Laz had made a phone call before he headed towards his bike in the parking lot after he exited the building. As it turned out, it was to a temp service that was set up by the city to get people to help out. Basically, the couldn't get employees into the various restaurants and entertainnt venues to take care of the crowds of people they were projecting would be coming. Prior to this event, it was just locals taking care of locals and there weren't any issues. But now, with millions of people set to enter the city for the event, they needed help. The ssage said they were closed now but to call back in the morning, a normal kind of business deal. At least the place sounded legit.
Of course Laz knew that the biggest factor was that ongoing issues within the city caused people to want to avoid areas where the rival associations were located. Even though they had been quiet as of late, there was no better ti for them to make a showing than at one of the worlds largest festivals.
Either way, none of this was really a concern for Laz as he was suppose to head south and now he had. He didn't really know what he was looking for or even how far south he was suppose to go. All he knew was that he had been taking it slow and keeping an ear out for a clue. This had been the first ti that he heard about sothing that might lead to what he was looking for.
Thinking that he would have to call again in the morning, Laz just shrugged it off and decided to head back to his motel. It was pretty late already.
Just as Laz had reached his bike though, it seed like so of the locals who had seen him throw down so money for the two brothers wanted to maybe ask him to cover their own bar tabs. As such, they had taken to following him as he was walking. Once he stopped though, they finally noticed the bike he had rode in on and started taking a liking to that.
"Hold up there friend. I just noticed what a sweet ride you have. I was just wondering if and my girl can take it out for a spin, eh? What do you say?" The biggest guy in front laughed while hugging a big breasted blonde who was standing next to him. She seed like she was acting shy and trying to smack his hand away, but that just made him squeeze her harder until she quieted down with a smile on her face. It almost looked like she was claiming her turf.
Laz couldn't help but laugh at just how ridiculous this situation was.
"Tell you what fatty, I'll let you take my baby out for a spin if you don't mind having a ride on that piece of ass," Laz responded back with a smirk while pointing at the girl he was holding.
The big man didn't seem to register what Laz said at first but as soon as he did, his face turned red while a vein in his forehead throbbed. It was clear that he was pissed now.
"You little fucking piece of shit. I'm going to slit yer god damn..."
"Hold up. Hold up. I take that back. I don't mind a ride with high miles, but this one was obviously not well taken care of. Forget I said anything. I prefer sothing on the clean side. Maybe next ti chubby." Laz couldn't help himself. It wasn't like he was trying to be an asshole, Laz had just gotten a bit more cynical and wasn't nearly as passive as he used to be. This change ca with him being on his own for the last six months. Not having anyone to talk to was not an easy way to live and it definitely caused so attitude issues.
Just as Laz was about to hop on to his bike, he felt a large hand grab on to his shoulder.
"I was only going to take your money and your bike before, but now I'm going rip yer god damn spine out through your back and beat you with it you little fucker."
The large man was obviously angry and he was going to let Laz off easy. But he had no idea exactly what he was dealing with.
The man had at least a foot on Laz, causing Laz to be much smaller than him in many ways. To the casual onlooker, it looked like it was going to be a fight between a grown man and a child, sothing these types of people loved to see. But he posed no threat to Laz who had been trained in martial arts. Even if his energy was still sealed, Laz wouldn't have had a problem.
But it was no longer sealed.
It had taken Laz a while to break down the grey smoke, but it was much quicker with the way the owl had given to him than what he was doing on his own. And the benefits were astounding. Before he had broken down the energy from the grey mist, his body could have been compared to a hard piece of seasoned leather. Stiff, durable, almost impossible to cut through while being semi bullet proof. Kind of like Kevlar. The dangerous bit was that while his skin and muscles were stronger, his inner organs and bones were still pretty normal, at least for an infected. They were much stronger than an ordinary human, but a large impact would still have proven fatal even if his skin remained intact.
But now, thanks to the strange grey mist, his entire body, from the inside out was like a hard stone, solid and durable. And thanks to the strengthening of his body, Laz felt like he was better able to control his inner energy, especially the black fla that was now free. Although it took a while, it seed to have grown quite a bit compared to how it was when he had first entered the foundation realm. Sadly though, his level was not able to advance. Looking at the base of the foundation, Laz knew that he was missing the second line of code to give him the power up that he needed.
Even though he had gotten stronger, he was now feeling stuck. The worst part about the whole thing was that Laz had no idea if this was even normal. It was maddening.
Laz had been able to use his energy for a few weeks now, but the last of the grey mist had only been burned up this morning. After being stifled for so long, feeling the separation of those he cared for one after another and all this after having been hunted like a beast, Laz's mood wasn't the best to begin with.
Fortunately, a few human punching bags had made their way to him to help him release so of his frustration. Laz was almost feeling like he would tear up at this gift. These big ugly brutes were truly like angels to his eyes right now..
Laz reached over to the hand that was sitting on his shoulder and squeezed, causing the man's arm to stiffen up like a board of wood. On top of that, Laz was able to push the entire man backwards using only the slight grip he had on his hand. The man had no choice but to move the way Laz wanted him to since if he had tried to fight it, it would have dislocated his shoulder.
"Ah. You know what? I was feeling pretty shitty before, but this night seems to have gotten better. You wanted my bike, right? And my life, eh? I hope you can afford it. The down paynt is huge."
Without waiting for an answer, Laz jerked his hand quickly, dislocating the large man's shoulder and kicked out, hitting him in the stomach, sending him flying backwards. The group was dead silent at this exchange, not knowing what had happened. By all rational reason, a guy Laz's size should not have been able to beat the big man so quickly.
"FUCK GOD!!! FUCK HIM UP YOU COCK LICKERS!" The man scread as he tried to get himself off the ground. Hearing his yelling, the others charged over, using bats, chains, knives and other various small weapons.
Laz barely flinched.
Ducking down, the bat swung over his head while his foot shot back, taking his attacker form behind in surprise and sending him off. Laz then ca up quickly, the back of his head hitting the bat swinger in the chin and causing his head to fly up, while his body dropped back like a board of wood. Laz then stepped to the side to avoid a knife stab while chopping down after having extended a foot to trip the attacker, causing him to fall on his own knife and stab himself in the stomach. Laz then proceeded to face the other attackers one or two at a ti. He never used big movents or even much effort, he just turned each of their attacks against themselves.
The guy with the pipe tried to swing it downward, Laz grabbed hold and redirected it, causing the guy to hit himself in the balls.
The idiot with the brass knuckles got to hit himself in the face.
Another knife user stabbed himself in the leg.
Of course, then ca the guy with the hand gun. He didn't seem to even give a shit when he pulled the trigger, only to find Laz had taken a step to the left. When he pulled it again, Laz again dodged, this ti taking a step to the right. Much to his horror, Laz seed unconcerned as he walked towards the man, dodging two more shots before he was close enough to touch the gun itself. With a simple downward push, the gun ended up on the guy's leg and this ti, Laz forced him to pull the trigger, causing him to shoot himself. Although the guy tried to jerk the gun at the last minute, he still shot himself in the foot. With another quick twist from Laz, the gun was now shoved into the guys crotch. Noticing this, he quickly looked up at Laz with pleading eyes while shaking his head no, only to see Laz smile at him and shake his head yes.
Bang.
The guy passed out from the stress without making a noise, so whether he had blown his own dick off wasn't known.
By the ti he was done, twelve n were laid out on the ground with various degrees of injury, however each of them was still alive. Laz was sorely tempted to kill them all, parts of him even desired to do so, but he held back. There was no sense in getting any attention on him at this mont, even if he was going to be leaving.
Sadly though, Laz felt rather depressed by the lack of a challenge.
'Guess maybe just regular humans aren't even worth my ti anymore. Pity there have been no demon beast attacks around here.' Laz could only shake his head with this thought before he had another.
'Am I starting to love violence or sothing?' It was a chilling thought.
As Laz got on his bike and kick started it, one of the younger looking girls made her way over to him.
"Hey. She might not be your type, but what about , baby? I promise you won't regret it." She looked at Laz while running her hand along his leather covered arm. Obviously she was already turned on by watching him fight earlier. He had seen it before.
"I might not regret it, but that doesn't an I would live long after. I can think of at least four girls who would kill if I took you up on that offer. But you obviously want sothing more than what's waiting here for you. So get the hell out of this town and never look back. If we ever et again, I'll buy you a drink and listen to your story," Laz promised her. He then put on his helt and started riding off.
"MY NA'S FAITH" She scread at the disappearing figure.
"LAZ," was the last thing she heard as he disappeared down the road.
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