[center][h2][color=#0B002B][i][b][u]Noir Iridian[/u][/b][/i][/color][/h2][/center][hr]
She vanished, but he didn't doubletake, instead Noir noticed the flicker of motion where the outline of aura had been.

[i]Definitely her semblance.[/i]

There was the crack of gunfire and he reacted immediately, Chimera held before him, flat forwards, his run stopping, a foot going back as the impact slammed into his weapon. He gritted his teeth, sliding back several feet before stopping and lowering his weapon. Eyes narrowed he considered his options in a flash of rapid-fire thoughts.

She could presumably transport herself between visible imprints she left in the world with her aura. He wasn't sure if that was all her semblance did, but even if it was that meant he had to readjust to how he had planned to fight her. Typically he would close the distance and then lock his adversaries in a constant closing and regaining of distance, throwing them off by changing ranges while relentlessly attacking. Of course, normally he had Mezzanote, not so this time.

All of a second having passed he decided on how he'd have to deal with this new development. In short: Adapt.

He resumed his approach, accelerating to his full speed almost immediately and bringing Chimera up before him as he did, ready to intercept any further shots. Similarly, while some might veer away from the aura, he ran right at it, changing his approach so that there was a straight line that intersected the Remnant on its way to his opponent. When he was about 3 meters away from it he leapt into the air and began bringing Chimera into a position diagonally pointed down at the ground, the flat somewhat forwards. It was still in its compacted, sword mode.

[color=#0B002B][b]"Here goes nothing,"[/b][/color] he muttered.