Kyuzo watched at amidst all of the carnage, as bodies just started dropping.  Part of Kyuzo was upset, that animalistic, primal, raging ork that wanted nothing more than to just walk through paths of enemies and gun them down until his rounds were out, only to start walking into them with his sword.  

Then there was that logical, rational side of him that recognized this was easier, safer, and it saved bullets.  What it DID do to him, as he watched backs snap, limbs contort, and bones snap, was take a bit of comfort in the high end chrome and software he had.  Cutting edge ware from Ares and a shit ton of nuyen dumped into him after it made him happy.  

He didn’t trust Traction, or any decker.  And would he be able to stop a full blown assault from someone like her?  No.  But he had enough firewalls, failsafes, ICEs and custom ware in their to at least make even the most capable trixies struggle or maybe overlook one thing.  Hopefully, if that happened, it would be enough time for him to dump a magazine into whoever was working him.

Kyuzo moved ahead and into the room, putting a few rounds into those that were dying to finish it quickly.  He moved his gaze all around the room, letting his vision and HUD both work together, ensuring there were no more targets.  The fact that the facility was clear was emphasized by Recluse’s BLAST ripping through the building.  The noise dampeners he had running nullified the sound so that it was not harmful, but anyone else who didn’t have that luxury would be stunned and most likely have a nice ringing in their ears for a few hours.  

He was walking the perimeter at this point, knowing that ultimately, his job was done.  At least anything other than killing anything if it moved.  Not a moment later, he say an elf walking in, weapons raised in a non-threatening manner, which immediately told Kyuzo that he was a threat.  He took several steps and raised his weapon up to the elf while looking around to see what other threats were coming.  He didn’t fire, he knew the group was behind him, but if given the word from anyone, or at the slightest threat, he would open fire.

He wasn’t sure who saw what, but he knew at least Traction had eyes on him through his cyberware, and that meant it was most likely shared to all, so there was no need to speak.