All Too Familiar

[Lubbock]

Lubbock smirked in amusement as the One Cut Killer leaped off of their transport, diving into the fray to protect the inhuman civilians from their predators.  It wasn't unlike her to put her own life between an innocent's and a blade, and it was less unlike her to swiftly deal with the opposition.  It was the latter Lubbock addressed in his head; usually Akame would go for the kill, having heard the non-human's cry for help and seeing the mutilation caused by these armored fiends... and yet she confronted the soldier with verbal judgement, as if fearing to take his life wrongly.

Lubbock quickly realized she was making a moral choice.  In their old world, they hacked down people, citizens and nobles alike, because they knew, from experience, how corrupt the world they lived in was, and they knew who the targets were.  In this world, however, anyone could be lying, anyone could be posing as the 'good guys' or the 'bad guys'.  Lubbock had to be careful where he struck, or he may be murdering a righteous human being under the guise of a bloodthirsty oppressor.

Alright, murdering must be kept to a minimum, Lubbock reminded himself with a barely audible chuckle, setting his sights on a wall of silver soldiers gathering around a cowering orc-like creature.  His steed's hooves hitting the flat earth, his gloved hands tugged sharply on the reins, drawing his steed onto its rear legs, kicking its front legs out at the enemy and forcing them into a pitiful, cowering crouch.  The assassin dismounted his steed and slung his wires out to his right, his feet slapping the ground and sending him into a graceful tumble.  The glimmering, silver threads latched onto the armored opponents, digging into the silver plating encasing their shins, and Lubbock yanked the threads towards him, tripping the group up onto their asses, allowing the young creature to trundle off over the hill, working her stumpy legs like a steam train.  The black beauty of a steed made the wise choice to step over the prone sun reflectors and lie down upon them, expelling the air from their lungs in one powerful press. "Good girl!" Lubbock commended the horse with a thumbs up and a wide grin, before turning on his heel and bolting back towards the battle.

Swinging his left hand behind him, the wire squealed in its spool as it whipped out and spun into a lengthy one-handed blade, a comical diamond-shaped point marking the tip. "Graaah!" One of the foolish tin cans growled as he rushed Lubbock with an overhead swing, and the assassin ducked in with a quick shoulder ram, narrowly missing the powerful cleaving strike, before plunging his wide blade through the soldier's abdomen. "If this were any other time, you'd be dead..." Lubbock muttered as he straightened up and kicked his opponent from his blade, blood pooling on the grass. "If I'm lucky I might be able to put him out of his misery..." Lubbock muttered sadly, a regretful frown on his lips.  A horrid, hellish roar tore his attention from the downed soldier, and his forest-hued eyes set upon a towering creature with muscles the size of horse-driven carts and flesh as green as the assassin's coat.

A sea of silver specks surrounded the monster, binding its limbs with ropes and spears, throwing various heavy projectiles at it and drawing horrid displays of gore from the monster's flesh with each blow.  And yet it never fought back, simply roaring and crying into the open air, accepting that this was its fate... Lubbock wasn't going to let that be.  With a spiteful growl, Lubbock flipped the threaded blade into a reverse grip and broke into a run, speeding across the landscape towards the oppressed giant. I might need Akame's help here... he reminded himself suddenly, but shook his head with a vow to protect the giant, peaceful creature.