"Wait... Why exactly are we after two pilots in particular again?" Kenny asked, adjusting his headset as he prepared to launch. He wasn't in his pilot suit - the rescue of these two select pilots was top priority.

"Ken here, the Murasame Custom is launching!" He then announced, sparks flying as the jet-like mobile suit was propelled into the thick of the battle. He could pick up the enemy's whereabouts quite easily, as it was a very powerful energy & heat signature compared to all the mobile dolls flying around. He just hoped he could get there before the Wraith was destroyed.

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[I]It's so cold... So painful... Why is it so dark?[/I] The sorrowful voice of a girl sobbed. Cronic, Calthorn and possibly Zerenis could hear her, but nobody else seemed to pick up a thing. They were connected, whether they wanted to be or not. It was Izumi, not dead, but very close by now. All she could do was reach out with her thoughts.

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The winged mobile suit flew up and away from the rail bazooka's stream of death, and was about to turn it's focus to the Regen Duel... But it noticed. It's head slowly turned to the Wraith Dagger. That pilot was still alive. It raised both it's rifles and started rapidly firing smaller beams in the hopes to finish the leafless mobile suit off.

"I told you to fall..." That eerie voice penetrated into Calthorn's mind, shortly after Izumi's unconscious crying.