Before walking through, I turned and gave Tsunade one last look, "Wait until they get into the backyard, let's not leave any dead bodies on the front lawn."
Tsunade gave me a smirk, then vanished in a shunshin, sighing and shaking my head. I turned around and walked through my portal and out into my basement. My heartbeat spiked upward as I slowly walked up the stairs of my home. Bringing a hand forward, I pressed a few button commands into the omni-tool and smiled as a light purple shimmer flickered over my windows and reinforced the rest of my home. Now, the only way for them to get in here was to attack through the only entrances and exits which were the front and back doors.
I slunk across my living room floor to hide behind the lazy boy and waited. I thought I would need to wait a while longer, but it was clear they already had things planned out. The door handle juggled for a bit, and then I heard scratches as metal on metal happened with the deadbolt. Crazy how this world had a bunch of masters and strangers, but the lock was still simple and easy to pick, I would need to fix that later. For now though, I grabbed the super shotty off my lower back and prepared myself.
I was under absolutely no illusions, I wasn't fucking Rambo, not by half. And the combat that I did see was from a distance as I shot at them with one O'five shells. The click of the door pulled me from my head, and I was ready for when it swung open. Two mooks came in like they were SWAT, one went left, and the other tried to go right.
Instead, he got dragon breath round to the torso, which was no longer a torso. Arms flew one way, the legs stayed stuck to the carpet, and I could see sizzling smoke waft upwards from the stumps.
"The FUCK!" The E88 skinhead states with shock, but I was already aimed at him. He tried to dive, but my boom stick didn't miss as I caught him in the left shoulder, shredding his entire upper chest.
And I was moving as all kinds of shouting started from outside. Standing next to the side wall, I peeked out the window.
"There he is!" An E88 skinhead yelled, and the others turned and fired off a few rounds that did nothing to my windows, force fields for the win, baby.
"You and you, round the back," Hookwolf snarled as he stalked forward, orders given to his goons.
Shit, I was not ready for him to come himself. Then I thought about it some more, I had telekinesis why the fuck was I being a bitch about things.
Steeling my nerves, I walked to the front door, stood there bold for the world to see with the lights on, and popped off two shots with my auto shotgun.
They were far too stunned to do anything but were also lucky because I was shit with a shotgun at distance. One hit the lawn, and the other shot hit the hood of a truck. This caused them to snap out of it and move to cover.
Hookwolf, on the other hand, was already transforming and running towards me well over a ton of sharp blades and bullshit powers. I also had bullshit powers because, with raised outstretched hand, I smacked him aside with my telekinesis fields powering my blow. Turning, I ran back into my house and waited on in the connection between the kitchen and the garage.
My wait was for naught as the sound of tearing metal had me turning around in a panic, knowing that a metal bastard was coming into my house that way.
The moment I turned to run was when I heard wood splintering as he tore down the door and got into my house.
"Ya piece of shit," Hookwolf snarled as he chased me down, the form he was in far too big for the hallways of my house.
I didn't give two shits, I was heading for the stairs leading my house's second floor. I booked it and never looked back, one foot in front of the other as I rapidly dashed through my home. I jumped and landed on the third step, then went for the fourth and fifth when blinding pain shot up my calf.
Then I was yanked down and back; something snagged the weapons on my back as I was lifted and smashed into the ground. Once, then twice I smashed into the stairs, then I was rolled onto my back, face bloody, and a tooth knocked loose. I could only chuckle when the snarling metal maw opened and stared down at me.
Ohh, that's not good.
Then I felt foolish before twisting my face into a savage grin. This was absolutely not my smartest moment, not my smartest idea yet, but I would and could live through this. Ole stab puppy though, he won't be living to tell this tale.
It sounded like grinding chainsaws as he looked at me, caution in his motions, "What's so funny?"
I yanked off the tape over the shaped C4 charges, and I could see when his eyes went wide, "SURPRISE, MOTHER FUCKER!"
CLICK!
BOOOM!
Hookwolf turned into a metal slag chunk of Nazi salsa as I held him in place with telekinesis, shaping the explosion around me even more. My ears ruptured from the sound wave smashing into me along with two ribs. The explosion had taken him up and off me while sending me into the subflooring of my home, but I was alright with that. I could complain later since I was alive even if I wasn't healthy.