Tanks were generally the first ones to burst through the action. They were also Alpha team, which meant they didn’t have to be all that discreet with their entrance. Onslaught and Backlash usually liked to go in with a bang. It rocked their opponents into confusion, and that’s when crazy, fun things started to happen.
Shots rang throughout the warehouse, and bits of wood were splintered off into the air as bullets ripped through the crates that were piled within the establishment. Most of the bullets were being deflected with the blades of his ko katana. They had been unsheathed the moment he stepped through the doors. Tng! Tng! Tng! Dual katana twirled effortlessly around his wrists, deflecting bullets back to their owner. A few collapsed onto the ground with a thud, but the sound was deafened by shouting, and spray of bullets.
“Cómo estás, mother fucker,” he shouted back at a Russian, as he drove the point of the blade through the man’s chest. The blade was yanked free, and let the spy fall onto his knees, and then flopped onto his side, dead.
There’s more people here than discussed, a panicked voice shouted in the back of his mind. “Well, thank you, Captain Obvious,” he barked out a growl. Something isn’t right, the voice in his mind, tickled at his brain. The voice was right, something was off.
He lurched forward as a bullet passed through his chest. His own was drawn from it’s holster, and a few metal slugs driving through a skull. It was a clean shot, the bullets exiting the back of their head. “Fuck,” a guttural sound bubbled into his throat. The bullet had yet to be pushed from his body, and the sting of pain seemed to linger longer than he’d remembered.
“Something is majorly fucked up here,” he was speaking into the communication device for team Alpha to hear. It was that moment of distraction, and dampened senses that a beast of a man came barreling through, and directly at Onslaught.
“Oh, this is gonna--!” The impact was comparable to a semi truck, and sent Onslaught’s body halfway across the warehouse. A stack of wooden pallets had stopped him, a few had fallen onto him, and disappeared from both visual, and verbal communication.