[h1][b][u][color=ed1c24]Cain End'rana[/color][/u][/b][/h1]

The dark-haired fugitive continued to run.

And run, he did.

And run

run

run.

But this time, he was not running from something; he was running after something. There was a difference between being chased and being the chaser; every sinful thing knew that by pure instinct.

How much longer did he have to run...?

Cain's eyes fell upon something getting destroyed in District 7, the district he had just entered. Actually, there were lots and LOTS OF EXPLOSIONS-

"[color=ed1c24]...What the fuck,[/color]" he blurted out, his eyes wide and twitching as he immediately took out his blade. Jumping off of the building he was running on, Cain skidded across the streets as he remained still.

[h1][b][u][color=82ca9d]Bang Constantine[/color][/u][/b][/h1]

He was called cute.

He needed to worry about his internal organs blowing up.

The [b]city[/b] was going to blow up.

[i][color=82ca9d]Well, this city sure is lively,[/color][/i] Bang thought, wondering how on Earth he was going to reach a height of 180 cm before he died.

But then it struck him.

That now was definitely not the time to plan out milk-drinking schedules.

"[color=82ca9d]I... have a friend over there,[/color]" Bang said, telling the feminine illusion as he pointed at the cafe. "[color=82ca9d]And... I am going to help him out first. Because he is a good person. I like good people.[/color]"

Though his Japanese was not the most fluent of all speaking abilities, his point was quite solid. He was going back into the cafe.

Bang rushed into Mocha Dreams. There were very few Clowns left, but those who stood seemed to have more combat potential the other Clowns who fell early. Without any hesitation, the boxer ran past the Clowns, presenting a remarkable running speed while maintaining quiet volume. He rushed into the kitchen.

Bang rushed into the kitchen and found a crapton of blood everywhere.

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[h1][I][color=82ca9d]ABAFH[/color][/I][/h1]

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The boxer blinked.

Currently, Sasuke had just activated his Rasengan and was about go ham on someone whom he expressed romantic interest(???) to, and the maid that had served Sasuke suddenly looked as if she were about to kick ass. Lots of ass.

So many asses that he could not count.

Actually, if something were to happen in the kitchen, then everyone's asses would be held at stake. And it would turn into such a global ass-kick, all of those porno sites would lose their meanings.

Without further ado, Bang jumped in front of Kei. Of course, that meant something more than just his ass could possibly be torn off, but one ass was better than lots of asses.

So many asses to protect.

"Sasu- Susa-," Bang stumbled to find Sasuke's true name before speaking in a stern, yet monotone voice,

[h3][b]"[color=82ca9d]Sasaki.[/color]"[/b][/h3]

The dark-haired man clenched a fist. The bloodlust behind the giant's eyes were unfamiliar; and that meant that something was up. Simply standing would definitely get him beaten up- or worse, killed. But he trusted Sasaki; and he trusted that what he was about to do would work, and that he would be able to save his friend...

...'s ass.

Should Sasaki turn out to meet Bang's current tension and barge forward any further, Bang Constantine would finally decide to use one of his wild cards- and it was no ordinary boxing punch.

"[color=82ca9d]We gotta get out of here,[/color]" Bang uttered to Sasaki, still prepared for a counter strike in case he was to be attacked.

[h1][b][u][color=ed1c24]The 7th[/color][/u][/b][/h1]

Eventually, the 7th ran out of ammunition and began reloading.

He then realized something was up, but he could not tell what it exactly was. Glancing at one of the open windows, he fired a few more magma rounds at Kishiko and Yuuma.