Vega
The gun's blasts echoed through the night, the bullets slammed down on the glass frame like comets! Fast, he had to act fast! He needed to use every limb at his disposal, he had to-
"Dad no!" "Master!" "Aaaaaahh!"
Smoke and shrapnel flew out of the back of the car. Somehow, riddled with the bullets, the cloth was spinning behind the window, flowing about. It sunk into Suerte's eyes, into her head. Until all she could see was the patterns of the cloth flowing. Until her world was filled with that flowing motion. These patterns looked just like her, years ago, a child watching her parent fall. Just like she made them watch.
And the cloth's shapes and patterns, shadows and motions, all seeped into her, until it slowly fell to the car's floor, revealing the terrified maids staring right at Suerte. And on their eyes, on the glass, was a mirrored reflection. That man should be bloody in his seat. However.
Pericolo: Using a cloth, he creates a defensive wall between him and his opponent that flows along their movements. Its hypnotic movements tick like a dance that is written deep into his foe’s psyche, and allows him to shift his position in a blink after moving the cloth to conceal him, allowing him to seemingly teleport once he’s out of sight. He believes it is the perfect defense.
Cadenza: A force redirection technique that is surprisingly simple. It consists of guiding his foe’s blows elsewhere gently, softly, using his hands. This causes the force to shift out of control. Naturally, it is the perfect counter.
These two techniques were Vega's ultimate shield. Using them to his fullest, even Mira might have fallen. Such was the might of the one who believed himself to be king.
But tonight, he would not escape unscathed.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Blood dripped down her ankle, like a faucet dripping on her foot. And his reflection became visible.
Stomach, left shoulder, inner thigh, foot, forearm... his body had been kissed by the bullets. However, in his hand were five of them. Five of the nine bullets that should have slain him. None of the car's doors were unlocked. And yet there he was breathing down her neck through his mask, blood dripping on the top of his car. But everyone else was unharmed...
As if he took these bullets to shield them. No, no one could have seen such a thing. A notion like this from Vega would have been ridiculous.
His hand was reaching out for her gun.
