinct kicked in.

Killer grunted as the Aston Martin steered violently to the side, barely avoiding falling out of the black monster as he fitted a foot under the seat to hook himself in place, the other searching a solid support in the underside of the glove compartment as he looked forwards to see a bloody enemy in the truck staggering towards the Minigun at the shutter, firing a furious burst in their direction.

Bullets tore into the asphalt in front of them as he tried to aim the massive Gatling gun at them, before a rain of burning steel pummelled the armoured windshield as they roared out of the tunnel and in the sunlight.

Bullets hissed past him as he aimed once more his Cobra forwards, firing another grenade precisely into the trailer, the explosion bending the metallic walls outwards as slivers tore the enemies inside to shreds, the Gatling falling out in a wreck that bounced a few times on the asphalt and sailed past their side like a bullet. Killer turned immediately on the other side as the white Lamborghini once more emerged from the traffic, roaring towards them at full speed as a bulky guy wearing a black mask on his face fired furiously with a machine gun from the window. He took rapidly this as target even if bullets slammed into the black Aston Martin and hissed dangerously near, a few drawing burning gashes in his arm as he snarled and fired three precise shots, the enemy gunner falling dead into the car.

The driver, anyway, did not retreated as he guided the fast Lamborghini to crash into the Aston Martin's rear, making the car bounce forwards and sway violently from side to side as Alexis fought to keep the control of the vehicle. Killer turned to fire straight into the face of the driver of the white super car, but even the 20 mm rounds of the Cobra sunk into the armoured windshield without piercing their way across it... And he snarled a second before three booming shots echoed like one only as Alexis fired a barrage of .50 rounds from all four the barrels of her Desert Storm, not even looking as she aimed backwards and squeezed the trigger long enough to fire three times in a row... And the resulting "dart" of 12 bullets hit the Lamborghini exactly in front of the driver.

The armoured windshield all but exploded in tiny shards as it was hit so violently, and the driver's head, along with the top section of his seat, vanished in a splatter of blood and gore that painted red all the windows... and finally the uncontrolled car swayed to the side, shattering its way across the guardrail and ending its journey with several, frightening flips over itself before it exploded in a ball of fire in the middle of a field.

"It works." Alexis said cruelly as she idly blown on the smoking barrels of the Desert Storm, grinning viciously as she nodded slightly. The "electric" gun was designed to fire its bullets with such a rate of fire that any single round could follow the preceding at an infinitesimal distance... effectively creating a massive metallic punch that could pierce even thick armour... and the first operative use in that sense had been more than promising.

Killer glanced down with a slight grin, but before he could say anything, a roar announced the incoming Ferrari, which rapidly appeared out of the curve they had just made... and Alexis grinned as she accelerated furiously, the wheels screaming against the asphalt as the Aston roared cheerfully as it was launched at full speed... and Killer repaired inside the car as the wind stung at his eyes and ruffled his mane, air whistling irritably around them as they proceeded at suicidal speed, Alexis gladly challenging the red super car behind as she licked her lips idly for a second.

"Yeah, you are fucking dreaming if you think you can take me." She mumbled with dark amusement, her grin vicious as she pushed the car past its limits, helped by the fact that most of the other vehicles were now prudently avoiding stepping in their lane, massing up in the slow one on the right and leaving them full space. Many cars had wisely preferred to stop in the emergency lay-bys, even... and Killer couldn't really blame that as his eyes flashed from the speedometer â€" 200... 205... - to the rear-view mirror as the Ferrari fatigued to keep their pace.

"Put up some adequate music, lover... something kickass." She grinned, her hand still holding the Desert Storm even if her finger was on the gear, the car swaying in the tight curve and understeering violently, the blond femme fatale easily countersteering to exploit it at her advantage... and then she grinned in cruel amusement as the Ferrari, launched at maximum speed as well, almost lost the control in the curve, all but slamming into the guardrail before roar back into the road with a few mad rocks from side to side. Killer grinned at that, feeling immensely impressed of her ability... and amused by the fact she apparently took it as a game, even if her prowess at the wheel all but gave evidence of how professional she was. He quickly reached a finger up for the radio, searching the right music... "The ride of the Valkyries...?"

"Too expected. Some heavy stuff, I was meaning." She countered as they easily roared into another gallery, this tunnel separated by the parallel one with the opposite-direction lanes only by a long queue of huge pillars of concrete at regular distance. Here, once more they found traffic... even if the cars around them all but steered prudently to the sides to leave them space as the Aston Martin roared threateningly... and Alexis nodded in appreciation, her fingers tapping on the wheel in time as the dark notes of "Master Passion Greed" filled the car, mixing with the melodious roar of the engine and its singing every time the gear was expertly changed to squeeze all the power out of the engine.

Her expression changed in a snarl as she felt her instinct kicking in, several hostile auras appearing in her "energy vision" as the badly damaged truck once more appeared, drawing near as they speeded past the much slower vehicles around... And Killer noticed the change, looking up to see the massive vehicle and a few big and possibly armoured jeeps and SUVs that, differently from all the others, don't moved out of their path.

"Round two..." He muttered, preparing the rifle as Alexis nodded with a cheerful grin and aimed the Desert Storm out of her window as the truck steered violently to the side, invading their lane with its length as they tried to force them to stop... and the female fired a single bullet from the massive handgun, the round smashing into the asphalt and ricocheting up, sailing under the truck.

A blink time, and it exploded as the burning steel pierced its way into the tank with deadly accuracy.

The transport all but vanished in a massive, roaring arson, flames reaching high enough to brush the ceiling of the tunnel as the already shattered trailed derailed on its side, the enormous truck swaying to an alt as Alexis steered violently to the side, precisely taking the narrow space between the vehicle on flame and the wall of the gallery, accelerating once more as soon as their roared out on the other side, finally again in the large.

The jeeps followed close, but the drivers did not have the same ability as Alexis, and the first vehicle all but scraped its flank against the wall of the gallery even if it slowed down to accomplish the manoeuvre. And as Killer looked backwards at the sound of an impact followed by an explosion, he grinned at the awareness that one of the SUVs hadn't managed to avoid crashing into the truck on fire.

"Gods. From years I wasn't having this much fun." Alexis grinned as she gave an idle look at the group of four jeeps that had managed to continue the chase... and she all but slowed down.

"Poor guys. They'll never take us with those cars." She observed with dark amusement as she descended of several gears, leaving the SUVs regain some terrain as barrages of automatic fire started once more to hiss around the car.

Killer grinned at that, changing the magazine of his rifle with a full one and dropping the empty grenade-stacked launcher from under the barrel of the Cobra, slamming a new one in place. "You have serious problems with violence." He playfully remarked as he leaned out of his window and fired back to their chasers, his burst neatly smashing into the windshield of the first jeep and killing the driver, the vehicle swaying without control and smashing in the wall of the tunnel.

"Hey, you are the one firing." Alexis answered with a smile that changed in a lick of her lips as also the Ferrari appeared once more behind them, rapidly covering the distances as its engine roared.

The blond tigress let the red super car and the SUVs draw closer and closer, and then she snarled as two more vehicles in front of them steered to form a barricade on the road, closing the passage entirely this time, enemies firing madly at them and the femme fatale cursing as she steered from side to side as to avoid the bullets... and Killer gaped for a moment as he realized that, while his own side of the windshield was by now a complex map of cracks and bullets stuck in the transparent armoured ceramic, Alexis's side hadn't been hit by a single round yet. "Yeah, darling. Thank you for sharing." He observed playfully, and she frowned a bit as she steered to the left before reaching the enemy block, speeding past the pillars that separated the two senses of the traffic, and her hand reached for the handbrake, pulling on this firmly as Killer's eyes bulged in surprise.

The black Aston Martin immediately and violently lost speed, wheels screaming in protest and the engine growling irritably as the car all but turned on itself, Alexis using the brake pedal as well to keep the vehicle controlled as smoke rose from the wheels and they turned and slid perfectly in the space between two of the pillars of the gallery, emerging on the opposite lane, turned in the opposite direction they had been driving until a second before, ready to move again. They all but cut in front of a truck, that honked furiously at them as the driver braked and Alexis hammered her foot on the accelerator while removing the handbrake, the wheels screaming on the asphalt as the Aston rocked forwards on the new course, the rear of the super car swaying from side to side for a moment as the huge power of the engine was so suddenly unleashed in so violent restarting. Alexis's stunt must have left everyone astonished on the whole road just as Killer was, if not more.

Despite all the courage he might have and despite his absolute confidence in Alexis's ability, Killer all but repressed a shiver of terror at the scary manoeuvre and the terrible risk Alexis had taken... but he don't missed the chance to fire a grenade from his rifle as the Ferrari roared past them in its suicidal speed, either. The High-Explosive round smashed into the red super car and exploded at the impact, all but shattering its flank as the whole vehicle was turned over, skidding on the asphalt for at least one hundred meters on its roof before smash into a pillar.

"What was that anyway, lover...?" She asked curiously, and he turned to give her a flat look as he pointed to the windshield. She looked at that and shrugged a bit, making a slight smile.

"The car is too big to avoid the bullets entirely. And sorry, it's instinct. I see how to avoid bullets myself... but it's much harder to see how more persons can at once."

The four jeeps ignored the burning wreck of the Ferrari and turned to follow them, three managing to pass between the pillars but the fourth, trying to turn at a speed to high, crashed into one of the columns of concrete. The others invaded the lanes as they completed their turns to chase after the black car of the sovereigns, miraculously avoiding collisions as the traffic all but stopped, civilians in panic at the disastrous battle that had popped up on the highway. Alexis easily guided the powerful car down the queue of motionless vehicles, whizzing past them at suicidal speed and yet always managing full control, all but brushing the other cars but passing perfectly even in the narrower of places, her stunts all but making her grin cheerfully... as much as the difficulties of the enemies in following her made her cackle.

They exited from the tunnel and roared down the trait of highway they had first devoured in the other sense, seeing the column of dark smoke that signalled the arson of the Lamborghini... and then Alexis snarled, her hand tightening her grip on the massive Desert Storm and her fingers squeezing the wheel raggedly.

"Vera." She growled, the aura of her rival evident and unmistakable in her vision as Killer turned to the blond femme fatale in surprise.

She pointed with a gesture of her head to a truck rolling down the highway, half a mile ahead of them, apparently innocent as it traveled down the slow lane... But Killer was almost sure that the cables hanging from the trailer's roof down the sides of the vehicle weren't simple steel ropes but antennas. It was probably some sort of command post on wheels.

"She is in there... with... twelve more guys." Alexis said immediately, answering to the question he still hadn't even formulated... and the tigress hammered the accelerator and aimed straight to the truck as the engine roared, almost vocalizing her fury as her icy eyes sparkled with fire.

Killer shouldered away his rifle and immediately reached a hand for Wyvern, grasping the handle. The massive sword was resting beside Blue Vixen in the special compartment that had been derived in the central tunnel between the seats, and he moved it out with an easy gesture as his other hand opened the door of the car fully.

He stood and leaned out of the car, pulling the enormous crimson blade free of the obstacles of the insides of the car as the wind roared with fury in his hear and stung at his eyes, pushing against his massive body violently. He narrowed his eyes and tried to concentrate as the truck drew nearer rapidly... and then new long, wild barrages of bullets come from the jeeps as they pulled up behind them.

"I take care of the jeeps and the guys. You take that bitch!" Alexis growled as she approached the fast moving truck, steering in the opposite direction for a moment when she felt danger incoming... and as she had forecasted, the shutter opened and once more a Gatling faced them.

Before it could even start firing, Alexis had already killed the gunner with a bullet placed neatly between his eyes... and the Aston Martin placed side by side with the truck for a moment, and Killer jumped.

The blow of the wind as he left any solid support threatened to push him down into the asphalt, a very nasty experience, especially at that speed... but he landed on his feet just inside the trailer, his eyes taking note of the Aston Martin speeding past the truck, his door closing apparently by itself as Alexis's telekinesis intervened and the jeeps chasing after the car, even if the front tires of the first SUV neatly exploded, hit by two incredible shots in unmistakable Alexis's style. As he noted all this, a couple of soldiers in grey-black NWOA urban uniforms rose their rifles at him, shouting to call reinforces a second before the first was neatly chopped in two by a hard slash of Wyvern that cut easily also across the wall of the trailer, the second soldier being kicked hard out of the truck, his body bouncing horribly on the asphalt before vanish under an incoming car.

Killer stepped forwards, reaching a wall that separated in the trailer in two compartments, and he looked over the door with all the senses at maximum attention, waiting for the reinforces to come... Alexis had been clear. There must be ten more soldiers, plus Vera, surely the worst threat in the deal. No one approached, anyway... and he snorted as he realized they had absolutely no intention to come at him. They were waiting for him. Brilliant. How useful a flash-bang would be in such cases...

He avoided the door, from where he was expected, and smashed across the fine wall of aluminium with his muscular shoulder, sending the whole metallic partition down with a booming thud, the wall smashing into a couple of soldiers that had been aiming their weapons at the door... And he immediately pushed Wyvern hard forwards as a third turned his assault rifle, from where it was aimed at what once had been the door's position, to him. The enormous crimson blade sunk easily into the Kevlar armour of the terrorist and into his chest, at least two feet of bloody sword emerging from his back as the huge liger moved his weapon to slash to the side, cutting another enemy in a confused heap of bloody meat as the speared corpse slid free of Wyvern.

It all happened rapidly, and almost in the very same second of his attack, he was rolling forwards to find cover between one of the numerous computer consoles that were lined up in the dark room, a bullet sailing past him and tearing a superficial gash in his shoulder, Vera snorting in disappointment. Bullets begun to pour with fury into his cover, tearing everything to pieces as nine weapons fired at his position, and Killer all but punched forwards the computer console and the metallic desk it rested on. The heavy terminal was propelled with the strength of a bullet, smashing everything it met on its way until it smashed into the wall at the other end of the trailer, leaving a deep dent in the structure as groans and cries of agony echoed in the room.

Killer did not know how many he had hit as he stood up and rapidly advanced, but six soldiers come at him in the darkness, the nearest one attempting to sink his bayonet in his chest when the huge liger grasped his assault rifle and moved it out of the way, the bullets smashing in the ceiling uselessly. The tiger pulled his enemy closer by the rifle, growling as he hit him hard in the abdomen with his knee, spikes piercing across the terrorist's body from side to side as he spat blood and choked, slumping to the floor in agony. The resting five stared at that in terror, trying to aim as soon as their unfortunate comrade was out of the way, but Killer slashed Wyvern hard in a simple horizontal arc in front of himself, sending all of them down in a spray of blood.

He finally found himself staring at Vera, who was riding a powerful racing motorbike, a red monster of power with the engine roaring lowly and deeply, a door in the side of the trailer open on the rapidly-going-past road. She grinned and winked to him as he sprinted towards her, her hand twisting the accelerator of the bike and turning the vehicle to face the exit.

"Hunt me if you feel up to the challenge." She said tauntingly before leave the brake and jump out of the trailer.

He stared at that with a snarl of rage and frustration, then his eyes landed on a black motorbike that looked of the same category of Vera's one. It's a fair challenge. His dark essence suggested... his good sense, instead, had different ideas. The less you can wait from it, is that it explodes when you turn it on.

"Maybe. But it's not like I have many other chances." He grumbled as he rapidly climbed up the bike and turned it on, accelerating violently and using his foot as pivot to turn on the spot towards the overture. What's sure, it's that it's a bit small for me. It's not really an example of comfort.

He let go the brake and all but jumped out of the truck, sailing in the air for a second and ridiculously loving the feeling and the sheer sensation of madness of what he was doing... before he grunted a bit when the bike landed heavily on the asphalt and he turned it immediately to follow Vera. He speeded past the truck, slashing Wyvern hard outwards to the side as he stood on the pedals and snarled.

The blade bit down into the transport with ridiculous ease as his muscles bulged explosively, the crimson sword cutting across the whole engine block and then into the cockpit in an upwards gesture, killing both terrorists in the vehicle as they stared at him in terror.

The truck rolled to a stop as the devastated engine spat out several pistons and bursts of fuel and oil, but Killer was already roaring down the highway, eyes fixed on Vera, that had a considerable advantage on him.

He snarled as he whizzed past two cars and turned around a truck, trying to push his bike to the maximum possible speed as the wind bit at his eyes... and then he growled in a mix of irritation and surprise as Vera turned to him with a grin and slowed down for a little while to let him fill the initial gap.

You cocky bitch...

He accelerated and made a tight curve around the wreck on flame of one of the jeeps of earlier, his glance landing for a second on the burning corpse of a terrorist leaning half-in and half-out a window. Alexis had been as always faithful to her word... and cold as ice.

Killer soon managed to reach Vera, and prepared Wyvern to strike as he leaned down on the bike as much as possible, trying to gain any possible advantage in terms of speed as he reached an advantageous range... and he slashed the blade outwards with a snarl.

Vera lowered her head under the crimson sword and steered violently to the right, her bike almost going flat on a side as it whizzed past a car. Killer overtook the same car on the other side, his eyes following the dangerous Suicide-Maker as she reached for her own sword, a long broadsword resting on her back, before steer towards him and accelerate, their swords colliding in midair in a noisy, powerful clash.

Killer immediately tried to exploit his superior strength, standing on the pedals as he leaned towards her, trying to make her blade slide along his own to end up trapped between the spikes of Wyvern... but they had to depart again as they whizzed past another car between them, and he snarled in rage as she steered to vanish in the most far lane on the right, behind a truck.

He followed her swiftly, and then rose his leg out of the way and all but laid down his bike on a side to slide under the truck's trailer.

The flank of the motorbike fizzled with sparks as metal and asphalt rubbed together, his head brushing the underside of the massive truck before he emerged on the other side, once more in the sunlight, pulling the bike up with his strength and kicking his foot into the road to regain asset as Vera turned and seemed to look after him appreciatively.

Once more, they had to turn around the wreck of an overturned jeep, but when Killer emerged in her trail, she was aiming a submachine gun and grinning cheerfully towards him. He quickly steered to the side, mostly avoiding the first burst even if a bullet tore a gash in his right cheek and other two drawn holes across the bike. Fortunately, the tank hadn't been hit... and the vehicle continued to run as he swayed in a fast dance of zig-zag as unforeseeable as he could manage. The awareness that Alexis could dance her way unharmed in front of such attack, or that if she had been in the place of Vera he would have already been reduced to a strainer was disturbing at the least. Almost more of the sheer awareness that Vera's aim was more than excellent already.

Further rounds hit him before he was close enough to strike: at least three bullets were crushed into the black armour he wore, and a few more had hit his muscular form along arms and legs, leaving wounds that stung but weren't serious, bullets almost ricocheting against his astonishing musculature sculptured in what seemed like titanium.

"You'll need something seriously heavier with me, slut!" He growled as he come close, but Vera only grinned and nodded as she all but left the handlebars with both hands â€" At 190 miles for hours...? She is crazy... - and dropped the submachine gun in a large holster at her belt, the same easy gesture bringing her hands up for her sword again.

She steered out of his first strike controlling the bike with just her legs... and the second strike was met by her blade, as well as the third one. Killer snarled as their eyes met for a short instant, sapphire mirroring into emerald and vice versa... and then they departed once more as they reached the last jeep, still chasing after the Aston Martin as Alexis idly game them the finger from the open window, apparently unfazed by the bursts of bullets that she avoided with easy manoeuvres... Until she looked up and saw Vera speed past the jeep.

The blond tigress immediately raised her Desert Storm and broke all the games and the hesitations, firing a single round that sunk all the way to the white 4x4's tank, making it explode in flames as Vera passed close.

The Suicide-Maker fought to keep the control of her bike in the shockwave, avoiding the falling wrecks on flame as she continued her run... and she overtook the black Aston Martin as Alexis was forced to slow down, all the lanes full of traffic.

Killer followed Vera still, anyhow, exchanging a quick ok gesture with his beloved queen at the wheel as he went ahead, moving with much greater ease into the traffic.

He made his way in the tight spaces between a vehicle and another, looking after Vera with cold attention as he found space to accelerate once more, speeding up between two long queues of car and gaining terrain as the Doberman guided her own roaring bike in the lane on the other side.

Killer steered to the side at the first chance, cutting in front of a car and emerging in front of Vera, slashing hard outwards Wyvern as she dodged on the bike and rose her own blade, steering violently to the side. She all but managed to make her bike climb on the slightly tilted guardrail of concrete, driving on its narrow top and kicking hard outwards with her booted foot.

The huge male liger growled as the blow hit him squarely at the shoulder and make him sway to the side, and he had to quickly steer to avoid crashing in one of the vehicles on his left as Vera managed to gain once more terrain, her bike amazingly running on top of the guardrail for a few hundreds meters before she all but drove on the roof of a passing car to get back into the lane.

Killer followed into a large curve... and finally they emerged in front of the dam-bridge of Witan. It wasn't as massive as Raven's dam, but it still was half a mile of inactive dike. The highway exploited its large, flat top as a bridge, while the last stretch run on a mobile bridge that overcome the channel and the locks that allowed the river navigation. On the other side of the complex, Killer could already see the administrative building and the substation from which the electric lines departed, carrying the electricity generated by the turbines... And he suddenly understood both the reason of that unnatural and irritating traffic, and that he was heading into a trap.

He could see clearly the fight going on around the administrative building, already. The security service of the dam had called the police and even soldiers could be seen busy into the battle as tens of terrorists of the NWOA tried to suffocate any resistance. His sharp eyes took sight also of something ridiculously massive that was smashing its way across the lines of defence around the substation... it had to be thirty feet tall at the very least... An UCW...? What's that...?

Another large group of terrorists had instead seized control of the dam at midway, but they were ordering to all the cars coming to continue on their way... Of course. All they want is a black Aston Martin.

"Everyone wants one." He mumbled dumbly to himself as he made a last attempt to intercept Vera before end up trapped into the fight.

His hand narrowed his hold on the handlebar as he accelerated violently, whizzing diagonally across the lane to reach once more Vera as they started the last, tight curve before the dam. He snarled as he slashed his crimson blade in an outwards arc aimed at Vera, his sword clashing against hers rose in defence with perfect timing, and he tried immediately to hit her bike instead, but once more the Suicide-Maker managed to stop his blow... and then both had to kick out a foot and slam it hard into the guardrail to avoid crashing into it at the apex of the turn.

Vera lifted the front wheel in a rearing, standing on the pedals as they reached the cars waiting to pass across the NWOA checkpoint and she all but drove her bike to climb on the back of the vehicle in front of her to go ahead.

Killer snorted at that, but imitated her with an easy pull, rearing up his bike almost vertically for a moment before climb on the dented roof of the poor car, the engine growling and the wheels scrambling noisily on the metal.

He descended from the front, slashing Wyvern to the right and kicking hard with his foot to the left as two terrorists rose their submachine guns at him, sending both down in bloody heaps before he all but run into a third with the bike still launched, before brake and slamming a booted foot down into the road, the bike turning on the spot before become motionless, the liger already descended and handling the massive Cobra in a hand and the enormous Wyvern in the other.

Several terrorists approached, weapons at the ready as they circled around him at safe distance as he looked around himself slowly and carefully, keeping everything under control and calculating his next move as he took sight in front of him of Vera agilely descending from her own bike, a wide grin on her beautiful features.

"You don't think to take on me with just these puppets, do you...? I think you are smarter than this. Don't disappoint me..." Killer called out with his own sharkish grin in return, even if his icy eyes flashed every now and then on the soldiers around.

Vera advanced of a few steps, crackling her gloved knuckles as she nodded slightly and closed her eyes for a second. "Of course I don't. They are just a little part of the party I prepared for you." She said teasingly as she rose a hand and snapped her fingers. Immediately, from a nearby black and possibly armoured van come out the figures of two more warriors.

One was a nine-foot tall muscular grey wolf wearing combat boots, black pants and shirt and an armour of silver-painted metal on his chest and shoulders. He was handling a long and agile Katana in his hands and he stood on a side of Vera with readiness and confidence. His face was scarred, and his silvery eyes full of fury and sheer hate... but Killer was rather sure he don't knew that one. Why everyone hates me...?

The other was wearing a Kevlar-made flexible armour, with composite plates for further protection covering the chest, the sides and great parts of legs and arms alike. All in all, it gave a protection total, and the weight and cumbersomeness was minimal. The weird things came from the thick metallic armour that he worn around his left forearm and that ended in a steely glove on his hand. Besides, he was carrying a foot-long and rather innocent looking metallic tube at the belt, while an assault rifle was held at the ready, right hand on the handle and finger on the trigger. Either they are kidding, or that tube is a miniaturized version of the plasma sabre of the UCWs...

The weirdest fact of all, anyhow, was that the armoured soldier was wearing a helmet that covered entirely his head and that was entirely closed, without a single overture or visor for looking out. Instead, a set of small visors sat in a circular disposition on the top of the helm.

"Who is the angry dog at your side...?" Killer asked with a taunting grin as he tilted his head a bit... but Vera was steamrolled by the wolf himself as he growled: "I have no name."

"Oh. Of course." Killer continued, rising a hand in derision. "I'll just call you Nameless, then."

"He's one of the champions of the current street-fighting and the best fencer of the NWOA." Vera said, but her grimace told Killer that she wasn't really enthusiast of the wolf or of his presence at all. He deduced that the raid wasn't her plan... at least, not entirely.

"And the other guy...? He's so ugly he wants to hide his face or something?" Killer continued, the terrorists around still keeping him under aim but staying well far away, more than happy to avoid any contact with the giant liger.

"That's the prototype of the Senses Sharpening System. The helmet films the surrounding world on 360° in several image spectrums, from IR to X, removes any distraction and useless data and gives the warrior a total combat vision so that he cannot be took of surprise neither from behind. We call them "Faceless Troopers"..." Vera answered tiredly. "Find the rest by yourself... The heads of the organization think that they will be able to defeat even you." She shrugged a bit, rolling her eyes upwards... and then she sighed as the massive, thirty-foot plus thing that Killer had earlier spotted rapidly walked up the dam towards them, putting up just behind her.

It wasn't an UCW. But a massive and probably 33 feet tall elephant covered in massive, rippling muscles that for once made even Killer feel inadequate. The enormous warrior was handling a gigantic warhammer in his hands, and even the liger felt impressed by such weapon. The goliath was grinning viciously, but his features were covered by a metallic mask painted of gold, as his ivory fangs. His chest was covered by a metallic armour that Killer thought had to be comparable to the armour of a main battle tank, and he was wearing shoulder plates as well, while only dirty and torn black pants covered his massive and powerful legs, foot bare. The elephant narrowed his hold on the enormous hammer and looked down â€" argh, how hateful it is â€" to Killer as he glared back up coldly. "They always tell you are a scary giant. But you don't look like much." The hulking warrior boomed, and Killer snorted in derision.

"You know, we may be smaller, but the ones like me eat the ones like you. From the very start of times." The huge liger countered with taunting voice.

"This is another gift they prepared for you. I don't know what they gave him to make him so massive... He was perhaps half as tall before whatever they did to him." Vera observed coldly, glaring up a bit to the giant behind her as he snorted irritably, shifting a bit on his spot as Killer grinned a bit wider.

"I'm Vulcan, and I'm the other champion of the street-fighting." The huge elephant boomed in rage, but again, Killer only tilted his head with a patronizing glance.

"When I was in that business, there was one champion that everyone stared at from the distance. Guess who he was...?" The liger grinned with dark amusement.

The wolf without name stomped his foot irritably on the ground and narrowed his hold on his long Katana so much to make his knuckles turn white as he turned to Vera. "We're losing time. And we have very little time. The Predators have a reaction time of minutes at the most. Let's just kill him!"

Vera all but ignored him, apparently, but Killer immediately noticed the grimace of agony and the shivers that run across the wolf's body as the dangerous female walked forwards, drawing near to him, her hands down at her side and an easy smile on her face.

He let her come closer, surprised, but feeling no threat from her in that moment even if his fingers tightened their hold on the rifle and on the massive handle of the enormous Wyvern. His eyes followed Vera at each step, his grin ready to change into a snarl and his relaxed, standing position ready to become a vicious attack... but the female silently reached him and ground slightly against his body with her own, looking up at him with a slight smile as her hands slid down his awesome muscles.

"You know, I like you." She whispered softly, making him half-blink in surprise. "And I think you have..." She looked down at his pants and gave an appreciative nod, half-whistling as she lightly bit her lower lip. "...balls. Try not to disappoint me, please. Rarely I believe in anything anymore... don't go failing yourself on me as well."

Killer was took by surprise by her statement. He tried to find something to say back... but all what he managed was a nod as he traded a grin with her, before she turned and rapidly walked back at her position, drawing out her sword and gaining a ready position even if the other terrorists stared at her in apparent shock. A flat glare of hers, anyhow, and Killer could hear several suffocated winces as every enemy around him twitched in a second of burning agony that tried to hide... and Vera snapped her fingers again. "Stop playing." She barked, and immediately rifles flashed from all around the liger, the terrorists opening fire in full auto in a terrible cacophony of burning steel as the Suicide-Maker and the three weird warriors started forwards as well.

The giant elephant was the first to get at range, with just one of his enormous steps. He smashed the colossal hammer down in a vicious arc, squishing the bike that Killer had driven like it was made of butter. But the liger wasn't there anymore.

Killer landed from his jump in a crouch right on top of the hammer, the Cobra aimed out to the left firing a grenade into the group of riflemen in there as the bursts of automatic fire tried to follow him in his moves... And then he jumped in the air again as Nameless leapt up and slashed viciously his Katana at him.

Killer slashed Wyvern outwards when Vera suddenly appeared in front of him, attacking with her large broadsword, parrying her attack in midair, and the contact broke as both flipped easily backwards, putting safe distance between themselves as they descended.

Differently from Vera, the liger found the guy with the Senses Sharpening System suit on his course, the soldier firing accurate, short and controlled bursts of large calibre rounds against him as he used Wyvern to protect himself... and when he landed, he slashed the crimson sword outwards .

The Faceless backstepped rapidly, rising his left arm in defence, horizontally in front of his chest, and suddenly plates of steel slid out of the armour on his forearm to form a massive rectangular shield of thick titanium in front of his body. The crimson blade met this barrier with a clash of thunder, leaving a deep dent in even the plasma-forged shield as the trooper moved back to safer distance... and Killer had to break the contact, going into a roll on his arm to the side as Vulcan slashed the gigantic warhammer in a powerful arc, the air hissing on the liger's head as the colossal mass of steel whizzed past.

The tiger caught himself on a hand, Wyvern laying on the ground on its flat for a moment as pushed down his palm and easily pushed himself high into the air, another slash of the wolf's katana hissing dangerously near as the liger flipped elegantly in midair and rose the Cobra, firing a grenade against the Faceless Trooper.

The grenade exploded against the solid shield, but at least it knocked down of the soldier's hand the massive assault rifle, that sailed high into the air. Killer's eyes narrowed at the sight of such opportunity, and as he landed from his jump, he fired a single bullet from his own weapon, striking the flying rifle in the middle and breaking it in two useless pieces that fell far away.

The liger jumped away immediately as bursts of bullets sprayed furiously the spot of asphalt he had occupied seconds before, sailing high into the air and then diving down with Wyvern ready to strike, high over his head. The massive liger smashed a booted foot in the head of one of the NWOA riflemen, crushing him in a bloody, headless and broken heap on the floor as Wyvern slashed in a vicious downwards arc that all but tore in two another.

The other riflemen nearby turned around in shock, clearly going pale at the sight of the enormous liger and the cruel, murderous light in his icy blue eyes. They raised their rifles to fire as they comrades from the other side of the battlefield did the same... and Killer lashed out his booted foot, the long spikes of steel on toetop sinking in the leg of the nearest enemy, the liger pulling him close as he shrieked in agony for his shattered lower leg.

His cries were cut short by the obscene number of bullets that tens of rifles poured into him, anyhow, the other terrorists panicking... and feeling that fear all but increase even more as Killer kicked hard outwards, getting rid of the "shield" and knocking down a nearby terrorist that went down with a spit of dark blood and a sickening crunch. The liger charged forwards and bullets ricocheted uselessly against his body, huge, flexing muscles defeating even the steel as he snarled and launched out a foot, his enormous thigh rippling with power as the kick connected with the nearest enemy face. There was a sickening crunch and a loud, terrible snap, the terrorist's head falling back between the man's shoulder blades and almost falling off, as the rifleman slumped to the ground with a face that was nothing but thick dark blood and a neck that now had fine dust instead of vertebras of a spine.

A fast slash of Wyvern and a burst of the Cobra on the other side all but made the slaughter worse as terrorists now tried to flee in panic. Vera, on her hand, was staring at the scene with interest, but with no intention to intervene, while the other three warriors were desperately trying to get to the liger in the middle of the fight.

At that moment, anyway, the black, scarred and damaged Aston Martin roared close, smashing into the barriers of the checkpoint and all but running into a couple of terrified terrorists, that were thrown away like dolls as Alexis steered and braked violently, the car turning to a side as it growled to a stop, squishing on the ground five riflemen that had been trying to fire at Killer's back.

The Aston wasn't even entirely motionless yet that the driver-side door opened and Alexis exited in a roll, avoiding the furious bursts of bullets that welcomed her, chasing after her amazingly fast and elegant movements in vain as she pulled up in a crouch, arms out to either side as she snarled, Desert Storm in the left and Blue Vixen in the right hand, long flames protruding from the barrels of both weapons as she fired a barrage of deadly bullets.

Time itself seemed to freeze for a second, and then the terrorists around Killer slumped on the ground in bloody, headless heaps, every single rifleman hit squarely at his forehead, corpses falling in puddles of blood all around, leaving him, Alexis, Vera and the three warriors with her. Alone, if not for maybe thirty or more lifeless corpses.

Alexis straightened and glared over Vera and the other terrorists as she folded her massive handgun, resting with her sword only at the ready as Killer walked the few steps that separated them. The two traded a fast grin, and then Alexis turned on the giant elephant.

"He sure is a giant... but he doesn't look as impressive in his pants, does he...?" The blond tigress observed tauntingly, tilting her head to the side with a thoughtful look up to the huge warrior.

"Indeed, unfortunately the growing cure they put him in don't worked very well where it counts most." Vera agreed idly from where she was standing at the ready. "He doesn't bears a comparison with Spiky there."

Killer grinned a bit wider despite himself, while Alexis all but puffed in derision. "Babe, if you hadn't yet understood, no one does." The blond female grinned, then looked up again to Vulcan with a grimace. "He doesn't deserve my attention at all." Alexis snorted, turning to face Vera with a grin full of battle lust. "She's mine. Other than that... have your fun with those weirdoes there, Lion."

"I'll do..." Killer replied with cold, vicious entertainment, throwing the assault rifle down on the floor as he rolled his huge, muscular shoulders and cracked his neck idly. On the other side, the Faceless reached down his hand for the tube at his belt, and when he grasped it and aimed it at Killer, an electromagnetic field fizzed in existence, drawing the long, fine shape of a katana-like sword... and the field of force was immediately filled up by incandescent and deadly plasma. For once, I would have liked to be wrong about something, anyhow...

The plasma sabre was by far the most intimidating weapon of the trio. Even more of the massive warhammer of Vulcan, who was currently looking terribly angry, most likely for the taunting comments of the two dangerous females that were already crossing their swords at their side. The plasma, thanks to its incredible heat, could cut across everything with ridiculous ease: concrete, steel, flesh, anything. Neither Wyvern could be used against such weapon in any way: the plasma would simply tear it in pieces, melting the alloy of the blade like chocolate.

He was given no further time to think as Nameless started forwards, his sword flashing out with amazing rapidity in a diagonal cut that was as perfect in technique as vicious. Killer slid a foot back for balance and rose the flat of the enormous, thick crimson blade of Wyvern to stop the attack, then pushed upwards, trying to outbalance the rival and lashing his leg out in a kick towards the chest of the wolf. The weird warrior, anyhow, pushed himself high into the air and flipped backwards at safe distance as the Faceless approached rapidly, the huge shield covering most of his body safely as his hands held the long plasma sabre out like a spear.

Killer sidestepped with fluid elegance, the sabre fizzling past his side innocently as he slashed a vicious swing of his potent arm to the Faceless. His fingers smashed into the shield as the trooper reacted rapidly, hand bending the thick defence like it was paper, before Killer had to leap up into the air as the Faceless swung the sabre in a vicious horizontal arc.

The liger growled in surprise as the Nameless flashed in front of him again, the fine Katana colliding with the enormous crimson blade in a loud metallic clash. Killer all but used the clash as a pivot to flip forwards in midair, flying over the astonished wolf and lashing a hard kick downwards at him. The warrior twisted his body out of the way as the liger flew upwards and entered in the range of Vulcan, who slashed out the hammer with impressive speed and astonishing strength. The white tiger landed against the colossal weapon on all fours, grunting at the impact before jump away immediately as the elephant tried to slam the sledgehammer down into the road and squish him.

On her side of the battlefield, Alexis was dancing between the bullets that Vera attempted to fire at her, the Suicide-Maker snarling as the tigress drew closer, Blue Vixen held at the ready to strike as the blond femme fatale slid between a bullet and another, sinuously twisting out of the way of each round. Her grin never faded as she almost idly tilted her head to the side, bullet whizzing past her cheek by a mere inch or even less, or when she gracefully spin on a heel to offer her side, stepping between two fast shots... It only grew wider when Alexis pulled up in front of Vera and her sapphire eyes flashed, some sort of barrier stopping the last bullet in midair and making it bounce uselessly off with a metallic scream.

The two femme fatale stared at each other silently for a moment, sparks flying from their meeting glares as Vera's snarl changed into a grin as she upsized, her body growing in height and strengthening in muscular mass as she went from looking up to see Alexis's face to fix her eye to eye... and the Suicide-Maker could grow even well past that spot if she just wanted to.

The Doberman reached her sword up lighting fast, her arm a blur as she moved, and yet the tigress was fast enough to backstep slightly, Blue Vixen arching up to clash against the enemy blade as the tigress guided it expertly, Vera's broadsword ending up trapped between the long spikes in the bottom of the blue blade of the tigress.

Alexis pulled hard with her arm, trying to snag the weapon out of the Suicide-Maker hands as the Doberman grunted and fought back, the two females engaging in a rivalry of sheer strength as both snarled and twisted to the side in the effort.

Alexis's eyes narrowed as she caught sight of the exposition of Vera's side, and she lashed up her leg in a vicious kick immediately, but their booted feet clashed in the air as both tried the same move at once.

They traded a snarl and a glare as their soles come in contact, but before an external observer could even notice that, both jumped backwards, flipped in midair and charged forwards again with the power of locomotives as their toes brushed the asphalt.

Vera slashed her sword out in a vicious downwards arc, astutely trying to take Alexis b surprise and hit her legs as she charged, but the tigress easily leapt over the slash in perfect timing and landed her foot on the flat of the blade, jumping in the air and slashing Blue Vixen down at her head.

Vera dodged in as much perfect time, and then turned on the spot to counter another slash thrown at her back as Alexis landed from her jump. A second, and a hard kick collided with her arm promptly rose in defence, merely a inch away from her face and amazingly another hook kick followed, Vera twisting her head out of the way as Alexis rose in the air and revolved on herself, before land on her hands and doing a perfect handspring to gain some distance again as Vera charged her own attack.

Killer, meanwhile, was dealing with his three rivals. The Faceless was a constant trouble, since he had to absolutely avoid any contact with his deadly weapon of plasma... and now he was crossing swords with the furious wolf samurai, who showed an incredible ability with his katana, and a more than surprising strength, apart from showing a rage that the liger still couldn't understand.

The katana hit the flat of Wyvern once more, bouncing off a bit against the sheer mass of solid alloy of the crimson monster, but the wolf agilely twisted and brought the sword back and then forwards into a circular slash aimed at Killer's side, snarling as the liger grinned and slid out of the way.

The wolf followed, turning rapidly with a spin on his heel, but this time Wyvern was the first one attacking, and the massive crimson blade slid along the underside of the long katana and bit a bleeding gash in the samurai's chest.

The wolf snarled in pain and rage, slashing his sword in answer, but Killer dodged out of the way and rolled on a muscular arm as the Faceless added his own personal swing. Vulcan, on his hand, raised his gigantic hammer and smashed it down towards Killer as he reached a crouch position... and the liger snarled as he realized it was too late to move out of spot. He flashed his hands up as the titanic weapon hit downwards... and Vulcan stared with a grunt of terrified surprise as the tiger resisted.

The strength of the blow was tremendous, and Killer felt his legs sink into the cracking surface below as he snarled in pain and in effort, the hit sending a shock rocketing down his spine and all of his bones as his arms pushed upwards against the immense, heavy mass of steel and the might of the giant.

Killer roared and grit his terrible fangs as he pushed up with all of his strength, his muscles bulging explosively and pushing against the confines of his armour with so much strength that it would have soon or later ended up tearing in shreds like a common shirt... And Vulcan's eyes bulged in shock as the liger slowly stood up, forcing upwards the sledgehammer that should have squished him even if the elephant tried with all of his strength to crush him down.

Killer snarled, eyes widening as the wolf and the Faceless charged forwards, swords ready to bite into his flesh, and the liger let go of the massive weight, pushing himself outwards from out such weapon, going into a roll as the sledgehammer sunk meters into the dam, threatening to destroy the massive wall and break a passage for the lake with a boom that would have ridiculed a thunder.

Killer pushed himself up from his roll with a grunt, gaining a crouch position as Nameless slashed his sword into the asphalt, missing him by merely inches... and Faceless pulled up in front of the liger for the final blow. Wyvern was faster, anyhow, kicking himself up from his crouch and slamming the spikes of his elbow into the shield of the rival, jerking hard outwards.

The Faceless shrieked in terror as his large and solid defence was moved out of the way, leaving his body exposed... but that worry lasted little, since Killer punched viciously up with the end holding Wyvern. The massive handle of the sword only added to the tremendous might of the blow that smashed into the helmet of the soldier, fist crashing easily across the thick armour and the complex micro-computers and 3D screen inside, smashing across the skull of the unfortunate and all the way to explode out of the other side of the helm in a spray of blood and gore.

The wolf stared at that with a horrified expression, standing motionless for a second... before eyeing with something like lust the plasma sabre that the dead hand of the Faceless let fall on the asphalt without regrets.

Vera landed easily on top of an overturned van, her eyes following Alexis as the tigress landed a few meters before her, the two females grinning before jump again into the air, swords out at the ready. When the Suicide-Maker swung her sword in a powerful forwards arc, Alexis seemed to jump a second time in midair, kicking herself even higher and landing on the flat of the blade to slash her own at Vera's face. The tigress's new instincts told her in advance what Vera did in answer, the Doberman twisting herself downwards out of the way and flipping in the air, removing her sword from under Alexis's feet with a contemporaneous hard slash at her that the blond female so parried.

Another slash followed, the tigress using Blue Vixen to deviate that, and then she moved her blade to stop yet another vicious attack as she saw the next incoming move in the twists of her rival's aura in her mind. A second and Alexis snarled when Vera's eyes suddenly flashed, the two females shooting blasts of psychic force against each other.

Alexis growled as she was hit and slammed backwards, rolling up into the air until regain her control, flipping elegantly twice and landing on her feet without a sound. Vera was knocked backwards down towards the ground, the vehicles nearby being overturned like toys by the enormous blast of energy as the Doberman rolled heavily on the asphalt a few times before kick herself into the air and flip to a ready stance herself, this time upsizing further up to increase her strength and powers even more as she become bigger than even Killer.

The male liger himself scrambled for the plasma sabre as he got rid of the corpse of the Faceless. The wolf's katana bit at Killer's shoulder a gash even if the tiger twisted rapidly out of the way, and he growled in furious pain... but his hand was the first to close around the cylindrical handle of the plasma monstrosity.

The white tiger had little time to decide how to use it as Vulcan roared and come in another assault with the massive hammer, Killer roaring back in his deep, earth-shaking voice as he threw the sabre up. The weapon circled on itself with the strength of such launch and collided hard into the metallic sledgehammer of the giant: the plasma, as expected, cut across it like it was butter, drops of incandescent and melted metal dripping down as the sword all but passed from side to the side, cutting the hammer's head in two halfs that fell on the dam with booming thunders.

Killer grinned at that, then rapidly dodged as the wolf thrown a howl of rage into the air and tried to decapitate him from behind, the liger snarling and throwing his weight on the arms to kick backwards at joined feet. The blow was terrible, sending the much smaller wolf flying for several meters across the highway's lanes until he smashed with a howl of agony into the parapet of the dam.

The liger had no time to celebrate in anyway, anyhow. Vulcan swung hard down the long handle of what had once been the most massive warhammer of history, the enormous trunk of massive wood smashing into Killer as hard as a truck at full speed, knocking the liger skidding backwards on his back for several meters.

The white tiger spat blood and wiped a hand at his muzzle as he jumped back to his feet, growling lowly and flexing his powerful body as he raised Wyvern to meet another swung of the gigantic wooden club. This time, the trunk was chopped neatly in two by the crimson blade, and Killer punched squarely in the middle the heavy half of handle that Vulcan thrown at him, breaking it easily in two useless pieces of cracked wood.

While the elephant started throwing cars and even a bus against Killer, engaging a battle of brutal strength against the smaller but amazingly powerful liger, Alexis panted lightly, rubbing idly at a bleeding wound in her forearm, her grin still cresting her lips as she kept under control the now-massive Vera, bleeding as well from several minor wounds. A traded glare, and both females leapt up once more in the air, blasts of psychic force clashing with rumbles of thunder in midair even before their swords become to slash against each other, sapphire and dark blue auras fading in existence with thunders and crackling electricity around them every now and then, when the blows were extra hard.

Killer occasionally flashed shocked glances in the direction of the two females, his eyes fatiguing to keep track of their moves as their forms faded with the obscene speed of their movements, his mind struggling to accept the idea that the show of agility he was seeing was real. Struggling to accept they could spend so much time floating in the air exchanging blows, especially.

Alexis slashed her blue blade downwards on Vera, who rose her own sword and held it as shield over her form, kicking upwards her joined feet as the two females sailed into the air... the white tigress, anyhow, made strength on the handle of Blue Vixen and flipped forwards, past Vera, twisting on herself and trying to hit the Doberman with a vicious hook kick.

The Suicide-Maker parried that with her arm, then both females touched the land for a second at the most, the time to kick off the ground and leap at each other again as Vera reached what had to be at least twenty-four feet of height as she slashed her sword in a vicious slash to the right, propelling her attack with both hands.

Alexis snarled as she rose Blue Vixen in opposition to the blow, the sheer strength of the slash slamming the tigress backwards towards the side of an abandoned truck... and before smash into it, Alexis flipped on herself and landed with her feet against the wall of the truck, kicking off forwards again immediately in a fluid move.

Her first slash missed as Vera leapt backwards, so the tigress idly slammed a foot into the roof of an abandoned car, rising in another assault and all but running on the flank of a van to cross her sword with the Doberman's. Vera leapt away with a flip in midair, anyhow, and thrown a blast of dark blue, burning force that Alexis missed twisting out of the way with a handspring in perfect time, the massive psychic blow all but overturning the truck and making it fall into the lake after smashing across the thick parapet.

Vulcan, in the meanwhile, easily lifted a truck with his enormous arms, roaring as he threw it at Killer with frightening power, the massive vehicle hissing in the air like a projectile as Killer leapt up and readied Wyvern to strike at the elephant.

The liger snarled as the truck invaded his route instead, quickly hammering his enormous sword into the vehicle and cutting it in half neatly... and as he sailed in the air between the two parts, he thrown Wyvern into the air and reached his hands out to both sides, snagging the torn metal of the two ends of the truck before pull both hard forwards with a roar and shooting both pieces at Vulcan.

The elephant looked horrified of this, rising his massive arms in defence before the first half hit him in the chest, making him stumble backwards and release howls of agony as air whooshed from his enormous lugs... and the second end, with the engine, come smearing around it a cloud of fuel.

Vulcan's eyes widened as he saw that, and then bulged as he caught sight of Alexis drawing out her Desert Storm and firing a round up even if she was turned the other side, facing Vera in midair.

The tigress don't missed, the burning bullet setting the fuel on fire and causing an explosion of flames and burning wrecks, just like a Vulcan-sized grenade. The elephant fell backwards heavily as a landslide, most of his upper body burned in someway, plasters of fuel on his silk still burning as he forced himself back to his feet with a crazy expression of rage as he stomped his enormous feet down to try and destroy Killer as he charged, but the liger jumping up into the air and landing on his chest.

Killer lashed out a end-game fist of his own, which smashed into the elephant's face, cracking his jaws to dust and breaking in pieces a long fang, Vulcan shrieking in agony and despair now as he reached up his huge hands to try and crush Killer... But the liger smiled coldly.

"Until there will be guys like me, the ones like you will always be eaten. In a way or another." Killer growled as he slashed Wyvern at neck level, neatly chopping the throat of the giant and severing off his enormous head, the colossal hands that had been near to hit him falling back down on the street with rumble of thunders as the colossal warrior laid dead, huge quantities of dark blood pouring on the asphalt as he stood on the corpse with a grin, resting the bloody, enormous blade of Wyvern on his shoulder.

"It really looks like bucks on you are well bet." Vera's amused voice came, making him turn around to see her straddling her bike, once more back at her normal sizes. "Thanks for leaving me something to have a hope in." She added, winking a bit.

Alexis glared at her from the top of a nearby overturned vehicle, aiming Blue Vixen at her. "Come back fighting, bitch." The tigress commanded sharply... but Vera smiled and turned on the engine.

"I'd like too, slut. But not today." She countered, rearing up her powerful bike as she started down the road and pointed a finger towards approaching choppers. "You'll not be alone very long anyway. Your friends are coming. Not that you need anyone else apart yourselves to have fun, anyway..."

Alexis snorted and stared at the rapidly going away Vera with a half-snarl, half-grin, Killer looking confused as he approached his beloved wife. "Why don't you shot her...? We lost her again." He asked softly, reaching up a hand to comb a rebel tuft of her golden hair.

"She'll find us anyway... and I want her in duel, not because I shot her in the knee or something." Alexis answered calmly, looking in the distance as Vera rapidly vanished down the highway. "Besides, you know... I fear she may become my first missed shot, if I try hitting her." Alexis added with a grin as she turned up to the huge male. Killer grinned himself, nodding.

"I guess it's a reasonable fear." He agreed playfully, well knowing the incredible abilities of Vera by now... And Alexis walked close to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and grinding loosely against his form as she licked her lips.

"Some victory celebrations wouldn't be out of place, right here and now..." She teasingly suggested, making him grin and squeeze one of her hips softly as he murred a bit in appreciation... but then her eyes opened wide in a perception of danger... That he shared or probably even felt more clearly for once.

He turned immediately, just to see the wolf running towards them in the middle of the road, katana rose over his head and ready to viciously strike.

Killer walked two easy steps towards the furious, bleeding and stubborn samurai, standing in the middle of the road and sinking Wyvern in the asphalt, rising his fists.

When the wolf slashed his sword, aiming at Killer's muzzle, the liger simply tilted his head to the side, the blade sailing past innocently while the samurai was hit by a fist at the abdomen that all but bent his body in two.

The wolf insisted, trying another slash, but the male liger avoided the attack with as much ease... instead knocking the rival down with a hard kick.

"Stop playing with someone that's in a superior league, you moron. I know you aren't of the NWOA in reality, I won't mind your chase for glory. Go away, you'll have your life saved." Killer exclaimed, surprised once more by the viciousness and the hate the wolf seemed to posses.

"I've no life!" The wolf howled, jumping back to his feet and throwing a barrage of fast slashes of his long blade against the muscular warrior as tears streaked down his bloody cheeks. Killer, anyhow, twisted his body out of the way of every single slash with enchanting ease. It was a fast and perfect attack... but Alexis's ones were much faster by far, and the male liger was by now used to such kind of threats, that all but made natural avoid slower ones.

Alexis stared with a slight grin from her position a few feet to the side, arms crossed as she looked to the wolf distastefully. "And what do you have, then...?" She asked coldly.

"Nothing!" The wolf snarled, leaping forwards agilely to try and sink his long blade in Killer's neck, but the huge male liger slapped to the side the blade with an idle blow of his hand against the sword's flat, reaching up a hand to crash in the windpipe of the smaller warrior, neatly lifting him up from the ground with a hand clutching around the neck.

"Then go back to your nothingness. Stop harassing me, kid." Killer growled deeply, eyes cold in threat as he leaned closer to the wolf's muzzle, Nameless crying and chocking noisily as his throat was crushed and his body lifted effortlessly into the air.

His limbs trembled without any restrain and control as his lugs ached for oxygen, his hand failing holding the long katana, which clanged noisily on the roar as the rapidly weakening wolf reached both hands up to seize Killer's large wrist, trying to force him to release his throat but miserably failing at all as the wolf forced his teary eyes open to stare at the tiger.

Killer grimaced and let the smaller warrior fall from his hold, the wolf landing on his shaky feet and panting harshly before glare up back to the liger's eyes. "You killed my family in Newbury, you bastard! It's because of you that I'm nothing and I've nothing, neither a name!"

Killer's eyes opened wide in horror as he stared back to the wolf, thousands of memories of that bloody past whizzing in his eyes in a confused display of death and destruction as the huge liger amazingly moved an uncertain step backwards.

"You beat my father and my bigger brothers. Raped my mother to death in front of them... slaughtered all three shortly afterwards... and left me alive in my corner, left untouched the small cub." The wolf snarled, tears dripping from his eyes as he stood with more firmness. "Mine was the worst sentence... Sentence to live past that hell."

Killer turned away, giving him the shoulders in an instinctive movement as he bent his head forwards on his chest under the weight of the ghosts of the past, closing his own eyes to fight back tears of regret and desperation, fighting to clear his thoughts of those memories that still after years were so clear to seem happening all over again in front of his eyes. "I'm... I'm sorry..." He whispered, knowing well that words were useless, never as useless as in that precise moment, feeling on himself the worried glance of Alexis but feeling no relief in that as the wolf behind him howled in outraged rage and agony.

"You are sorry! YOU ARE SORRY! Like it meant something!" The wolf snarled, bending with the speed of a lightning to recover his katana, slashing it hard at the broad back of the enormous liger standing in front of him.

The wolf's growl of agony changed in an even deeper one as the liger absently rose a hand backwards and grasped the blade, blocking the long sword in its slash almost idly as the giant neither turned. Blood dripped down from the palm of the tiger's hand, forming a small streak that slowly rolled down the blade and a small puddle on the asphalt, but the terrible blade, incredibly, had barely managed to bit into the flesh of the giant, opening what could be almost defined a supersized paper cut, but nothing more... And the liger quietly twisted his hand, the long, sharp katana breaking in two useless parts like the blade was made of glass.

"I know it's meaningless... but I'm truly sorry." Killer slowly said, burning despair in his voice. "There's been a time of my life when for much less crime, I would have given you my life in payment... I'd still do... But I can't. Not anymore..." The liger's eyes opened to look lovingly over Alexis as she silently approached and hug him tight, rocking him gently in her hold as she sunk her face against his powerful chest. "I've too much to live for, by now... And as much as it's fair that I repay you in some way for all what you would have lived for yourself but that I stolen and destroyed, I cannot give up my life. I'm sorry. I'm not courageous enough to say goodbye to my beloved girl, to my precious sons..." Killer wrapped his arm around Alexis, his unwounded hand squeezing her gently against his body as she lightly kissed at his check, her hands massaging along his back soothingly. "I'm sorry." He concluded softly, shaking his head slowly.

The wolf stared at that with rage, surprise and outraged incredulity mixed in his eyes, lips trembling as they rose to show his fangs... but when he attacked again, Killer almost gently pushed out a hand and hit him at the chest, making him fall backwards helplessly on his back.

"Please, don't force me to kill you as well... I don't want to commit yet another crime."The liger said tiredly, walking away with Alexis pressing tight against his side as the two slowly approached the Aston Martin, the helicopters loaded with the Predators now flying low and fast over the lake, six attack helicopters hovering in circles hover the two ends of the bridge-dam to ensure the safety of the area, one already engaging a few terrorists that were still trying to assault the administrative building... but Nameless, at least, had chosen to continue his life, and had vanished.