Shadow Base

Delshyk caught the gun in one hand, keeping a sword in the other hand as he shot, stabbed, and sliced, clearing a way through the enemy. he nodded his thanx at Aya as she took a few bullets for him, but as he looked around, he realized they were outnumbered. when he turned to slash an enemy, he yelled out in pain as shotgun shells tore into his side. he coughed out blood as it reopened his previous wound, but he threw his sword at the gunner, burying it to the hilt in his chest. Delshyk stood, since the force of the bullets threw him to the ground, and continued cutting through the opposition. he took out an automatic pistol and ran a line through the midfle, holding his arms to the side and firing as he ran down. his unit hopped down, taking out more soldiers from the Wolf clan.

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Delshyk took her hand and nodded, coughing blood as the crimson liquid dripped from his mouth. "I'm fine. come on, we have to secure this room." he reloaded his guns and growled as he jumped in the middle of the Wolf clan mass, unleashing hundreds of bullets into the heart of the group. he turned as his fingers jammed the triggers down, grunting in pain as he was smashed across the back by a rifle. he turned and shot him with the knife hidden in his sleeve. the more injuries he sustained, the more agressively he fought. as it was now, there was a huge chance he would die of blood loss. he wasn't covering the wounds, instead focusing completly on the fighting. when his pistol clicked out it's last shots, he threw it at the head of an enemy soldier. he was down to his rifle now. his finger never let the trigger up, even when he was shot in the leg, forcing him to kneel down on his left. he grunted again, but kept fighting. he shouted out orders, and now the soldiers fought with added ferocity at the sight of their bloody, wounded leader fighting against the numerous enemies, alone in the middle. blood dripped steadily from his mouth now, dripping from his chin. he wrapped an arm around his torso and stood, limping through the middle, throwing knives when his rifle ran out of ammo. he hit every target with unhuman accuracy, his eyes sharp as he threw countless knives at lightning speeds, creating a stream of them. the Wolf soldiers were running now, pulling a full retreat as Delshyk's troops fired on them, continuosly bringing more down. finally, the room was empty, and medics swarmed around delshyk. he was carried to the roof on a stretcher, his arm, which was covered in holes, hanging off the side. the soldiers followed as HQ radioed that they were pulling out of the mission. Jack was right next to Delshyk, taking out medicine as he started treating his wounds. they got on a completly empty heli. the heli was the only one that hadnt taken off.

Delshyk made Aya drink some of the drug from the bottle, and sat her down next to him. "Aya, never do that again. Acting out of pity is the worst thing you could do, but thank you for saving my life." he looked away as he started to flip another knife around his finger, keeping it in constant motion. The medics simply stared in wonder, but quickly looked away. delshyk chuckled as Jack went to go sit by the open side of the helicopter. He looked down as the ground rushed by. The ride was quiet, like on the way to the mission area. Delshyk put his knife back and stood up, stretching.

Jack put the bottle in one of his pockets and continued to look out at the landscape. Delshyk stood, grabbed his rifle, and went to the other side. the pilot called out the final five minutes. during the whole flight, almost no one had spoken. No one made a sound the entire time, as each soldier was deeply lost in thought, either thinking of home, family, friends, or women.

delshyk noticed her movements, and her blushing. Jack chuckled at her, and delshyk simply went back to staring at the passing landscape. the time he was here, he had built up walls, to block all things living, and nonliving, from getting into his emotions. they were shaking now as he saw this girl, blushing. he flipped his knife around his finger again before taking out a lighter and setting the blade on fire, making it a flaming circle around his finger.

Jack chuckled again and nudged Delshyk. "I think she likes you." he whispered in his ear. Delshyk grunted and blushed as some hair fell over his face, making him look somewhat normal. he may have been a soldier, but he was really just a strange boy who had a hard time talking to people. even though this was his true nature, no one knew except for Jack, and his sister, kyshek. he kept his eyes on the blurred land, the knife still spinning around his finger. soon, it was spinning around his entire hand. Delshyk was obsessed with fire for some reason. he thought it was beatiful. he was what people would call a pyro. he glanced up at Aya, still blushing deeply, his big blue eyes wandering over her body.

Jack whispered in his ear again and Delshyk went wide-eyed. "Me, talking to something like her?" he gestured to Aya. "Nah, i may be a commander, but she's way out of my league. I mean, damn dude. look at her." Jack looked into delshyk's eyes. "We need to work on your self-confidence. something tells me she isn't as cold as she seems." Delshyk sighed. "The coldness doesnt bother me much. it's the fact that she is breaking through my walls. i've never met someone who could do that, and honestly, im afraid of what might happen if i tell her my feelings. there's a reason i have those walls up Jack." he nodded. "Yes, but maybe there is a reason she's able to break them down." Jack tapped Delshyk's head and sighed, looking at the landscape as delshyk twirled his knife. he stared at the fire, entranced by it's movements, it's colors. the fire seemed to dance across the metal.
"ETA 1 MINUTE!" the pilot called out. delshyk put the fire out and put the knife away. he'd have to clean it later. he looked back up at Aya and took a deep breath as he moved towards her. he was still blushing slightly, but he could also see she was blushing. she looked friendlier without her cold look. maybe Jack was right. damned insightful bastard.

Delshyk blushed the more he thought about this. it was bvious they were both nervous. Delshyk was blushing heavily now. "Uh, hi." he almost smacked himself in the forehead at the stupidity of what he just said. "Sorry, it's just Jack told me to come over and talk to you, and i have no idea what to say. i'm new to this kinda thing, ya know? all i've ever felt is sadness, and the rush of fighting. i have no idea whether what i'm feeling now is happiness, but Jack said there is something special about you and i agree because you're breaking down the walls that guarded my heart." he sighed, certain she was going to call him a freak and slap him for bluurting out his feelings like that. he mentally kicked himself, feeling dumb a blushing deeper.

delshyk hugged her back, suddenly overwhelmed. he was blushing deeply now, since he had never been hugged before. it felt strange, but it felt good. he pulled back as she talked about him kicking her out. "Why would i do that? you're a good soldier." Jack started laughing and delshyk backed away, face red with embarrasment. "I-im sorry."

by now, Jack was laughing so hard he was crying. Delshyk was looking at his feet, then he sat down and threw a shoe at Jack, smacking him in the face. "Ow!" delshyk chuckled as Jack grabbed the shoe and threw it back. soon, shoes were flying everywhere, and some even went out of the chopper. everyone was laughing, and soon, they landed. everyone filed out of the heli and delshyk hopped out, landing on his hands as his tattered armor hang loosely around his body. Jack threw a shoe at him, knocking the commander over on his back.

delshyk got up and jogged to his room. all the soldiers were tired, and even though it was the afternoon, he called in for lights out. soon, the once busy complex was quiet as all the soldiers quickly fell asleep. delshyk was getting ready to sleep when he heard the door creak open slowly. he took out a pistol and aimed, ready to fire.

delshyk opened the door slowly, pistol aimed and ready. when he saw it was Aya, he blushed and looked down, putting the pistol away. "Hello Aya. what do you need?" since he normally slept with no shirt, his chest was exposed, which made his blush deepen. he went back to his bed and sat down, continuing to get his stuff ready for bed.

he felt awkward standing there with no shirt on, and he was blushing as she told him her feelings. he looked her in the eyes. "I'm just as confused as you are. i've had these walls up for so long, i don't know what this feeling is. i don't know how to deal with it. and i wont punch you again. i dont like hitting women." he looked out the window as he sat on the bed. the curtains were closed, so it was dark in the room. delshyk couldnt really see in the dark. he put his head on what he thought was a pillow, but was really Aya's lap. "Im sorry i couldnt help much." he was unaware his head wasn't on the pillow.