The figure was seen coming down the road long before they ceased their movement. The appearance not yet discernable, yet through movement and the dimensions he could make out, it was inferred the person approaching was at least female or some type of variation. The ever-present smile on his lips seemed to widen even more sickeningly than normal; prey had entered the lion’s den and the beast was hungry.  His enhanced eyes focusing in more clearly on the woman as she approached, yet a strange undulation somewhat obscuring her features fully. Left hand gripping tightly to what appeared to be a long-barreled gun of what appeared to be antiquated design. Dark strands of ebon cascading over porcelain features in a well maintained manner. 

Strangely enough, even though she stood far away – Mitsu had this strange feeling that the temperature was getting…warmer? No….it was something else; the scent of Ozone burning – different from the odor his own aura generated on a constant basis – caused him a moment of hesitation. His body remained in the same position it had, with the man in white staring down the road at this new arrival – his arms still holding the Ratifiers at the ready. The mass of black that had dispersed around him had grown exponentially from its smaller mass moments prior, continuing to grow with each passing second. Eyes, sparking with energy, hidden beneath the fedora began to intensify as the accelerated neural process was intensified further as an Aura of heat expanded off of her form with a violent intensity causing the air between the two of them to amplify.

She spoke no words yet her stance of defiance told him everything he needed to know; she was here to attack him, just as he had been waiting to attack her. Two souls were now entwined in the dance that was combat. Violence became palpable on the air as the two combatants – separated only by distance – regarded one another further. Neither made a move, and that was boring! The strange smile hadn’t dissipated, it merely twitched for a moment as one of the two made the active decision to take the lead.

A blinding flash of light engulfed the man before an erratic stream of energy rushed forth from his face. Electrons were split from atoms as the bonds that connected them were cut coalescing into the form of energy rushing towards the woman. Whitish blue in color, the particles rushed forward, disconnected from similar atomic entities as the particles coalesced into a singular stream of destruction. The speed of the bolt fired would pass the 100’ distance in almost no time at all. When the stream of electrons reached the 70’ marker something different occurred. The stream separated and began to propogate into multiple different interconnected lines of energy – each spreading out in a different direction than the first, a Jacob’s ladder formed lancing out in a controlled way four more branches of discharge, each line separately arcing but remaining connected within the center threatening to impact against the full torso of the woman.

The strange manifestation of energy would rush at the female head-on, unknowing of a defense and uncaring. The sole purpose was for the outstretching branches that formed from the main bolt to encompass and overwhelm the woman with their powerful voltage and amperage. The attack's simplistic nature had killed many, but he was curious if the girl would go down as easy. At the same moment of the energies release, the sound of twisting leather would become audible for but a second, muscles beneath the well maintained suit pants were tightening as tension was built internally. The defensive field around his form remained erect and at the ready. It was time for the main event, and the show must go on.