[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Yzeira Yezia[/color][/h2]
[sub]Eldritch IV - Deep within the RoC Base[/sub][/center]
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	Before Yzeira could take another step forward, something sparked his attention. Another soldier? No, it was moving too fast. He turned to get a better view of the approaching entity through the compound walls, but as he spun, he heard the click of a pistol, and its owner's voice calling out to him. Bayonetta, the angel-slayer, was it? Or something far less grotesque, perhaps. Yzeira knew little about her capabilities or reputation, but forewarning forced the magical entity to assume the worst. He slowly turned to face her, flooding his body with energy in preparation for an attack. Bullets wouldn't be a danger if he could manage to focus on her weapon, but he had a lurking suspicion that firepower wasn't the only thing threatening his safety. Wait a moment, why did this feel so familiar to him? They'd met before, she'd claimed it to be so, in fact. But when? His memory wasn't very sharp when it came to faces or names, and they hadn't fought before. His forgetfulness drove him mad, but this little interaction would definitely refresh any details that had dulled since last they met. 

	[color=ed1c24]"I couldn't answer, Bayonetta. Likewise, your mundane image has sunk into the deepest recesses of my mind. I don't recall you being so... Little. For that, I suppose I should be apologetic."[/color] Yzeira quipped as he tensed the muscles in his right hand instinctively. It'd been a while since he'd stopped [i]bullets.[/i] Mach 2.3, if he recalled correctly. A respectable speed far within his capability to follow with those glass-like red eyes of his. [color=ed1c24]"I am only here to remedy this god-[i]awful[/i] racket, and I would see to it that my intentions remain undisturbed. I could guarantee that You'd find no victory in taking my life, but your affiliation beckons moronic principal. If you stand in the way of [i]peace and quiet,[/i] so be it."[/color] Yzeira stressed the bones in his left hand, forcing a thick red liquid to seep from every pore, and dance between his fingertips like blood. The spheres at his feet began to raise higher as well, slowly spinning around his torso in a ballet of chaotic energies, red electricity cracking between each one, and their caster's body. Of course, he would not be harmed by his own magic, being an extension of his corrupted magical network, but the danger was very real for anyone other than himself. Assuming they consisted of [i]matter[/i] or [i]energy[/i], anyways. Of course, to assume otherwise would imply they could not lay harm upon Yzeira either. After all, what harm is a [i]ghost[/i] without physical influence?

Yzeira waited patiently for Bayonetta to respond, or attack, with his entire body at the ready, and his eyes keeping tabs on his surroundings, to avoid falling under attack from yet another resistance [i]whelp.[/i]
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[center][h2][color=Blue]X[/color][/h2]
[sub]Eldritch IV - The Back Lines, Observing the chaos[/sub][/center]
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	X couldn't move a single joint in his body. The chaos was widespread, and death was fresh in the air. What kind of madness was this? Did the resistance intend to give up this much to take out their enemies? The war hadn't been kind to the poor, kind-hearted blue bomber at all. Zero was long gone, his life taken by one of those advanced gundam robots earlier in the conflict. Without his closest friend, the war felt as if it were already over. But he had to press on, there was no other way. So there he stood, charging his mega-buster continuously on the edge of the battlefield, waiting for the opportune moment to unleash his payload across the field of battle with precision. His Target? He hadn't thought that far ahead, but with so much energy stored in his buster-arm, whatever he'd chosen to aim for would find themselves in the wake of a massive blast of condensed energy.

	[color=0054a6]"Soon,"[/color] X murmured to himself, looking for an opportune target.