Destroyed Beach

66 leaps onto the beach, her P90 in hand she sweeps it one handed to her right. Nothing there. She begins to strafe to her left, swinging her right arm over to join with her left she grabs the assault weapon with both hands and continues up the beach. A few of Catherine's men appear from under the rubble ready to fire but she immediately is able to dispatch of the three injured soldiers with incredible ease; her silenced SMG puffing out lead armor piercing rounds into the heads of each of them. She pauses and hunkers down into a crouch, holding the side of her helmet. Even with an ever darkening midnight blue sky, she has no need for thermal vision; what she is doing is looking through a HUD map of an over head view of the beach she was patrolling. She could pin point six other injured targets needed to be killed and two were to her far left, more inland to this ruined beach face. She cocks her head into the direction and brings up her P90 again and ready to continue with this secondary mission.

Standing a little offshore upon the surf, towards the right of 66, Edgar materialised, standing upon the water itself, the gentle waves lapping at the soles of his armored boots.

The energy surge of his arrival would have seized the HUD in static for a few moments on 66's display, but it would clear, to reveal a lifesign that was not there before, clear and true.

Edgar himself gazed out into the endless sea. His heart wanted to help his former comerade, but his mind forbade it. 'They have to take care of themselves now... They don't trust me anymore... They don't need me anymore' Edgar thought.

He stood, impassive, like a mountain, emotionless, unmoving, unyielding against the breaking of the world around him, but inside, he twitched every time he felt another life snuff out... But every renewed burst of outrage was squashed by the cold indifferent logic he had to adopt. He had fired a shot that intended to end the worlds greatest threat, instead his shot destroyed millions of lives.... he could no longer help humanity as he once did...

The man's back then erupts with the low impacting but penetrating 5.7x28mm armor piercing rounds. When 66's HUD head been dispersed with static, she had found this anomaly rather disturbing. A blip on her HUD map suddenly indicating a new target that was to her right; impossible since she had seen nothing when coming up the island's coast.

She looked at the man and raised her brows under her helmet. "He's not falling down..." she thought. Crouching down she aims the gun again, the little red bead of her laser sight floating around his upper back now and then she pulled the trigger. Silenced rounds again fired from a medium range though this time they slam through his upper back region, and passing through the armor of his coat and into his flesh.

Edgar seemed oblivious to the armor penetrating rounds of the P90 Assault Weapon System. Infact, he did not move a milimeter from the impact.

His head turned slightly towards her, she could not see his face still, and even if he looked directly at her, she could not see all of his face, it was shadowed by the wide brimmed black hat he wore.

"Do not waste your energy and ammunition on me, little one... I am not your target, nor can you fell me with such weapons..." came the deep bass of his voice.

"Hrmf..." grunted the woman under the mask, her tone although light sounded heavier and thicker due to her ventilation system. She finishes the mag and ejects it slamming in a fresh one. "Orders are orders. I have to eliminate all threats on this beach." she stated emotionless. She advances towards him with her weapon trained on him, even if she could not see his face, she knew he could not see hers from her mask. "Everything dies. It's a matter of time till you do." she says firing her gun at his back again.

This time, the bullets stopped, mid motion, in mid air, less than 3 feet from Edgar, and hovered, silently.

"And how, pray tell, does one classify a threat if one does not know whom or what her target is?" Edgar asked, more rhetorically than anything else.

"it seems you have not been trained to identify targets before firing your weapon... Unprofessional!" Edgar stated, more flatly and coldly than any normal man. And to accompany his exclamation, a small magnetic shockwave threw the airborn bullets into every direction.

"Ocelot must be pinning for less than adequately trained troops these days..." he added, more to himself than 66.

66 dropped on all fours with her chest onto the beach, bullets whizzing past her head. With a certain elegance she rolled forwards and was back onto her feet again sprinting towards the tall man. Whoever he was, it was clear that he had some special skills quite like her boss. She then jumps into the air, swinging her right leg at his head, her body's power enhanced further due to the suit she wore.

When 66's foot struck home, Edgar remained unmoving. His head didn't even tilt from the impact.

However, immediately following, his left arm moved like greased lightlning, and his huge hand seized her outstreched limb by the shin. And with a seemingly mighty heave, he threw the haven trooper towards the sea.

"Your bothering me... You don't want to bother me, kid..."

The acrobatic woman curls inward and rolls in the air, controlling her fall as she landed in thigh high water. She grew agitated, raising her p90 and fired a torrent of armor piercing rounds into the man's back.

"Insufficient!" roared Edgar, as he quickly raised his right hand towards 66, and fired a far more powerful bolt of energy, which collided - and consumed the bullets, before proceeding towards his opponent.