#stop MRVN violence

[thatonefunnyfella]

Give him his fucking Arc Tool back, you monsters!

[probablyspooky]

Untitled Revenant Project (Revenant x Fem!Reader) Part 8

Warnings: Violence, Language

Pairings: Revenant x Fem! Reader

Previous Next

Of course it started to rain harder, why wouldn't it? The umbrella Pathfinder was holding over you was trying its hardest to protect you from the harsh rain and winds that seemed to be beating down on you extra hard, but that wasn't the worst thing going on right now, you needed a rest, you were tired, your feet hurt, basic pregnant woman issues. (If this makes you upset do know I was pregnant once and this was literally me). Coming to the top of the wet slippery hill Pathy had led you on, you rested against a tree, not caring about the mud staining your clothes, your legs hurt, and your body hurt/

"Don't worry friend, we've only been walking 2 hours, were almost halfway there!" the cheerfulness in this voice was reassuring you weren't gonna die

"Thank you Pathfinder, but I really need to rest." you sighed, rubbing your calves.

"I understand," he said, the smiley face appearing on his chest, he stood above you keeping the umbrella above you in a nice attempt to keep you dry.

On the other side of the island, three friends were trying their hardest to catch up with you, clearly following the Pathfinder shaped footprints that seemed to trail directly behind your shoe prints.

After a quick rest, you looked up at Pathfinder.

"Where are we right now Pathy?" you asked, attempting to stand up.

"We're just a little before the storm catcher," he informed, helping you up with an arm.

"We'll we better get on our way then." you smiled taking a step, the worst step

Your footing slipped in the wet mud, and you began to slide down the hill fast down, taking hide speeds until you came to an abrupt stop at the bottom.

"Are you okay friend?" Pathfinder called out, also sliding down the hill towards you.

"Yeah I think I'm-"

The area you had slid on was a well that had formed due to the large rains coming down on the island right now. You fell deep into the ground of storm point, and with a splash landed 18 feet below into waist deep water.

"Friend? Are you hurt?" his voice box called down.

"Yeah! I think I'm fine, I didn't break anything." you shouted back.

"Okay! I'm going to come down and try to grapple us out!"

With that, you stepped back to the back wall, allowing Pathfinder to jump down with a much larger splash in the center of the hole.

"Alright! I'm gonna try and establish a zip line on that tree, and hopefully be able to pull us both up!" he said, putting his arm out to hold you close.

Once you were secured, Pathfinder launched his grapple to the tree that was visible from the bottom of the hole. With a couple tugs, Pathfinder began to reel the two of you up, but as soon as your feet left the pool of water, the tree fell, unable to hold onto the weight of itself, a pregnant woman, and a self powering super friendly robot.

The tree fell with a crash, the main trunk of the tree, covering the hole, allowing only a sliver of sky to be seen. The two of you fell back down with a splash, this time your whole head fell under the water.

You panicked for a short bit, until Pathfinder grabbed you by the arms and lifted you above his head, and held you on his shoulders.

"At least this way you will be dry!" he said cheerfully

"Thank you, but how are we going to get out?"

"Don't worry! When I downloaded the data from the computer, I also sent out my signal, so if I was in any danger I could just signal anyone nearby to tell them we're in danger!"

A steady tap stream of water began to pour back into the hole, the tree acting a dam, forcing all the water down into the hole.

"Can you do that now Pathy?" you whimpered, anxious at the thought of drowning to death.

"Already done! Don't worry! I don't have lungs, so I can hold you for a good bit before the water even reaches yours!"

Nearby 4 apex champions got the notification that the friendly MRVN bot was in trouble, and where there's Pathfinder, there's (y/n).

I want to say that an hour passed because I'm stupid and can't think of any other times, but to be quirky and unique, I'm gonna say 50 minutes passed.

Pathfinder only had his head above water at this point, and your knees and feet where underwater. You were beginning to get cold getting covered in water and the cold winds being blown into the hole you were in. You began to cry at the thought of never leaving this hole.

"I'm sorry friend,"

"It's okay Pathfinder, you were only trying to help...I just...I wish I could've seen Kaleb one last time before all of this. I've been in this new world for two months, and I only spoke to him once."

"Oh! Your husband! I grabbed this holo of him before we left, I was going to show you when we got somewhere safe, but I'll show you now."

Pathfinder reached behind his back, to unstick the holo from his leg (you know like a sticker), but during this motion, his heavy weight, and the already wet mud, he began to sink, and this sudden motion caused you to fall backwards, you raised your hand to brace your face from the water, but your hand never reached your face, in fact, you felt someone else cold metal hand grabbing yours.

You opened your eyes to meet the yellow orbs of Revenant's peering through the crack of the hole.

"Revenant?" you said

"Yeah yeah, are you okay? Shitty MRVN couldn't help a damn thing." he grunted, "Hey! MRVN! Get your damn balance up!"

"Already on it friend!" Pathfinder replied from under the water, stabbing both his feet into the ground, and repositioning you on his shoulders again.

Once you were up and back in a good spot, water was at your belly, only the top of it was visible, and you tried to wipe your face, but you were still holding his hand.

"Uh, you can let go." you said

"I was just making sure." Revenant grunted, his arm slithering back to him, "I'm gonna move this tree and get you out of there."

"Both of us?" You lifted your brow

Revenant can't roll his eyes, but you're pretty sure he just did.

"You and that stupid MRVN." he replied.

With that, Revenant tried pushing the tree, but it was too heavy, so he tried pulling the tree by the roots, that only made it shift an inch at best. He tried to see if he could chop the tree with his arm to make it easier to move. That seemed like the best option so he got to work.

Chopping away at the trunk of this tree, minutes passed, and eventually you were struggling to keep your head above the water, Pathfinder was trying his hardest to keep you up, he could tell you were struggling, he was trying his hardest to keep you up.

"Revenant! Is there anyone you could ask for help?" you cried out

Sure he could call someone, literally anyone, he does have everyone's numbers in his head, but he would be damned if he would call for them. They could be anywhere on the island at this point.

At this time he was panicking, he only had about half the tree cut in half, and he wasn't sure if you had another half a tree of air left.

"I'm trying my damn hardest! Don't die on me!" he growled

But he didn't get a response back, quickly he threw himself on the ground to look down the hole, to see your face, obscured by a layer of water, he quickly reached his hand into the water and grabbed you by the arms and holding you above the water. You gasped for air, quickly Revenant stabbed his feet into the ground between some rocks to prevent himself from slipping into the hole himself.

You were crying, you were cold and scared, you wanted Kaleb.

"Stop crying damnit!" Revenant shouted, trying to keep up his arms

"I want my husband! This isn't fair, all you guys have done is keep him away from me! What did I do that was so wrong! Why didn't he want to come see me! See us!" you sobbed

"I- He did! He was just busy!" Revenant said

"With what! Did he remarry! Is that why he didn't want to see me! Why isn't he here!"

You sobbed grew louder, as the water level began to rise more and more.

"He is here!" Revenant shouted, "I'm here (y/n)!"

"What?" you whimpered.

"I-"

Before he could utter another word, the blue aura of Dr. Somers gravity lift appeared, and the tree was lifted up effortlessly. Then with a tug, Revenant began to be dragged back, lifting you out of the water, tumbling back with you in his arms, another gravity lift was thrown down, and a very wet Pathfinder flew out.

"I'm flying!" he cheered, and then he fell in the mud with a thud.

"Good thing we found ya when we did! Another min down there you would've been sleeping with the fishes!" Dr. Somers cheered

Revenant shifted a bit, finally able to hold you in his arms, he couldn't help but gently nuzzle his chin in your wet hair.

"I'm here (y/n)," he whispered, but he didn't get a response, "(y/n)?"

Revenant tilted your head back, only to meet your gaze. If Revenant could blush he would.

"Kaleb?" you whispered back, "Why did you hide from me."

"I wanted to keep you safe, I'm...not the man you married anymore..."

"You don't love me anymore..." you whimpered, looking down at your hands.

Feeling Revenant gently squeeze you, but not hard, just an assuring squeeze.

"I never said that." he whispered back.

Natalie and Anita quickly came over to you and began to asses you, Revenant sneakily slunk away.

After you were cleared over, the the 5 of you (Anita, Natalie, Dr. Somers, Pathfinder and you) made your way to the storm shelters to wait out the storm. Once the storm passed. Dr. Somers and Natalie took you back to their city, where you saw a Doctor who put you strictly on bed rest for the rest of your pregnancy, but you didn't really mind, you just wanted to be alone after what occurred on Storm Point. Dr. Somers and Natalie felt bad, but they didn't really know what happened between Revenant and you. Eventually they had times where they had to leave you alone in the apartment, and today was just that. The two of them had to leave regarding the new Legend New Castle joining the apex games, Anita and Revenant were leaving the games. After the sea monster came out of the water and was defeat, everyone was so happy about New Castle and Anita staying no one noticed that Revenant wasn't present at the fight, nor did he go to Gridiron.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, watching whatever was on the small Tv you were given by Dr. Somers. In the middle of whatever the hell you were watching, you felt the familiar cold breeze behind you and heard a thud.

Turning your head, you saw Revenant leaning a box on the side of the room wall. Upon closer expectation you realized it was baby bassinet.

"I figured the baby would need something to sleep in during the day." he said, not turning to meet your eyes.

"Kaleb?" you said

"I go by Revenant now..."

"Kaleb"

Revenant sighed, and turned and sat on the bed next to you.

"Why did you hide from me..." you asked, fiddling with your thumbs.

"I've made quiet a name for myself the past 200 or so years, I was just trying to protect you from all that... plus if anyone found out you were pregnant with my biological kid from when I was skin sui- I mean, from when I was a normal man, you wouldn't be safe."

Revenant slowly placed a hand on your stomach, and used his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him.

"But I do have to say, you're as beautiful as the day I married you."

"Can I kiss you?" you asked shyly

"You don't have to ask to kiss your husband, but I don't have such soft lips anymore."

"I don't really care."

Revenant hesitated at first, but leaned down and placed his mouth onto yours. To your surprise he did have a mouth, he opened it a bit, probably to make this feel more normal for you. But eventually he put his hand on your back like he used to all those years ago, and you could tell where this was going. You leaned closer to him, and his other hand snaked around your frame, pulling you down onto the bed.

Breaking the kiss, your eyes met his yellow ones.

"I love you (y/n)"

Taglist

@bloodmoon-bites @rinnieyin @lovelythings21

(should...should we fuck him)

[fanaticartisan]

The Legends always forgot how quiet he could be...

It was partly his doing, of course. When in the arena, he disengaged his shock absorbers fifteen percent so his teammates would hear him, clanking and clattering along beside them like some two-bit MRVN. That way, they knew where to look for him when shouting about their foes. They  wouldn’t jump at a crucial moment and miss their shot just because he spoke aloud. He liked when they jumped – didn’t like when he died because the enemy was still alive. So, he made himself audible.

And they forgot he could be silent.

Nights like this, where they were all aboard the ship, heading to a far-off arena in a journey that would take the better part of a day and a half, he wore that silence like an old, well-used coat. He was bored, bored, bored, and if he couldn’t kill any of his so-called companions until they got to the games, he’d settle for the next best thing: sneaking around and finding their little secrets for later torment. Sometimes a snide remark, a hint that he knew something he shouldn't and could spill their hidden weaknesses like entrails, was as good as a blade to the kidney. Some of his companions seemed like they’d prefer the latter, when certain subjects were involved.

He had to repress a laugh even now, as he crept past their doorways. He knew which Legends cried in the night. He knew who begged in their sleep, who reached for salvation that wasn’t there, for loved ones long gone, chances long lost. He knew who took comfort in ways that shamed them, and who couldn’t sleep at all for the worries that kept them up long, long after the others had succumbed to exhaustion. He’d heard it all before, a dozen times over.

But his stealthy steps slowed, then stopped, when he heard something new.

Singing.

‘Sofðu unga ástin mín. Úti regnið grætur.’

He recognized that voice, though usually its roughness and pitch were concealed through a respirator’s filter. It was strange to hear sound from within that familiar door when no light shone at the cracks.

Usually the Hound slept early, when they traveled long.

‘Mamma geymir gullin þín, gamla leggi og völuskrín.’

Revenant moved closer, drawn as if by a spider’s thinnest thread. He didn’t care if it was fascination that pulled him on, or eagerness to have caught the hunter in such a compromised situation. He didn’t let his mind calculate that far. He focused only on the stillness, the deliberation of each step placed without noise.

‘Við skulum ekki vaka um dimmar nætur.’

The metal of the door was cold against his palm as he turned the handle, slowly, so slowly. The fingers of his other hand slipped into the crack that opened just for him. He caught a glimpse of the hunter sitting on the floor – back straight, legs crossed, their form ever so slight without all that armor to protect them-

Then the axe slammed into his hand, the sparks of metal on metal illuminating a scarred face with eyes that promised death more eloquently than any spoken threat ever could. For a moment, for that flash of agony and light, he believed the promise, and knew his grunt of surprised pain would be the last noise he made before he woke up in his new body-

And then the moment was broken as a cough raked through that thin body with claws crueler than even his own. The hunter fell back, gasping and choking, fumbling in the dark until their desperate hands found their respirator. Once they’d pressed the mask to their face, once the cough stilled and their breathing steadied into a rhythm more suited to the living than the dying, did they look at him. Not the darkness, but their own self control hid their emotions from Revenant’s eye. 

Their voice had an edge of frost when they finally broke the silence. “Knocking is a courtesy that is not beneath your practice.”

“All courtesy is beneath my practice,” Revenant responded, scorn curling the edges of his words better than any smile ever could. 

He pulled his hand back through the door – or, tried to. It was stuck, nailed to the metal surface by that twice-cursed axe. He made a mental note to find another descendant of the programmer who had thought it a good idea to build pain receptors into his system and teach them the true meaning of the word, then looked back at the hunter. 

They were still standing, staring at him, one hand keeping the respirator clamped over their face, the other holding a sharp knife Revenant was more familiar with than he cared to admit.

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” Revenant said. “Sounded like you were having a grand old time. Are you practicing for a concert?”

The sneer in his voice seemed to have no effect on the Hound who, after another moment of consideration, sat themselves on the floor once more, keeping the knife in plain view. “It is not for others that I practice,” they said.

“You just like the sound of your own voice that much, do you..?” Revenant wiggled his hand. Hurt zinged through his arm, but the axe stayed firm. He wondered if he could reach around with his other limb to pull it free. He didn’t much care for the amount of exposure that would grant to the blade that breathed so loudly not six feet away.

“It is not for my voice that I do this,” came the calm reply. 

Revenant hated all the Legends, but right now he hated the Hound most, for their unflappable honesty, for their unbreakable politeness. However much he needled them, they were ever unwilling, or perhaps even unable, to descend to his level of petty backtalk. “Tell me then, oh mighty hunter,” he said, using enough sarcasm for them both, “As it seems I won’t be going anywhere until you’ve had your say.”

Bloodhound watched him, their lenses reflecting the yellow light from Revenant’s own eyes back at him. When they next spoke, each word was measured, answering, but not confessing. “I would like, some day, to be able to breathe freely.” A pause. “If the gods will it.”

Revenant fell silent at that. His gaze lingered on the Hound’s face, on the hand holding the respirator over their mouth and nose, on the lingering scars that traced every visible surface of facial tissue. “...by singing to enhance your lung capacity?”

Bloodhound nodded once, some of the tension leaving their shoulders. 

That caught Revenant’s attention. 

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like understanding them, or them willingly trusting him with information he preferred to steal himself. He liked even less knowing there was nothing he could do with this confession of weakness that would be a satisfactory vengeance for his current position of compromise.

He tugged at his hand with more violence than before, making the door rattle. Bloodhound didn’t flinch, and neither did their axe.

“Get me out of here,” Revenant demanded.

The hunter stood, respirator still held firm, and walked close. They waited a moment, just long enough for Revanant to glare, and to see his own reflection in those stupid goggles, before taking firm hold of the axe handle and yanking it free with a crackle of sparks.

Their calm annoyed Revenant even more than the unwilling hiss of pain drawn from his voicebox. Without another word he slammed the door in their face, meaning to storm away and find someone more fun to bother.

But he didn’t. His feet stayed where they were, inches from the closed door.

Perhaps a minute passed this way, in silence. He didn’t let himself wonder why he stayed. He waited, telling himself he was the predator awaiting the footfalls of his prey. 

But when the noise came, it was not that of booted feet against the airship floor, but of cloth rustling as the Hound lowered themselves to the ground. It was the soft brush of a back against the door, of legs being folded. It was a deep breath taken before the respirator was set aside.

And then, once more, the rough, unfiltered voice in the darkness - but so close now Revenant could almost touch it.

‘Það er margt sem myrkrið veit, minn er hugur þungur.

Oft ég svarta sandinn leit svíða grænan engireit.

Í jöklinum hljóða dauðadjúpar sprungur.’

He was going to kill them for this. He was going to make them suffer, for forcing him to stand here and listen to their voice, as raw and vulnerable as any death cry, gentle and drifting as smoke on the wind. Were they doing it on purpose, twisting the melody so mournfully that it tugged at a soul Revenant was sure he no longer had?

‘Sofðu lengi, sofðu rótt, seint mun best að vakna.’

He was going to kill them. He would make that soft voice scream in agony.

‘Mæðan kenna mun þér fljótt,meðan hallar degi skjótt,’

He would learn the words to their song just to croon it in their ear while he plunged his fist into their chest and ripped out their heart.

‘að mennirnir elska, missa, gráta og sakna.’

He’d have to stay a bit longer, though, to study the thing properly. He wasn’t sure he remembered the beginning right.

But for a second the song faltered, and Revenant felt an unexplainable pang at the thought that it was over, and the Hound was done for the night.

A flap of feathered wings. An accusing caw. From the other side of the door came that rough voice, soft and soothing. “Hush. I know. It is alright.”

Another deep breath, and they began again.

‘Sofðu unga ástin mín…’

Revenant closed his eyes. No… killing them wouldn’t be punishment enough. They’d just be dead. Better would be to find someone else to kill, to make it very public, very bloody…

‘Úti regnið grætur.’

Then, when the newspapers reported his good work, when the survivors cried on television about a robotic voice chanting in an alien language, he would meet Bloodhound’s eye across the room, and the Hound would know, and Revenant would know they knew…

And that would surely be the sweetest revenge of all.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Get Familiar

A long, long awaited commission for @relentless-boredom!

Summary: Revenant set in before the games, during the Hammond Robotics slaughter (after Forge’s death) with him trying to find answers as well as finding himself dealing with his new injury causing memories he doesn’t remember to course through him. And of course, trying to familiarize himself with new feelings for his body. He jacks it, is what I’m getting at.

Reblogs > Likes. It costs zero dollars to reblog!

!!!Minors and ageless blogs dni or you will be blocked on sight!!!

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Revenant/His hand

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, mentions of violence and blood, human/simulacrum dysmorphia, wireplay, masturbation, robotic attachments, Revenant has a cock attachment, mentions of past bdsm

Words: 2.5K

______________

Blood.  

Fury.    

The slick material slid through the joints in Revenant’s hands as easy as oil might. Hands he had thought had always been metal, hands that had sliced throats just as easy and could transform into blades. Hands, programmed for destruction, and as far as he knew, had always been.  

A flicker. Glimmer. Blonde straight hair, high and tight- no- Now black, curly, with dark brown eyes staring back where amber optics should have been- no. Now a buzzcut with pale white skin, sharp features-  

A loud scream echoes through his body, causing his voice box to ripple and vibrate towards the end until the glass before him shatters and he snarls under his breath. His shoulders slump, his body following as his hands pull up to his face and the tip of his finger traces the edges of the line connected to the corners of his mouth over his jaw. He could unhinge it into a terrible maw, full of metal, sharp points and a silicone tongue.  

His optics flick over the broken glass as another face fazes into existence. Dark brown flesh, long dreadlocks, golden eyes bright and wide staring at himself in horror as he rips his head away to look away.   

~Rest under the cut~

His programming had been compromised due to the glass that had shoved through his cords acting as nerve endings. It could make him see in waves, waves of a life- lives? Anything that he had lived in a...human body.  

The symbols that had once rested on the backs of his hands in neat little ‘H’s were now scratched out. It wasn’t like he could feel the pain of a knife scraping the metal off until the shape didn’t make sense anymore; But the pain of the emotions raging through him?   

Those. Those were real.  

A snarl bubbles in his throat as his optics flicker back to the glass to a new face. 

They built him to be a monster. Who’s he to argue with programming?  

--  

Hammond Robotics stays on high alert and issues out warnings and encouragements for facility members to proceed on with their work. Employees go missing, gone for days on end and everyone inside is on edge, yet the big bosses keep them going. A mistake, Revenant thinks, but perhaps it’s to keep him away from anyone more important.  

He does his research on who is more important. Scientists and engineers are targeted, but more people on the lower scale he ignores. He finds the program name for what he might be- a simulacrum. It starts to piece itself together after that, the rage he’d felt before now beginning to make more sense, and the mindless obedience to something- or someone, he could not see.  

The throat in his hands cracks satisfyingly with a beg dying on the person’s lips. 

The rage he feels bubbling in his body like a near erupting volcano, isn’t a new thing. But the pain? The pain is all so new. So even when he gets his answers, even when he finds a familiar satisfaction in the slide of blood between his joints and ridges, why...  

Why can’t he get rid of this sense of longing?  

A useless feeling, in his opinion, as was anything else that wasn’t on task. And that task was rather simple, he thought. Destroy, demolish, get answers, spill blood.  

It’s why he’s found two scientists. A couple, married. They would have answers, he was sure of it. One of their family’s names had explicitly worked on him centuries ago for a military purpose. He found the answers of that in a file. But the memories of a war on another planet, feeling nothing and caring for nothing except completing a mission, were something that stayed in his own memory bank. It didn’t matter how many people around him died, just that they weren’t wearing the same uniform ‘his side’ was on. Didn’t even matter HOW he killed them.  

A monster, programmed right into him.  

He could laugh.  

But instead, he doesn’t. He’s quiet now, the blue light illuminating the living room he’s slinking in. It’s a large area, could classify as a mini house if it wasn’t in a compound. The blue light comes from an area with different blueprints and components on a table, resembling robotic body parts and sketched out formulas to match the engineering level quality to create such pieces.  

A sneer finds its way onto his face.  

The living room is passed by towards a hallway where framed pictures rest. The couple on their wedding day, graduation days, even a prom. They’d obviously been together a long time, but one makes him stop. Just a simple image of them both, with their arms thrown around each other and foreheads together, big smiles stretched across their faces.  

A flicker, a memory, something- someone etches into his own body. Of a smile, of his heart beating a little louder- and actually beating at that. Of the butterflies in his belly, someone- or people- was  it  multiple people? Faceless, as always, looking at him with adoration. Their sounds, their voice all a blur and melded into a thousand voices at once. As if trying to whisper a name, stretch out to him, beg, plead, moan, cry-  

It’s dizzying when he finally can feel himself slammed back into his own body. For a moment, Revenant’s optics flicker back over the image, as if hoping it would spur something like that on again. Just a taste of something positive-  

No. No he couldn’t.  

His optics drop to the side, flickering to the floor and trying to remind himself of who he was now. What he was even doing here. He needed answers, not kindness. He needed answers about who and what he was, but not like this. Not like the noises he heard in his head, or the l...the lo...  

The love he had felt.  

He ignores it. The waiting game started now as he waited for one, or the other to arrive so he could begin his questioning and paint their walls bloody.  

Something he hadn’t factored in would be the couple returning as a couple. Both of them walk into their dark home, removing their white coats and talking about the lockdown on staff. Concerned for their own lives before one takes the others hand in both of theirs and reassures that no one would come for them.  

He almost blows his cover with a laugh. He could have, truly, what pitiful little things humans were.  

What a pitiful little thing he probably had been.  

Skinsuits were temporary, something he would make known by the time he finally scales back down the wall and slams one of them into a wall with a sickening crack of their nose hitting the flat surface. The other he had tied up not too long ago, in a place away from where they would see their coupled partner perish under his very hands.  

Was it from sympathy? Of knowing they would be heartbroken to see their lover be harmed? Or was it merely to shut them up?  

The questions Revenant snarls in the scientist’s face are of himself. Who had he been? Where had he come from? Had they known that he was a product of war? That he had been created by the very same hands that his person now possessed? Where was the simulacrum program now?  

The answers are sobbed out, bloodied lips and the knowledge of death hanging in the air. They knew they would die, even if they gave up the information. Willing or not.  

There’s almost sympathy in his mind. But when he lays their lifeless, bloodied bodies together and their hands seem to hold the others, he blames the pang in his chest as merely disgust.  

--  

A home no longer a home was an empty house. Revenant never found himself wanting for things, especially materialistic items, but he searches for answers, files, anything. The work station illuminated by the blue light he’d seen prior is something he finds himself coming to, pulling out drawers and files to find anything of himself. However, no name stirs anything in him that he thumbs through. His database analyzes each name, finding faces to them with ‘deceased’ or locations splayed across the screen. Nothing helpful.  

Revenant snarls under his breath, going for the drawers that should have only contained items and tools to work on simulacrum attachments, but he finds himself rather...face to face with something more interesting.  

Attachments of different...things. Things he wouldn’t have expected he’d be compatible with, let alone would find here. Revenant supposes, as he turns the phallus shaped objects within his hands, that the engineer had really specialized in upgrading these models. These others that were like him.  

Others that could feel more human things such as pleasures.  

Revenant nearly turns it over, nearly puts it back right where he found it, but he finds himself scanning further for usage of how it worked. Where would it go? How did it work for a body like his? Where wiring was the only thing keeping him together?  

The answers lie in a user manual. Attachments for MRVN units went hand in hand for simulacrums due to their upgrading systems being similar. It speaks of instructions on how to attach it, whether to a sex working MRVN unit or a more willing, more coherent unit or simulacrum.  

Truly, Revenant should be ashamed of his interest, but the thoughts from earlier? Of the crying voice, begging, pleading, hissing, hair pulling, hands- far too many hands-  

You really can’t blame him when he takes it, and the manual with him.  

His stalk to their bedroom could be seen as morbid when he finds himself perched upon it. A bed was far more comfortable than the streets for exploration, and even he’d admit that it was comfortable with all of its familiar  warmth  of blankets and far too many pillows.  

Humans, he muses, were suckers for comfort.  

Revenant finds himself admiring the attachment in his hands. It was hot pink, black silicone nearing the base in almost a ribbed-like texture. The head was bulbous, the slit partially open to allow any lubrication reserves to spill from the body it was worn to. Another object he glances at, the relatively large tube that  apparently,  he could stick somewhere near his hip and it should click into place with all his wiring...  

The click should have made him embarrassed when he finds the right placement, but instead Revenant starts to find himself feeling more at home in his own body. More...himself. Sure, the attachment doesn’t match him whatsoever, but even that’s easy to attach with the hook of a wire and settling it in the right place.  

The sensation isn’t bad, but it’s a lot.  

A sigh he does not need exhales from his lips as his hand comes up, exploring the wiring at the side of his neck under his cowl, gently tracing the tip of his finger over the thicker one where a jugular might be. A familiar sensation of a creeping shudder rolling up his spine like a shock wave, the slow roll of thunder as his other hand slides down to his hip area upon feeling the jerk of his cock.  

Cock. His.  

If he had blood in his body, perhaps his face would be red from how sensitive he was. Instead, Revenant tries to treat this like a mission with a bit of a grumble to his own mutterings. Sliding the hand that had been fussing with his wires to wrap around his throat, pressing his thumb between the two thicker wires and stimulating air loss to make his hips buck up briefly.  

Revenant can picture a beautiful face above him, warm, soft fingers wrapped around his throat. A voice crooning praise and, “A few more seconds, baby, you can take it. You look so beautiful so red.” In his head like a faint echo of a memory. And instead of getting upset or frustrated, he finds his voice box  betraying his interest with a shuddering vibrato of a groan.  

The cock- his cock, jerks once more, spilling a drop of lubrication- no. Pre-cum, warm and wet and oh he can feel it. He’s so sensitive, able to feel how it trails down the underside of his cock where it feels all too warm and unfamiliar yet so familiar.  

Motor motions, memories keep him going. His fingers run up to his face, grabbing his own jaw a bit too rough and force two fingers into his own mouth. Saliva is stimulated from similar lubrication reserves, making it easy to press down on his tongue to cause more to pool and threatening his own fingers with his deathly sharp, metal teeth.  

His other hand now, finally, wraps around his pretty hot pink cock. It’s almost too much with the suddenness of it, of how long it had been.  

At some point in his body, there’s a warning of overheating that he doesn’t listen to.  

Revenant’s hand works fast and shaky over his over sensitive cock, squeezing the head and finding his optics flickering in and out as his memories seem to come and go as they please. Each time they come, he makes a low groan in his throat, and each time they go he about whines. A whine could only be stimulated in a low, deep, shuddering sound like a high whistle from his already shaky voice box.  

“Pathetic,” The person he can feel and see in his mind- or memories- coos to him like it’s a sweet thing to say rather than a degrading term. “Look at you, so needy, do you ever say thank you? Or please? Is that too much to ask for?” The voice croons, and Revenant finds his hand sliding back down to his throat, followed by his hand quickening on his cock.  

“Than -- thank you- thank  youthankyou-” Revenant finds his own voice mimicking to no one. Breathing out heavy without a need for breath, near about panting as his hips come up to fuck his own fist. His hand flies down from his throat to catch the sheets as a snarl rips through his throat like a starved, wild animal.  

His orgasm hits him far too hard. Overloading his systems to new, dangerous levels as his cum comes out clear and spurts all over himself. His hips tremble, over sensitive yet too stubborn to stop touching himself. Revenant keeps tugging, hellbent on getting the glimpses of that beautiful person telling him what to do-  

A weak orgasm shakes him right after, dry and not as satisfying as he finds himself immobilized and almost dizzy from the harsh sensation of pleasure.  

There’s a calm after the storm, always. Even for someone like him. It takes all of five minutes for his body to stop threatening his heating levels, steam popping from his inner shoulder areas to cool down his circuits and joints. Revenant finds himself slowly flickering back into existence, optics lazily rolling to the side to look at the nearby screen that must have belonged to one of the slaughtered scientist’s flash of a new email.  

‘Apex Games data entry’ it’s labelled.  

Revenant grunts, rolling onto his side, back facing the screen and feeling more at peace than he had in years.  

Apex games, huh?  

He’d have to look into that.  

[seerofmike]

31 Days of Apex: Day 13 (Hero)

relationship: (platonic) gibraltar & lifeline & octane

word count: 941

tags: canon-typical violence

fic summary: “Go on. Go be a hero.”

ao3 link

OR

read below

"I could use a little support," Makoa said, wondering which side of her would win today; the side mad at Octane, or the side that wanted to help. With the daredevil's most recent stunt, he would put money on the former—and he was usually right.

"I ain't going out there," Lifeline said, trying to repair D.O.C. on the spot after the drone had been damaged. Her ammo was depleted and Octane had stolen all of her grenades, so he understood her reluctance to dive headfirst into a gunfight. "He waded his way into that mess, well, he can wade back out."

Makoa squinted with one eye at the scene before him—he knew everyone here, and knew how to take them out. He was confident in his ability to win this fight and save his teammate, so he said,

"I'll see you on the other side."

"Go on then," he heard her say, resigned, far too used to him doing this. "Be a hero."

Makoa threw down his shield for her, absorbing Pathfinder's gunfire as he did so. They were backed into a cliff wall, so they couldn't get third-partied at this angle. He trusted Lifeline to be alright.

Crypto was still nursing his injuries behind a rock several yards away—Makoa, with his height, could see the green inside of his collared jacket from here, peeking out just a bit from his hiding place. He knew that the man wouldn't come out until he was fully healed, always so careful and prepared, and he therefore had a few moments to execute his plan of attack.

Octane crawled through the grass beside Crypto, fingers slipping occasionally due to blood or shotgun shells, bleeding profusely from his stomach. The younger man had knocked Bangalore when he'd rushed in, sticking arc stars to himself as some bizarre new tactic, and had shattered Crypto's shields while he was at it. If Makoa timed it just right, he could knock Crypto and get Pathfinder before they could pick up their third—he knew she was keen to drop a barrage on him after last game.

("Goin' somewhere, brotha?" Makoa chortled, having found her picking her way through deathboxes to recover Mirage and Loba's pinging banners. He knew she'd come back—she could never leave a man down.

  "Motherfucker," Bangalore groaned, not even turning around, and he put a bullet in the back of her head.)

Makoa stepped forward, throwing two arc stars with careful precision, so that no matter which way he ran, Crypto would get hit; and sure enough, he heard the man curse in Korean as he tumbled out from behind the rock from which he'd been hiding, tossing aside a syringe before the blast knocked him off of his feet and sent him flying over the cliffside. A little bit of payback after he'd shot Makoa in the face that one time.

Pathfinder's screen changed from its usual smiley face to a comically angry red one. He had been shooting at Makoa from behind a rock as well, but he grappled out into the open then, flying high into the sky, just as Makoa had anticipated him doing.

Makoa was used to dealing with the speedy ones—trained with Wraith every other day, and even if he sometimes missed her thanks to her little Void powers, his tracking was fantastic because of it. Makoa aimed at Pathfinder with his Sentinel—no sniper scope, hadn't had a chance to find one yet—and fired. He caught the MRVN's arm, disrupting his grapple, and he fell to the grass.

Makoa's gunshield absorbed most of the Spitfire spray coming his way, and he hardly felt the bullets that ripped through his arm. With a grin, Makoa fired his gun again, right into the MRVN's blinking little screen, and his squad was now placed firmly in the top five.

"Ay, that was sick!" He heard Octane yell from his spot on the ground, now laying flat on his back like an armadillo. "C'mon, amigo, pick me up, I think Che's still mad at me."

"D.O.C.'s still broken from when you used him to float up the cliff!" Lifeline shouted. "Instead of using a zipline like a normal person!"

"I wanted to see how high he could go!"

"Well, thanks to you, we're not gettin' any healing for a while."

Makoa chuckled to himself as he picked Octane up, the two going back and forth without stop. Kids these days were so tenacious.

"My hero," Octane said, somewhere between sarcastic and genuine.

"You're welcome, brotha."

They proceeded to loot Bangalore and Pathfinder's deathboxes—Crypto's was somewhere at the bottom of the cliff, lost forever—before Lifeline spoke up: "I'm always impressed with you, Gibs."

"How so?"

"Dude, are you kidding?" Octane threw his hands up in the air, ever so animated and energetic. "You always come out on top! It's like you know all of our weaknesses, or something!"

"You're always so confident," Lifeline added admiringly. Makoa laughed, starting to feel just a little flustered at the heaps of praise, but he did enjoy it. And what they said was true—he did, in fact, know many of the Legends' weaknesses. He bothered to pay attention, he bothered to care, and that lent itself to noticing things about the others that might not be so obvious to some. He knew everybody's tells, everybody's strategies, and that made striding onto the battlefield a hell of a lot easier.

He wouldn't tell them that the secret to defeating their friends was being friends, though.

Let them come to that conclusion on their own.

[aerascreamer]

A body without a heart

An Apex Fanfic

Part 2: Equal

Warning: violence and death mention.

(Part 1 )

———

During the cold season, the heating system of the dormitory purred above Bloodhound's room each night, singing them to sleep or keeping them company while they read on the bed.

So it was a surprise for the tracker to wake up on the floor of a building from the arena and not in their quarter until they realized they didn't lose the match.

Pathfinder's motor produced the constant rumble that woke them up while the robot remained in complete stillness in the middle of the room.

As the hunter sat with difficulties, he came back to life and headed towards them.

"How are you friend? He asked with worries.

"I'm fine don't worry. Just not used to run so much, " They replied while taking out a flask,

"Can I?"

"Oh sure pardon me!"

When sure the MRVN looked away, the tracker took off their mask in a hurry and sipped some water before putting it back.

"Why are you fighting here if your body is so weak?"

Bloodhound jumped on their feet, looked back and found Revenant sitting on the edge of a window. Wait...sitting?

"I'm not letting my wounds stopping me from fighting for the Allfather. It is a test to see my true potential." They puffed their chest with pride.

"Guess having a metallic body has some advantages..." The robot considered, his hand scratching his jaw.

"What do you-" The hunter's body tense in reaction to a new but familiar buzzing approaching.

"EMP incoming!! RUN!"

Pathfinder rushed to the exit without hesitation.

Simultaneously, Revenant pushed himself from the window.

But despite their reactivity, both got hit by the wave of energy coming from a tiny drone, the echo of their lifeless body hitting the ground ringing in all the building.

Without losing a second, Bloodhound took their weapon and peaked over the window. Two silhouettes headed into the first level.

The hunter climbed down the stair and aimed at the entrance

Octane broke in by kicking the door.

Easy target. One mag, one down.

Lifeline jumped back, caught off guard. She dashed right away to another direction, probably to flank the building.

The tracker took the main entrance and hid behind a truck.

Scanning the area, they detected the doctor entering by the second floor.

Bloodhound waited for her to walk passed the entrance...

One more magazine and another down. But no ammo.

Leaving the weapon on the ground, Bloodhound approached the door and heard footsteps coming in.

Striking like a panther, they took Crypto by surprise and disarmed him.

The hacker pushed the hunter away and called back his drone, the device hitting them on the back.

Unphased, they leaped on the man, pinned him down before holding a knife on his throat.

Both out of breath, the two fighters glared at each other coldly.

But Crypto ended up sighting and declared:

"Legend Crypto surrendering." The banner on his wrist turned into a sad face with the words better luck next time! highlighted in blue.

Bloodhound let go of their grip and walked away to check on their teammates.

"Hey, take this. It will wake them up."

The hunter caught the small device the hacker tossed to them and nodded, thankful.

Turning around the corner, they saw Revenant shut down against the wall.

They approached him and activated the device.

The silver shadow turned on with a sound similar to a loud gasp.

On his feet, he put his hands around his chest, checking for a nonexistent heartbeat.

"What was that ?!" He questioned with a taut voice.

"An EMP sent by Crypto's drone" Bloodhound stepped back to give him space.

"An EMP?"

The glow of the synthetic nightmare's eye darkened, processing... Before punched the wall with all his strength.

"Why can't I just DIE already!?"

Digging their way in Bloodhound's perplexed mind, the little details he noticed about Revenant came back... like his natural walk, the need to sit or to brush his head, the glares of jealousy he gave to everyone except Pathfinder... Pathfinder who is a true robot.

Then they understood.

"You...you used to be human. Right ?"

He froze

"You're not a robot...but a Simulacrum."

In a blink of an eye, the shadow grabbed the hunter by the throat and held them in the air as if they weight no more than a pheasant.

"One more word... And I'll use your skin as a carpet..."

Despite their heart racing like a mad hummingbird, Bloodhound held Revenant's burning glaze without fighting back.

Surprised by their lack of reaction, the Simulacrum loosened a little.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

One inch separated his face from the hunter's mask.

"I...I don't fear...death." They replied with a chocked voice.

Revenant dropped the tracker who rubbed their aching neck.

He stared at them for a moment, puzzled, and climbed on the roof to watch the horizon with doubt and questions rising like a tide.

Bloodhound scanned the zone and found Pathfinder lying in the middle of a road.

As they activated the device, the MRVN's chest lightened up, bugging between his angry and happy face.

"Everything's ok?"

"Yes, don't worry. I really don't like being hit by the EMP, my system is always feeling weird days after it." He tapped on his chest to fix it, without results.

"Feeling ?" Revenant let go of a sarcastic laugh...or at least a grumble close to it.

****

Back in the temporary house of Talos, Bloodhound groomed Artur with their hand and picked up the feathers falling to the ground without a sound

They sighted with sadness as they counted more and more grey ones than last time.

The clock hanging on the wall displayed 9h00 but everyone already went to bed, leaving the building in dead silence.

Except for the hard stomps of metal feet.

Putting the crow back in his favorite shoe, the hunter walked to the automatic door and bumped in Revenant's chest armor.

"My apologies!"

Only an irritated grunt responded to them.

"Something's wrong?"

The shadow's blank face expressed nothing, unlike his shimmering eyes troubled by questions.

He tried to look beneath the mask of the tracker, searching a reason for them to ask with cordiality and detachment towards him.

"You're a weird skin bag." He declared point-blank.

"Normally everyone would have begged to be spared when threatened."

Thoughtful, Bloodhound didn't reply rights away, their mind looking for the right word to answer.

"I'm always prepared for my end, " They started with a slow pace,

"Death... is part of the cycle of nature.

Everything lives, then everything dies."

"Except for me." Revenant contradicted, bitter.

Artur perched on the hunter's shoulder and puffed his black and grey feathers to intimidate the Simulacrum who didn't even look at him.

"If your spirit is still down here, it means you haven't fulfilled your purpose here."

"So you think I have a spirit?" His anger started to rise.

"When that little brain here is made of scrap and bolts?!"

Revenant hit his metal skull to prove his point, creating a clear sound ringing for a second.

"When I'm a body without a heart?!"

He scratched his chest, leaving three parallel marks.

Bloodhound covered their ears, bothered with the high-pitched screeching.

"You still feel hate. There is a reason that makes you move forward.

And you still have those memories from your past life right? Those are real...

"...And corrupted to the core!"

The shadow's voice distorted in pain, wobbly.

Behind the faceplate, thousand of reflections made their way in his mind.

He shook his head, fighting the thoughts, but his hunched shoulders betrayed his exhaustion.

Noticing the changes in Revenant's behavior, Bloodhound offered him to get in their room.

He hesitated, not used to have someone crazy enough to do this, but accepted.

The hunt trophies and Championship Bookends decorated the walls next to a giant bookshelf full of text from all epochs.

Swords and knives waited on a table for the owner to choose them, glowing coldly under the candles.

In contrast, the fur carpets softened the atmosphere and gave the room an old but relaxing look alongside the handmade hammock.

Revenant instantly noticed the broad window facing the outside.

The stars shined bright on the deep mantel of the night.

Even with the latest discoveries made by scientists, secrets still lied in the distant galaxies.

This powerful sense of mystery called the human more than once, letting them dream since the beginning of time without any exceptions.

Not even a soul locked in a lifeless body.

"Being in peace with who you are will be a challenge. But once you get over it, you will finally be able to rest."

The silence fell little by little like a leaf plummeted by the autumn wind.

Bloodhound fell asleep despite the "synthetic nightmare"'s presence, this one gazing at the stars, knees wrapped in his arms close to his chest.

[thatonefunnyfella]

YEEEEESSS THANK YOU RESPAWN

JUSTICE FOR MRVNs

The best thing in the patchnotes by far. Forget about the bot mode, we're making waves in the MRVN rights movement!

[aerascreamer]

A body without a heart

Part 1: Stranger

An Apex Fanfic

Fandom: Apex Legends

Genre: General Fic

Word count: 2854

Warning: violence and death mention.

Read here too (highly recommended because phone Tumbler screw my text format):

Wattpad

Ao3

----

New season, new competitor.

But this time, "the new guy" couldn't be more different than any of the Legend.

Revenant never interacted with anyone, leaving the dormitory early to go we don't know where.

And if he has to talk to someone, it's either with anger or despises.

The first game of the new season is gonna be full of surprises

----

Note: based on this idea that I brainstormed a lot

Part 2

----

The repetitive hits of Artur's beak on their cheek woke up Bloodhound nested in a hammock.

Above the treetops, the sky blushed in various shades of white, orange, pink and peach as the sun went up, while the fresh wind pushed the scent of the forest to the hunter's nose who detected mushrooms, moss, and flowers.

Disconcerted to find themselves in the middle of the branches and leaves, they remember in flash images to have sneak out of the dormitory late at night.

Speaking of which, the hunter could see one of the windows between two dead trees.

"Is Revenant behind it, staring in my direction?" They thought, gently petting the crow, listening to him singing along the other birds.

Since the robot joined the Apex Games, an oppressive atmosphere enveloped the place, leaving the hunter in constant disturb.

It prevented them from sleeping on their two ears so they decided to guard the corridors, sometimes all night and at the cost of poor reactivity the following day.

But with the new season right around the corner, they needed as much rest as possible...

Fortunately, they could count on Wraith's sixth sense or Crypto's surveillance drone to keep an eye on everyone.

"Caw?"

"Yes, you'll have holly berries later. Also, you need to do more exercises or you're gonna get fat."

"CAW!!"

****

The growls coming from the spaceship's motor echoed in all the rooms of the vehicle.

Tension ruled over the Legends' soul, as they approached the arena World's Edge.

With Lifeline's help, Bloodhound clipped their jetpack on their back right before Octane interrupted them.

"Sure you haven't seen my protection glasses?"

"No Octane, it's the third time you asked me."Bloodhound replied.

"Wait you lost them again?"

Lifeline raised one of her eyebrows with a judging glare.

"I... Guess?"

Both looked at the roof of the dropship in exasperation as the daredevil ran back to his room turned upside down.

"Come on I need them now! We're dropping in one minute!!" He exclaimed while stamping on his feet.

"You know what, take my spare ones and leave me alone." The hunter offered as they headed to their quarter.

They quickly grabbed the glasses in their wardrobe and tossed them at the young man.

"Nice! Thank you compadre!"

"Warning, drop zone ahead!" The IA lady announced.

Time has come... the new season has begun.

The new competitors started at the screens hanging in the middle of the ship, hoping to be matched with a veteran fighter like Bangalore or a trustworthy support like Lifeline.

Some faces lightened, others bit their lips.

Bloodhound headed to the descendant platforms, soon joined by Pathfinder.

"Hi, Bloodhound! I'm glad to have you on my team this time." The MRVN greeted, rising his hand.

"Me too felagi."

Although his personality showed friendliness, Pathfinder enjoyed fighting in the arena and his precise shots made him an opponent to never underestimate.

The frozen wind whirled around the Legends as the platforms pierced through the clouds.

"The hunt begins. May the gods bless you."

Out of nowhere, a scarlet figure landed with a loud bang between the two Legends.

It stretched its long smooth arms and looked at the MRVN.

"Revenant! Ready for your first match? I'm sure you-"

"Save me your breath, I work in silence." The newcomer reprimanded with a sharp tone.

He turned his head briskly to the hunter and stared at them with intensity, as he did with everyone.

Although his metal face didn't express any emotions, Bloodhound felt a deep rage and feeling of envy boiling underneath.

Revenant took the time to discover the arena before nosing-down, leaving a sad-screened Pathfinder behind.

The hunter tapped on his shoulder with compassion before the two jumped right into the red silhouette's diving trail.

The shadow of the Harvester projected its darkness on a totally devastated Capitol City.

Stunned by the damage caused to the landscape, Bloodhound couldn't keep their eyes away from the giant scar opened by the lava fissure scorching the earth.

Some buildings in which the hunter used to fight looked like they collapsed from the inside with fires still not extinct, saturating the air of ashes and dust.

The grey clouds filtered the light that shaded the sky in red, gold and orange, darkening the atmosphere.

Nevertheless, Revenant dived headfirst into the lost city, his tall figure blending almost perfectly into the chaos.

As Bloodhound landed next to him on top of a building standing with courage, the red shadow looked below at a supply bean in the middle of an open field.

"I'm going that way. Don't even think about following me." He warned

"Got it !" The robot went downstairs, oblivious to the bright eyes following his movements.

Watching Revenant dropping, Bloodhound asker themselves how their teammate ended up so full of animosity, especially compared to the blue robot...

Nobody knew where he came from. He popped in the Games like a ghost, without knocking at the qualifier's door.

"Do you need a Sentinel Bloodhound?, Pathfinder asked from a lower level.

"Yes, please."

*****

Revenant moved with silence and fluidity through the grass of a hill.

Following a few meters behind, Pathfinder and Bloodhound discussed the MRVN's journey to find his creator and what he learned on the way.

"And that's why he taught me how to cook Leviathan's meat, the robot concluded, walking with stiff movements.

"Interesting story. It reminds me of that hunt where I took down a Prowler."the hunter remembered.

"A Prowler?! They're really dangerous!"

"Yes but this one was pretty old and lost a paw unfortunately"

A gunshot cut the hunter in their story.

Two enemy squad exchanged fire behind the hill.

Pathfinder took his Peacekeeper and checked his grapple.

"What should we do friends?"

"Let's get closer to have a better view of the situation first"

But without consulting his teammates, Revenant darted in the direction of the fight.

"Wait!" the blue robot turned his to the hunter.

"Follow him." He grappled away.

Bloodhound ran as fast as they could, reached the top of the hill and observed the battlefield through their sniper scope.

Quick and stealthy, Pathfinder already knocked two members from one of the squads behind a large boulder and finished the last opponent with a punch, sparing any unnecessary injuries.

Close to a small house, Revenant fought each member of the second squad at the same time.

Ignoring the bullets hitting his chest like unpleasant mosquitoes, he grabbed a contestant's head, slammed it into a wall, rushed to catch his frightened teammate in order to cut her throat before punching the last member to the ground.

He fought and killed the targets with professional precision, trained... or even created for it without a doubt.

Moving naturally in the battlefield with ease, he glanced at each defeated enemies with an air of superiority, as if they stepped too far into his territory...

A new apex predator has taken the lead in his first try.

A leaf cracked under someone's step.

A fatal mistake.

Bloodhound immediately faced the new opponents coming in their back.

They shoot, hit a disoriented Mirage in the chest and rushed to cover.

Switching for their R-99, they climbed on top of a tall rock and emptied a magazine on Gibraltar who carried his fallen teammate to safety.

Taking the opportunity, Wraith sneaked behind the hunter.

They grabbed her arm, stopping the kunai before it pierced their chest.

She pushed their leg and the two fall on the grass.

Restoring their balance, Bloodhound leaped on the skirmisher and knocked her out.

"One squad... down..."

they panted

"Good job, " Pathfinder congratulated, "We're getting closer to the cham- Oh no! The Ring is closing!"

The hunter saw the giant wall of fire approaching quickly in their direction.

They hissed and started running right away, Pathfinder waiting for them.

Further away, Revenant's blood-red silhouette got smaller and smaller the further he ran.

A hundred knives pierce their lungs with sand rubbing their throat.

Their glasses clouded like in winter, while the breathing mask failed to provide enough oxygen to sustain the prolonged effort.

Bloodhound abruptly got grappled and pulled towards Pathfinder, who took them under his arm before they blacked out.

Part 2