[Closed] For a friend

[theonewhodied]

All his life, Naoi been powerless. He was human, not a particularly powerful or intimidating species as individuals. He was shorter and smaller built than most boys his age, he made up for it with learning to shoot. He had willingly forsaken his own identity, hoping to find meaning in his shallow existence, and failed. He made up for it by robbing others of their selves, if only temporarily, forcing them to play roles the way he did. There was nothing finer than the hypnosis he developed, no play thing more amusing and no weapon more powerful.

... but simply toying with people's minds and taking out the anger and rage he inherited on their bodies felt hollow and lacking.

He desired a more complete control. Individuals were no longer enough. If he could, he would love to possess a world of his own. He fancied himself a ruler, but what sad few subjects he had!

But, he was a mere boy, not an army unto himself. The strength to overcome that many at once was beyond him, even with hypnosis, he could not permanently win over so many. If he could only acquire a stronger body...

Yes, a strong body with a mind he could break down and rebuild to suit his needs!

Following that line of thought, he began searching for someone he could use...

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[double_edged]

The rest of that armour might be difficult to penetrate, but the unspoken order is still understood. Relinquish the grenades, and stick to physical force. Several would work out better, if an escape were to be attempted.

Moving away from the boy, the Lombax manages to dodge a few retailiating blasts, wrestling down one guard by brute force alone, before he moves to the next, then two more. The last is held as a hostage, pulled up against the General's chest with one arm, while the other is used to point the blaster at the remaining forces. Perhaps they would catch onto this repeated charade, but it was merely to buy time for his charge.

[theonewhodied]

What strength Naoi lacked, he made up for in speed and marksmanship. There would be no delay, as soon as he has his hostage, Naoi takes the risk and tears out into view, poised to shoot, but never following through. In the instant his eyes shift red, they fall prey to hypnosis.

Well, save for the one who caught on, whose eyes were trained further below and so missed Naoi's gaze entirely, deciding to shoot the hostage's leg. A hostage who cannot walk is worthless, so perhaps the line of thinking was simply to save his comrade by making his capture more trouble than it was worth.

Too bad four slipped under Naoi's control already.

[double_edged]

Desperation, if anything.

The single guard knew he was outnumbered - by his own, former, comrades, no less - and the Lombax doesn't do more than release the enthralled guard, knowing it was alright to let things simply fall into place. The others, the ones they have allied, all point their blasters at the cornered enemy, with the General keeping close for backup.

The injured comrade stumbles a little as he walks, but eventually, all the pawns are aligned, awaiting the incentive to shoot.

[Sorry for the delay! Classes. x3;;]

[theonewhodied]

"Kill him," Naoi delivered the order without even the smallest trace of mercy for the condemned, smirking.