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[hider=Mood Music][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btFJ451b_QA[/youtube][/hider][/center][right][h1][color=7B81B3]Kenshiro[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][hr][color=7B81B3]Mentions: [color=ffffff]Emily G. Reed, Kari Wilson,[/color] [color=f4eb93]Britney Williams,[/color] [color=6B8E23]Luca Olivera[/color] |[/color] [color=7B81B3]Direct Dialogue: [color=F08080]Evelynn Serenelight/[@NoriWasHere][/color] |[/color] [color=7B81B3]Location: [color=ffffff]Kari's House[/color][/color] [/sub][/right][hr]
[/indent]The life of a Dummy Buddy was one often fraught with danger and uncertainty. However, moments like this were better. It was like spending a night in heaven, or a fantastical lucid dream in which you could feel every single bit of passion and pleasure. Even the feeling of Shimmer air on its false skin made it writhe with internal ecstasy, so much so that it didn't even mind being the summoner's pet. It was glad to do as Kenshiro asked, and did as it was told. It smiled, kept a heroic face, and waited to be a simple anchor point. A bait and switch that could be necessary at any point in time. 
Kenshiro knew he could just swap places with a random chunk of air, but leaving behind an exact copy that gave off heat and energy made for a useful tool, especially in split second timing. For that faith, that he could be useful to a God in Heaven, the Buddy was more than grateful. 

He was happy to keep a brave face as others scrambled through the house. He stayed right where Kenshiro wanted him: Near the front door. There was shouting and yelling, something about someone called Britney. He was fascinated listening to their strange language he could almost totally perceive through passive absorption. The one called Luca was so close, the Dummy could smell the not-right blood in their veins. He wondered if that one knew they were dying.
But the thought was cut short. There was a wave of heat, and the dream ended. The Dummy awoke in its own world. Impact. Violence.

Kenshiro watched as the house was engulfed. There was no time to be mournful or reminiscent, as actions spoke so much louder than words in these trying times. Ken felt the need to release himself upon an opponent who would love to kill him just as much as he'd love to kill her. For all of them.

[h3][color=7B81B3][b]"Emily G. Reed!"[/b][/color][/h3]

Kenshiro's voice was leveled like a sonic boom, a telekinetic cone amplifying his voice to an incredible decibel. The pockets of air exploding in the sky diverted the hail of incoming crude missile fire, while Ken's body wrapped itself in a tight, purple shimmering energy. It was as if he was completely fading out of existence as the divergent pressure fields surrounding him whipped air into a spherical screen of purple static. This sphere quickly darted about the sky in a seemingly uncontrolled pathway, accelerating and decelerating in rapid fashion until it began to make a very clear b-line for Emily. 
Within the field, Kenshiro was holding his breath within the pressureless void as he did his best to control his ever-shifting mass and momentum in a bid to hit Emily G. Reed with so much weight and pressure that she'd never have the chance to move. With a struggle, one arm reached into his vest and removed a small band of copper. He was going to need every second he could get.

[color=7B81B3]"Haste!"[/color]
The copper wire fizzled out of existence. Beneath Ken's headband, a symbol formed in Purple that held the spell's energy. Three extra seconds of perception. The difference between life and death. With a moment, he slowed time to a crawl, catching Emily's silhouette in the back of the monstrosity before flicking and sending his entire momentum toward her and the back of the corpse beast. His hand reached backward, pulling an hourglass from a specially made pocket. It was covered in runes, and as soon as it entered Kenshiro's hand it began to glow a ghastly shade of purple.
From the sphere, he shot himself like a bullet from a randomly generated gun barrel, a massive explosion popping off a burst of purple energy in the sky. 

It was way too fast.

Unable to readjust with his second, as Emily's movements brought her out of his effective range with such a smoothness that even he was a little impressed. He was sent clear through the flesh beast's thigh, blowing a hole in it the size of a small vehicle before ultimately careening into the ground. Two dozen feet of subterranean tilling later, and the ground collapsed in front of Evelynn Serenelight and Amara King. Ken climbed from the Earth's open wound no worse for wear. His face met Lynn's, and for the first time in a little while, he smiled at her.
[color=7B81B3]"You're not a fighter... Kari wouldn't want you hurt, would she?"[/color]
He pointed downward toward the hole he'd made.
[color=7B81B3]"It's safer down there. Anything dangerous will go over your head. Your other option is leaving... I can make it happen. But you need to find Her! Do you understand? Even if she [i]is[/i] dead, you need to be alive to honor Her. Lynn Serenelight... Choose!"[/color]