Futen was observing standing a few inches off from the battle. His sword up and raised in a defensive position he was watching, watching for holes and openings he was doing what he did best. He was trying to see how the ticked, and when holes were being formed. It was hard to do of course at the moment his head was pounding and he was angry, angry at the wonder twins and their impeccable timing, angry at the Romanians who were forcing him down a path that he wasn't sure he wanted to go down, angry at himself for not being able to save his friends, angry because they took away his friends. Anger clouded the vision and the brain and he tried to concentrate as he watched Bre and Fox seemed to at least be dealing with Fury okay. But Freight keep on moving in and interrupting them, she had to be occupied for a little bit. He caught a flicker with his eyes and he saw Fright appear back in sight again she was fast, her scythe was raised in an upward positon and it began to glow he turned his head and saw where she was aiming at E.G still by Ice. A barrier couldn't go up fast enough, and Futen didn't think Ice would appreciate getting hit again. And so he broke into a sprint running directly across as the crow flies, slipping through the battle against Fury dodging a wayward sword stroke as he did, Fright was bringing down her scythe as he got in the path. His coat was reinforced it could take some of the damage, or at least it was designed to at least. Turning so his back was facing the blast letting the protective bits take most of the blunt damage he felt a rush of wind come his way and then the cut of acids and glass against his skin. Gritting his teeth he stood there looking at E.G and Ice with an expression of [/I]"well yes I'm a big idiot hero".[/I] As the blast resided and he heard Fright cackle he let out a breath the jacket took most of the blow but his back felt as if he had just been aggressively rubbed against sandpaper and cut running from behind his left ear around to the eye hurt just a little bit more. But it was nothing too terrible, he would live through it at least for now.

He was still thinking, calculating, planning in his head as he turned around and raised his sword watching Fright in the distance seemingly flickering in and out of existence as she raised her sword again for another gust of hellish wind. His mind went back to the last fight, when E.G had been able to hit her it was with a spell, it was instantaneous, they both show grand reaction times but they could still mess up they were still human. He had to make sure first and so he did something that from a bystander point of view would be suicidal he chucked his sword spear style down range and Fright. Fright who was in the middle of charging her attack broke out of it and with a flick of her wrist deflected the sword as it fly away. It was as he had thought she had a way superior than normal reaction time but it did still take her a moment, a moment to register. A moment was all one needed... But he was going to need to go faster..... Smiling he had an idea as he called out to the crazy woman with the scythe

"Oh is that all you got? Don't want to sound misogynistic here or anything... but you hit like a girl!" With the grin of a madman he took off his jacket it was already torn to shreds but the thick weighted material had been slowing him down anyway it vanished it into a cloud of data. Now he only had a simple Sarashi covering his upper body the cuts that he had just taken shining brightly on his skin digital pixels leaking away. He was still too slow maybe if his head was clear or he was not injured he might of been able to just run at her. But there was always other options. Quickly he brought up his radial menu. Fright was standing perplexed and amused as he did so, wondering what he was about to do. As he brought up his summoning command he also quickly typed a message out to E.G that said simply "I need a shield, as highly charged and unstable as you can make it without it collapsing immediately. Tiny, maybe somewhere discrete like the palm of my hand or the small of my back in size. You will know when to collapse it." There was a reason shield were kept at low levels to absorb more simple attacks. The bigger and more powerful the shield the greater the chance of the summoner losing control and creating a fireball of death within anything close to the person it is casted on. Not a problem for them really they might get a few minor burns but anyone next to them well that was a whole other painful situation, not enough to kill but defiantly enough to knock out.

Futen finished entering the summoning prompt moments later and a bright light appeared next to him taking form and shape. Data transforming and molding until in front of him stood his newly issued GVN motorcycle from last time. He smiled as jumped on and almost instantaneously floored the accelerator heading with ramming speed at Fright. He had a huge grin on his face as Fright eyes widen with shock she vanished and reappeared a few feet to the right charging another attack. Adjusting his course he pushed the bike faster. Fright released her attack this wind glowed orange and red with the flecks of molten glass and embers raced at him pressing his body as flat against the bike as he could trying to use at as a shield. He still felt the burn, the burn and the pain and fought the urge to pull out, fought the urge to scream. He was to be the stone unflinching and never changing its course. As he neared her she lashed out with the scythe and hit a tire with the resulting blast, popping it and sending Futen flying forward off the bike like a missile straight at her. She raised her scythe swinging it to slice him like cheap deli meat while he was in the air. He curled into a ball pressing his body close as the blade neared his head. Because of this it missed his neck and came down instead to the right landing firmly in his forearm. His body jerked as he landed the blade digging deeper in.

Fright laughed as she looked down at the boy below her covered in cuts and slashes her scythe one movement away from ripping his right arm in half. But why was he smiling, why was he smiling?! Both of his hands grasped the long pole of the scythe as he pulled himself upward and forward feeling a sick pop as the blade tore through skin and muscle and popped out till he was standing leaving a nasty looking gash in his arm right where the bicep and tricep connected..The Blade was behind him and he was about two inches away from Fright now. Closing in her dropped his hold on the scythe and wrapped both his arms around her in a tight bear hug. He couldn't give her any means of escaping, and he better finish this before he passed out from the blood loss. He whispered in her ear two words. [I]"You Lose......"[/I]

"E.G BLOW IT!" And he braced himself as he felt the small shield begin to ripple and the energy expand outward and he waited for the boom. He had faith in E.G that he did not just let himself get stabbed for no good reason.