Shinji
CRASH!! CRASH!! CRASH!! CRASH!!
"...Tails it is then."
Followed by the pouring rain of blows, the very earth split and shook, sending snow and dust blowing upwards and causing the battlefield to become even blurrier by the moment. And dashing forth from behind these tombstones, Shinji glared at the source of this storm. It may not see it yet, but his eyes were filled with recognition. As someone who lived many ages, he acknowledged silently that his target was one of the most brilliant he faced.
So he ran, as fast as he could, dragging his body by his pounding steps... faster and faster, avoiding the raindrops of this downpour of death.
Only for something strange to happen.
Behind the snow clouds, a red aura was enveloping his silhouette, his frame was growing slightly larger and larger. And his muscles were beginning to show through his clothes more and more. As he ran past one of the tombs, the gun in his hands vanished.
What took its place was a massive ax, rusted and rough, but whose black edge made no mistake.
It would cleave. And ripping through the cloud of debris, he leaped to meet his opponent from the side, this time accelerating even faster than a bullet, faster than sound itself. As if some invisible force was pulling Shinji in the target's direction.