12:42 AM.
Walking back into the warehouse Albert sees one person standing in the middle. A Japanese man with glasses and combed hair. He looked like he was in his mid to late 30s.
What was off about him was the stench of blood that even stood out in a warehouse of dead Yakuza. It was like it clung to his clothes and skin, there was even blood on his nice suit.
"So… Are you the one to kill my hands?" the Japanese man said.
"…No." Albert once again quickly points his gun and—
"You bastard!!!"
Albert couldn't move fast enough. He was to focused on the man before him he didn't realize Mirko was tougher than he expected.
Thud!!
"Gah!?!?"
—Mirko kicked him right in the back, sending him past the erudite looking Japanese man and into the back of the warehouse.
She kicked him so hard he went through a brick wall and slammed into the other one which made him tumble down the basement stairs.
CRASH!!
THUD!
"Ugh… Fuck. My back… Ugh!" His back was killing him. "I was… to focused on the target… fuck me. What a fucking rookie mistake."
He stood still and focused on where he was hurt. He then made his body focus on the parts that were damaged.
"Cough! Cough! Drip!" He saw blood on the floor from his coughing.
'Damn… I can't leave behind my blood. That was the core things I should never leave.'
"This is humiliating for someone of my caliber."
Albert rarely went up against Pro-Heroes, why? Because its bad optics and just in general it is a bad idea. He has gone after and dealt with Super-Criminals. The difference between a Super-Criminal and a Villain are rather paper-thin as it's on two factors their clothes and if they go by a alias… there is however another factor, if they are publicly known.
Albert looks around where he is to see a lot of occult stuff. A foul stench, the same one that was on the erudite man's clothing and skin struck him like a tsunami.
"Ugh! Fuck!" He covers his nose from the stench.
His body still not in shape to move from his injury just yet.
Back up in the warehouse.
"Mirko." Said the erudite man. "I didn't think Japan's 11th pro hero would be here?"
"Tch! So you're the boss here huh!?"
"…No. I'm not." He poked the air, and something shot Mirko's shoulder.
"!?" Mirko quickly jumped for cover. "Grr!! Dammit! Again!" she put pressure on the wound.
"Hiding behind crates won't help you." He pokes the air again.
Thud!!
Mirko heard the sound of the create breaking and she immediately jumped out of the way.
"I'll kick your ass!!! And I'll drag that asshole I kicked to the cops!!!"
"Tch. More annoyance."
As the man pokes the air Mirko jumps around the warehouse dodging where he points slowly getting closer.
Back in the basement Albert recovers enough to get up and walk.
He could even hear the sounds of battle up above.
"Ugh…" He walks around the basement, and he had a better look on the occult stuff.
He walked to see a grinder embedded in the floor with pieces of flesh and chips of bones around the area.
'What the fuck? What was this guy doing?'
He saw a very nice looking box on a table filled with paper work and other occult material. He walks up and opened it to find a big bone.
"A bone? Why is—Hm?" by the box was a piece paper. "…Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation?"
Vrr~
"!?" Albert felt a pull, his stamina felt a dip. "Why am I tired? Is there a gas here or—!?" He turned to see a glow coming from the floor.
A magic circle was glowing.
"Magic… No… Bullshit." He looks at the paper and then looks at the stairway. He could still hear battle upstairs. "No… I don't want to—" As he was gonna throw the paper he could see the red mark on his right hand began to glow.
'It's connected… Why? This… this makes no sense!?'
Something was telling him to keep reading out loud the words on the paper, it's like an itch. It's only getting more and more persistent.
Then a voice whispered into his ear. It was no some ambiguous voice but a female one that was calm, soft yet firm, and regal.
"Say the chant and escape your chains."
Albert quickly turned around. He saw no one as he looked around the room again. He did see something pale, small, like a flower petal, but he closed and rubbed his eyes to see nothing there. He gritted his teeth as he looked down on the piece of paper.
"Fine. I'll just deal with whatever comes out. Be it demon or a… demon." He took a deep breath and continued where he left off. "Let me be the color I pay tribute to you.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall upon the horizon.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.
Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled three-fold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling.
Oh hear my calling last dragon of crimson and ivory."
The magic glowed bright and a quick flash of light followed by smoke.
"!?" Albert felt a massive pull of stamina sap from him. "Ugh! Again…" He leans against the table.
As the smoke begins to dissipate, showed a young girl hovering in the air. She had long white hair wearing blue armor and a blue visor with glowing blue ascents. On her hands were what looked to be sword sheathes.
She looked like a small sharp fairy as she slowly floats up and over to Albert. She tilts her head and grabs his right hand.
"Servant, Lancer." Her voice was soft, yet it held a noble tone. She then began to kneel before her new lord, her new master. "Fairy Knight Lancelot, has arrived in response to your summons." She then looked up into Albert's eyes through her visor and made a sly but very charming smile like a prince would their destined princess. "Thou we may not share any ties, yet we can learn more about one another. Little by little."
His red mark then glowed briefly before dimming.
A soft and kind smile. A vast contrast to the level of threat that Albert judged her as—that was a lie.
'She's small but…' He was impressed, her introduction charmed him a bit. But her charm did not delude Albert of the presence she brought. As one who was brought up to engage in asymmetric warfare and several other forms of irregular forms of war with a rich pool of experience to pull from. 'Why do I feel like I am standing before a nuclear bomb!?'
Some bullets of sweat began to form and drip down Albert's back.
"Hm?" She tilts her head. "Is something wrong, master?"
"I um…" He quickly cogitate his emotions and brought it down to a lull. "I am a bit confused on this whole situation."
"I see." She nods, her hand returns to her side, and she stands back up with an air of regality. "Then let us return to your home." Her lips curled into a charming smile that could make any woman faint and any man's heart flutter. She also extended her hand out as if to ask for Albert's hand. "We may…" There was a subtle change in her expression. "There is battle here?" She looks above at as the battle between the erudite man and Mirko continues. "Stay here master I will deal with—"
"That's fine Lancelot." Albert grabs her shoulder.
The moment she turned he removed his hands.
"You are injured. I can smell your blood from your back and lungs."
She was sharp, unbelievably sharp as his own observations.
"Those will heal. Tell me Lancelot how strong are you?"
"I am very strong."
"Strong enough to pick me up with your small body?"
Even under her visor he could see her eyes squint.
"…I am." she said a bit peeved. She goes and picks Albert up and floats a bit up in the air. "See! I am very strong!"
"Fantastic! Alright can you put me down for a second?"
She lets him go and he quickly gathered all the paper in the basement and put them all in a pile.
"Master what are you planning?" Lancelot asked.
"I am getting every flammable thing in the room to burn this place to the ground."
Lancelot looks around to see the bloody mess and horrible stench.
"Master I can set this warehouse ablaze for you if you wish?"
"…You can? I thought you were a knight? Like swords and stuff?"
"Do not worry. I will explain later. Also master could I perhaps eat this bone?" she said floating over to the bone in the box. "I… I have an odd urge to eat it."
The bone that was used as the catalyst to summon her gave her a feeling that gnawed at her to eat it. To eat and let it be part of her.
"Go ahead. It isn't mine."
"Thank you! Master could you hold it while we leave? I wish to take my time with it."
"No problem."
As Albert goes over and gets the box, Albert heard a beam and then the sound of fire.
Bwoosh!!!
Albert saw a blue flame engulfing the part of the room Lancelot set ablaze.
"Master. Hold on tight."
Back in the warehouse.
"Huff!! Huff!! Huff!!" The erudite man was breathing heavily with his right arm broken with some bruises here and there. "You… Damn delinquent hero!!"
Smiling ear to ear Mirko stands in the top of a stack of crates. Aside from the injury in her shoulder she had several grazes around her body.
"Now that I know how your Quirk works I'm going to enjoy kicking your ass!" she curled up her fists and her eyes sharpened, and legs tensed up.
"Tch! I will—"
Crash!!!
Whoosh!!!
From the basement something shot so quickly up through the hole in the ceiling high into the sky.
"No…" The erudite man shakes. "No… No!!!" He knows this feeling, this presence. "I WAS SUPPOSED TO—Thud!!!"
Mirko struck the man's head with her leg with all of her strength and force, knocking him out instantly against a wall. He hit it a bit too hard causing his head to spill a bit of blood.
"Tsk…" Mirko looks up at the sky, and she only had one guess on who it could be. "He has a flight Quirk huh? But he could still hold me down… Tch. I will find you again and kick your ass." She looked down where Albert shot out from and saw a blue flame. "You really are a mystery."
She grabbed the erudite man and left. The only thing she got from Albert were two confirmed things. One, he is a man. Two, he has blue eyes.