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[h3]Yon-Ging [b]☉[/b][/h3][/center]

[indent]Yon-Ging felt the weight of Detective Vell's words now. They drilled into his brain like tendrils, subsequently causing worry and caution. Even in the midst of the bloody conflict, which he now went helmet-less in, his eyes bore that timeless apathy. As if nothing matter. And yet, he fought as if everything depended on his survival. 

A half-dozen burly screams and wails weren't completely silenced but muffled as he zoned-in on his next opponent. A grey creature long-legging its way towards him. He rushed in, noticing out his periphery a silvery being lunging up. The moment he met the charging creature, he drove his blade deep into its chest, twisted them both around, and skewered its falling comrade. They were like kabobs before they vanished like glittering smoke.

Yon stood up from his fallen position and wiped the copper taste of blood from his lower lip. [color=gold][i]Foul creatures. They're certainly not made of flesh and bone. Are they some kind of subspecies of Heartless? I'll have to ask, Master Oniyen if I ever get the chance.[/i][/color] 

He put down the grey creatures one by one until he noticed a bear-of-a-man confronting a pink-haired reaper. The hooded figure from before looked young. Far too young to be commanding an invading army. The hulking man, decked down in the colors of a Royal Guard looked beaten. His armor was dented, torn in weak-spots, and ultimately defeated. Yet he knelt, shivering and laboring, with claymore in hand, ready to die to defend the Government Building. 

Yon-Ging ran up to provide support, a sweet scent was unnaturally in the air dancing alongside the unmistakable smell of blood. The Royal Guard looked Yon up and down. [b]"I won't reject your help. Just be sure you're resolved to die if need be."[/b]

Yon-Ging thought that [i][b]one[/b][/i] sentence had held such stupidity that he refused to reply to it. Instead, he pointed his chipped sword towards the scythe-wielding man, hoping the dangerous object would be a sufficient distraction. For in his other hand, hidden away by his side-ways stance was Detective Vell's handgun. [color=gold][i]Just one shot,[/i][/color] he thought. 

Gon-Yang had taught him plenty in that one year, things that were normally impossible. He'd reveal one of them now. It happened within a single second, he threw the broad sword and it spun unnaturally fast. So fast that light seemed visible with its every rotation. 

[color=gold][i][b]Strike Raid.[/b][/i][/color]

He had practiced that move for months on end. Told that only those truly kissed by The Light could use it. Gon said that his blood flowed thick, so surely he could do it too. Within the same moment, Yon pulled the handgun from his side and shot three of the six bullets it had. His aim was focused on the man's shoulder.[/indent]