[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Yzeira Yezia[/color][/h2]
[sub]Eldritch IV - Deep within the RoC Base[/sub][/center]
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	A melody of chaos whirred from the sphere that separated Yzeira and Bayonetta as it climbed its master's vertebrae. She was fast enough to incite discourse in the atmosphere, but Yzeira's eyes caught the Umbra witch as she reappeared several feet behind him with intent to strike him down. The sphere at his back suddenly sprawled out, covering Yzeira with a transparent film of red energy, intercepting Bayonetta's bullets like a sponge, and scattering the condensed material in erratic flashes that exploded in web-like patterns. Yzeira followed the streak of black mass in his field of vision as her muscles tensed. Each step, flip, or pull of a trigger sent his synapses into full motion. He focused the energy in his barrier to disintegrate each bullet with deadly precision. Her onslaught paused for a moment as Bayonetta's attention was torn away from combat, even if only slightly. There was a chance. As Bayonetta stopped hard on her right foot, a spike of condensed energy shot out of Yzeira's left elbow as he reeled it back in one swift motion, striking out towards her calf like a cross-bow bolt. The void-powered mage slid his left foot against the ground in the same moment, flooding the ground at his feet with a dormant portion of his power before stepping back and away from Bayonetta as his initial barrier dissipated into harmless arcane residue.

	That's when he heard, and saw, the clown-like teenage boy zip through the room even faster than a bullet. Mach 6? 7? It didn't matter. He hadn't gotten close enough to Yzeira to threaten harm, so there was no need to react just yet. But as he stopped, and thanked the nearby ethereal being for its assistance, the vigorous lad pointed at his back, uttering a statement that almost broke through Yzeira's exterior with how absolutely [i]preposterous[/i] it sounded.

	[color=Yellow]"You're outnumbered and surrounded. Surrender, and maybe I can convince command to give you a cell with a window."[/color]

	Yzeira grunted quietly once he spoke, still focused on his aggressor, Bayonetta. The audacity of this clown reminded him of Rajaka. Where was he off to, anyways? That musclebound oaf was definitely on eldritch, he'd seen to it himself that his allies were close at all times. But where? Whatever. Yzeira ignored Kid Flash's '[i]bargain[/i]' and dedicated a portion of his mental fortitude to tracking his movements. He was faster than Bayonetta by a great deal, and if Yzeira wasn't careful, that little twerp might just end up slipping through his defenses.

[center][h2][color=Blue]X[/color][/h2]
[sub]Eldritch IV - The Back Lines, Observing the chaos[/sub][/center]
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	X glared at the strange visitor momentarily with profound confusion poisoning his train of thought. He went on about some nonsense regarding cotton candy for a brief moment, dodging X's question in its entirety before vanishing into the battlefield [i]on[/i] a puff of air. What a peculiar entity. The reploid's mind stirred with imagery of insane mavericks, at ease with the discourse they'd caused, or indirectly encouraged. That man was trouble, whether he'd looked to encourage further conflict or not. This battlefield was no place for an [i]insane[/i] candy scholar, or whatever the hell he'd fancied himself. With Corban gone though, X was conflicted on what his next course of action should've been. With his range, he could continue to take out various defenses that infested the mountainside neighboring Shinnok's base. He wouldn't have to stand anywhere near the carnage, at the very least...