The agent was focused on Wolf. Angel forced himself up, and looked across. He'd pulled them away. His wings flared open, and he flew across the distance. Then kicked the agent straight and solidly in the middle of the back, smashing him towards Wolf.

OOC: TAG TEAM!

BIC: Wolf saw Angel smash Brown right at him. He merely sidestepped, unslung his M16, and hit Brown in the side of the head, knocking him to the ground. He kicked the agent in the ribs as he tried to stand, causing Brown to writhe in pain.

"So..." Wolf said angrily, "You wanna make threats? Huh? You wanna fuck with me? Okay!" he leveled the M16 at Brown, who was now on one knee and trying to get his Desert Eagle "SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!"

Wolf unloaded the entire clip into Brown's wounded form, perforating the agent. Even though he would've died from only a couple shots, the trigger-happy and kill-frenzied Wolf was too pissed off to let up on the trigger. Brown twitched and flew through the air as the bullets tore him up.

As the clip ran out and the gunfire was replaced by rapid clicks, Wolf relaxed a little. He looked over at Angel while he reloaded the rifle. "I guess this makes us even." he said.

OOC: I'll admit I wanted to integrate that line into this somewhere...

Angel grabbed his sword, and managed to get is sheathed. "It does indeed. Thanks for coming and saving my ass."

Jade glared at Coyote before getting up and leaving the trailor. The second she had opened the door, she was flung outside into the middle of the battle field. She saw Wolf and Angel fighting the Agents, and Wraith covering a downed...Monk? She wanted to help him, but she knew that she had to help Wolf. She turned to see Wolf nod towards her and then to Monk. "Go help him! We've got things covered." She nodded back and ran towards Wraith. "Watch my body for me. If the agents can get in to his brain through that chip, so can I...and no funny business with my body!" She typed in a few commands into her PDAP and took and connected her node to Monk's. Instantly, she was transported into some kind of training dojo. The place wa pretty torn up and Jade could make out three candles in the distance. She then saw Monk and the Agents fighting. Monk, to her horror, was covered in blood and had just been thrown into the wall. She ran over to him and knelt down. "What are you doing here? I told you not to come. God, I can't lose you now."

Monk looked weakily at her face, "What the heck is this? Open Mic night? Everyone into Monk's brain!? Get out! I can't take on three people... at... once..." His eyes focused a little bit more, even through the sweat and blood forming, "J... Jade?" He shook his head, "I had to come... I had to help you. I just had to, but don't worry, I trained before I came..."

"Good... now we can take on both at once."

"This love really is a foolish thing."

Monk stood up, even though there was nothing left to his candle. "Love... is what is going to win this battle for me..." He looked at Jade, "For us..." He could feel darkness come over him again, but he fought that off too.

OOC: Hey...Beowulf was there too...just a reminder...

BIC: Beowulf watched as Jade connected into Monk's mind. Godspeed Jade, you may be his only hope. he thought as he realized he now needed to cover two bodies...not just one. As if on cue, a platoon of Mastermind's soldiers charged at his position. Howling in anger, Beowulf unleashed a metal storm of slugs with his M16, cutting them down. Nearby, Wraith provided fire support

I hope they finish up in there soon...I can't hold this area forever.

He activated his radio link to Wolf. "Shit's hitting the fan here...could use your help. Jade's entered Monk's mind in an effort to help him. Mastermind's troops are coming head on."

***

Wolf got the message. He turned to Angel. "Beowulf and Wraith are covering a comatose Monk and Jade. They're fighting two agents inside Monk's mind. We can't get in there...we just have to hold off the threats out here."

Wolf started running towards Monk's position, .45s drawn and ready.

Angel flew up, and started flying above Wolf.

"So, I'll go up close and personal, and try to mix it up. You cover?"

Coyote heaved into a bag. Little green 0s and 1s coming out of his mouth. "If Jade get's any more saccharine I'm going to shoot myself."

Bullets fire forth from multiple gun barrels, rocketing through the air and hissing through a cloud of mist, passing through Wraith harmlessly. He falls back to the ground, spinning on a horizontal axis and landing on his feet, where he falls to one knee and sweeps in a semi-circle, throwing out his right arm in a wide arc. In his arm he holds an Uzi, trigger firmly held as he mows down an easy seven troops with his automatic gunfire. He watches them all fall with a satisfied grin on his face and still smiles even when his magazine runs out.

His attack lasts all of two seconds before he has to reassume ghost form to avoid the next round of gunfire from the platoon he'd just attacked, jumping away and back flipping behind a pile of formless debris. There he ducks and reloads, cocking his gun and glancing around with a wide grin on his face; it's been a long time since he's had this much fun. He watches out ahead of him as Beowulf continues to cover Monk and Jade and takes an offhand pot shot at a soldier coming up behind him. He's about to jump over the debris again and begin attacking, but pauses for a moment and checks himself, then draws out a grenade and tosses it over the wall at the platoon. He counts off two second and then leaps, going ghost again in mid-air just when it explodes, throwing dirt and debris into the air in all directions. The only thing visible against the ball of flame is Wraith's shape as he descends on the platoon.

Scattered and confused, they stumble about firing aimlessly, and Wraith has only to walk through them shooting down a soldier here and another there. He rounds a corner and steps into a trench dug out by mortar fire, where he finds a soldier trying desperately to reload his weapon. The man looks up at him at the sound of his footsteps, startled. He tries to raise his gun to shoot Wraith but is shot in the head before he can do anything.

An empty magazine slides and clatters on the ground, and Wraith pauses to reload his gun once again, but jumps back when a bullet slams into the barrel, knocking it away. He shoots a glance to his right, where he sees a soldier aiming at him with one arm while waving his other arm, signaling his buddies to come near. Wraith turns and runs away, swaying left and right and staying behind debris as bullets ricochet and slam into objects all around him, leaving small pockmarks in the metals and woods and earths.

He leaps over a low wall only to find three more soldiers waiting for him, guns drawn as they fire at one of Coyote's troops nearby. They're every bit as startled as he and try to fire at him, but he descends on them too quickly, landing on top of one and pinning him on the ground. In one smooth motion he reaches into his coat and flings two knives out, killing the other two men by stabbings in their throats, then turns back on the one beneath him. He reaches into his coat as the man tries to raise his gun to him, removing another knife and stabbing him in his chest just before he can pull the trigger... the gun barrel pointed between his eyes.

He snatches the gun from his hands immediately and rises, but he hardly has time to check the chamber and clip when a bullet hits the earth next to him. He spins around to look at the soldiers from earlier crest the low wall and charge, guns blazing. A hailstorm of bullets rains down all around him, and he takes the only option he can think of: he returns to ghost form and sinks through the earth, disappearing into the soil. The soldiers rush over to the spot and search the ground, bewildered. They mull about for a moment, not even noticing the misty figure rising from the earth behind him. He floats back up above ground slowly, staying silent even as he readies his gun, and in one sweep he fires and kills all four of them in an instant.

He grins and nods his head, his shades catching a glimpse of light... then a glimpse of a platoon rising over the hill in front of him. His smile turns into a frown as he watches them walk towards him, part of a counterstrike force that was being held in reserve. The leader looks up at him and raises his hand, signaling a stop. They all stare off for a long moment, watching sweat roll from the brows of the other team... then the leader says two single words in a flat voice. "Kill him."

The men all rush forward, shouting some kind of war cry and blindly charging, some drawing knives and others drawing swords. Wraith considers swearing for a second, but instead tenses his muscles and waits until the first one gets close.

He watches him rush, screaming bloody murder, then ducks and extends a leg, spinning. The man trips easily on the outstretched foot and falls on his back, dropping his katana right into Wraith's waiting hand, who catches it behind his back as he rises to his feet again. He then brings the katana around and makes a few motions with it, then deflects the blows of the man charging at him now, parrying four quick thrusts before stepping forward and past the man, chopping him in the back of his head with his left arm.

The next comes at him with his gun's bayonet, raising it high over his head with a grunt. Wraith simply falls to one knee and impales him on his katana, then rises up again and removes the sword as he pushes the body to the ground, attacking the next man coming at him. They trade a few parries, Wraith falling back as the platoon presses forward. The other man snarls and grins wickedly, feeling confident, while Wraith deflects a lunge and then catches the man's arm, holding their swords in a lock. They stare off for a split second, then Wraith looks beyond him to see the rest of the men getting ever closer and hisses through his teeth.

He glances back at him and kicks him in his stomach, pushing him backwards into the mob pressing forward. They catch him and start to fall themselves, then start screaming and dropping as Wraith takes the submachine gun he'd recently "borrowed" and firing it into the crowd. He unloads the entire magazine in a hurry and listens to it click and slide from the stock, also watching the men start arming their own firearms to fire back at him. He narrows his eyes and throws his gun aside, then charges straight into the crowd and dives right in, assuming his ghost form again and passing through most of the front part.

Confused and angry, they fire blankly into the air, hitting only air and mist, then stand back as he lands in the center of them all. Immediately they jump him, punching and kicking away. He catches the first arm that comes at him and kicks the man in his face, then looks backwards and delivers a high standing kick to the man's face behind him. He stands back up and looks back to his front in time to see a roundhouse aimed at his head coming at him. He ducks and does another leg sweep, knocking the man off his feet and rising up again, tossing another knife from his sleeve at the man now charging at him.

He looks down at the handle sticking from his chest and stumbles backwards, to be caught by one of his comrades and die, and be replaced by yet another man who brandishes a knife at Wraith menacingly. Wraith wastes no time in locking his katana with his knife and then kicking him in his chest, knocking him back into the ring surrounding them. He stands back and cuts a few arcs in the air with his katana, showing off... and that's when a whole six of them rush him at once. He watches them all come out at him, seeing the four in front and hearing the two behind him, and thinks quickly. They move three steps and try to grab him all at once, when he jumps in the air and starts running in a circle, using each of their chests as stepping stones.

He runs around in a small circle like this, swinging his katana around in short cuts and swings, and then jumps off one of the men's chests and back flips away, landing on one knee and watching as they all stagger and fall, bleeding from slit throats. He smiles widely at his accomplishment and watches as another wave of them charges at him, waving guns, knives, and various bladed weapons. He doesn't even blink an eye and reaches into his coat, tossing knife after knife in fast and furious procession, dropping seven of them in seconds.

They all fall to the ground with knives sticking from their chests, making some of the men trip and fall also, but a few of them leap over the bodies and cock their guns' firing hammers. Wraith raises to his feet again just as several handguns fire shots at him, and in defense he swings his katana and assumes ghost form again. The katana catches a few bullets and sends them ricocheting back into the forehead of at least two other men, while the rest pass harmlessly his mist. Deciding to try something different, however, he comes back from his ghost form and spins in a tight circle, slashing the necks of the two men standing behind him and pulling a pistol from his coat at the same time. The other men keep firing, but most shots miss or glance from his katana, and he fires the pistol rapidly, dropping another four men in seconds before leaping at them and going ghost again. They fire their guns in the air at him, trying unsuccessfully to shoot his flying ethereal body. One of them hears and feels a quiet thump against his foot, however, and glances down.

The grenade stops rolling at his feet, its pin gone. He blanches and spins around, starting to shout something to the rest of his men... when the grenade blows, killing all eight of the men left standing. Those who weren't blown to bits by the explosion died from the shrapnel, except for Wraith, who floats to the ground again and becomes solid. He stands for a long moment and examines his handiwork, panting hard and feeling slightly woozy. A drop of blood falls on his boot, and he looks at himself to see bullet holes in both of his shoulders, one in his left bicep, and two in his left thigh. Another streak of blood is on his stomach, but it's just a scrape where a bullet ricocheting from his katana had grazed him.

He falls to one knee and supports his weight with his katana, closing his eyes and breathing hard in front of the flames.

"Giving up?"

He lifts his head to the man who had spoken, first hearing his footsteps before seeing his face. He glances over him, noting his uniform and appearance. "Not quite."

The commander chuckles and stops walking, now standing across from in the body pile. He looks around and nods his head, impressed. "Very good, soldier."

He then looks at Wraith coldly, and cocks his head as he asks, "Now would you like to try that on a real warrior?"

Wraith stares at him for a long moment, then rises to his feet, straining over his aching body. "I thought -- guys like you -- hid behind your troops and told them to do your dirty work?"

The commander smirks. "Sometimes we just have to get the job done ourselves."

And with that, the fight is on. The commander pulls out a katana and charges, his blade meeting Wraith's. They trade parries and lunges, but the commander has the clear advantage, being fresh and undamaged. He starts pushing Wraith back and succeeds in throwing him off balance when he corners him against a wall, where he starts to falter and deflect blows with less strength. He smirks again and draws back for a lunge, but when he leans forward to impale Wraith all he gets is stone as he drives his katana into the wall. Wraith sidesteps out of the way and takes the opportunity to punch him in his face and roundhouse him in his chest.

The commander stumbles back and away from his sword, but when Wraith swings his katana around to slice at his chest, he spins and kicks it away, hearing it clatter on the ground some distance off. Wraith starts to stagger tiredly, and reels from the uppercut the commander gives him. Unable to recover from that blow, he can only stagger back and block his punches feebly, taking a hook or a jab or an uppercut on the chin here and there. He tries to swing back at one point, but the commander ducks and rushes him, grabbing him around his waist and lifting him up in the air.

Wraith can only hold on as the commander starts running towards a statue, then lets Wraith go and watches him fly off and slam into the stone base, crying out weakly and crumpling to the ground. The commander grins and walks over, and with a grunt he lifts him in his arms again and proceeds to ram him into the statue base over and over, five times in all before he lets go and lets him fall down. He watches him roll around pathetically, clutching at his bleeding and bruised torso, and gestures with his arms. "C'mon... get up! Get up!"

Wraith stands on his knees and grasps his shirt feebly, trying to get back on his feet. The commander reaches down and grabs onto his coat, tearing it off and throwing it away, then does the same with his shirt, exposing his battered chest to the chilly air. "How tough are ya without your weapons, huh?"

He then hammers a clenched fist into Wraith's back repeatedly, beating him down to the ground slowly, and mercilessly. Wraith glances over to his clothes and winces as he has another fist driven into his back, then rises to his feet suddenly, growling. He wraps his arms around the commander's waist and lifts, running blindly forward and building his growl up to a full-out yell. The commander continues to beat on his back as he charges, while Wraith just sucks it up and keeps running, building up speed and staring straight at his destination: another statue some ways off, identical to the one just used against him.

He keeps running straight towards it and doesn't let go as he rams the commander's back into it, then steps back and repeats over and over, the commander groaning each time until he finally lets go and falls to the ground. Wraith falls to his knees beside him and punches away at his face, slamming his temples as hard as he can with his right fist while holding his left arm against himself, unable to move it. The commander's face begins to bleed from cuts that Wraith opens up and his eyes start to glaze over, and in a blind rage Wraith just rubs his forearm into his face, pressing down hard and trying just to cause pain. Finally he lets go and punches twice more, then rears his fist back and waits to see if the commander moves, panting very heavily.

He doesn't.

He rises to his feet again slowly, painfully, and stares down at him, nodding. He turns and starts to walk away, heading for his clothes... then falls to his knees and stares off in the distance, eyes hazy. He watches Beowulf look over and give him an odd look, then waves at him through bleary eyes. "What's up?"

Then he flops down on his face and lies motionless, passed out.