Mia
Mia walked, and the moment her foot touched the ground spears of liquid metal were shot at her. They shot at blinding speeds, unsurpassed by humans.
But Mia was not human.
Her body moved, it spun and flowed, her blade dancing past the spears. Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, and cut. Her sword cut them all. It moved as if it was liquid, it moved as if it was light, swerving between spears and separating them from the rest of the metal.
Elegance and technique given form, a culmination of the killing arts of the blade crystallized within her, for she embodied murder itself.
And then she walked past as the now useless silver liquid, its connection to the man, the flow of energy animating it, was cut apart. It was not more then was it was. Repairable, but at the moment it was nothing more than mercury, nothing more than that metal poison.
And she continued walking towards him.
Suiren
She waved off the Lorenzo’s comment as she walked over to the area Butler suggested, and rapped her knuckle against it a couple of times before frowning.
“That bad huh?” She mumbled disappointed. Then without warning her punch flew out and struck the wall.
It exploded. There is no way other than that to describe it. The force of the punch struck the wall and it exploded. Pieces of the wall flew out into the parking lot on the other side, the now dislodged barred window frame smashing into a car.
“Well then Lorenzo, those are big words. Let’s see if you can back them up.” She declared as she stepped over the rubble and back into the parking lot. Completely ignoring the people that seemed to be scrambling and the others that seemed to start pointing weapons at her.
Crest
Crest scratched his head as Caedia shook her head in the universal sign for ‘no’ and turned to the white haired girl, the girl that kept looking at him with suspicion in her eyes.
Crest didn’t like her. She was definetly not one of the Saint’s Guard. To frail. But she kept looking at him, watching him. It was like she saw something no one else did.
And he really didn’t like that.
Rebeca
Rebeca kept watching that man. She didn’t like him; she wouldn’t let him hurt Aki. So she kept some of her focus on him at all times, just in case.
But then other thoughts hit her mind. Caedia’s thoughts of her appearance struck her mind. She was used to hearing thoughts about it, but not from someone this close, someone who was directing all their attention her.
So, in embarrassment her face went red and she reached out and grabbed the person’s hand. IT was callused, it was hard and worn, the palm of a fighter.
“H-hey. I’m Rebeca, nice to meet you.” She said, with her embarrassment obvious.
Just
Just watched as the woman drained some of her blood, some of her pure white blood, into a vial and handed it to Anatu.
Ya, he was taking that as soon as he could. She might not like him for it, but like hell he would let her drink some random thing’s pure white blood. That was probably not a good idea.
Then one of the other men spoke up.
"Thank you for speaking up," he said, with a small smile. "Than already introduced me but... you can call me Sarse. And you are?"
“Just” he replied with a slightly gruff voice, “I just have to check something. You’re not human right? At least judging from what that one said.” He said using his thumb to point at the one who just drained some of their blood, “So you don’t either, A) Eat people, or B) oppress them in any way, right?”
He doubted it, he was being fairly… normal? Although he had to check, he was also good at telling when people were lying. But still had to check.