RAGNA THE BLOODEDGE
After hitting Noel with Carnage Scissors, Ragna felt something behind him, to see the blond powering up in some way. The method eluded him, but what didn't was that she was about to attack him. Unsure of how, he threw up his barrier with a hand up.
There was a bright flash of light, no longer than an instant, and Ragna felt pressure on the barrier. If his hand hadn't been up, he may have been blinded too. He looked at her again, but it didn't seem likely she was going to attack again.
Then, a nasty sensation crept up his neck. A feeling, a hatred, a fear so ingrained within him it was his first reaction to erase its cause.
He jerked his head around to find the Kusanagi unit, that damn face, having set up some of her steins, a clear look of disdain in her eyes.
"You..." he grumbled, before it climbed all the way into a roar. "You piece of trash! You, wearing that face, using those swords... you're not going to take me down! Not again!"
He reached down with the azure, its dark power pulsating, and ripped a being out of the ground. It was massive, a monster twice his height, and half a dozen meters in length. It looked like a beast's head, made purely of darkness and teeth, and creeped forward toward the incoming barrage with its maw wide, as if it were to eat the shots themselves.
"Dead spike!" He yelled as he pulled the monster up.
He wanted to dash in after it using it as cover, as was one of his tactics, but the small, also numb part of his mind that was reason noted that he couldn't with this. The Kusanagi wasn't alone, it has support from that blond haired girl, and that...
That... spare.
Biting down the anger, the desire to destroy... Ragna ran from the shadow he'd produced, making a beeline for the store's closest unguarded exit, its glass panels.
