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Hm... hm... hm. The tapping against his mandible came to an end as he held his pencil an inch away from his bony jaw. The sound of a phantom tongue clicking as he tilted his head, studying and eyeing the much younger lady was the only reaction he handed to her amidst all the rain. There was an almost wistful stare as the red orbs seemingly threatened to flicker out of existence as he jotted down the way she reacted as well as some other things in regards to her words.

Flipping a few pages back, the life returned to the seemingly lifeless skeleton's eyes as they rolled over a familiar name. [color=662d91]"Damn shame what happened to Noboru; wonder if anything was bothering him today,"[/color] he sighed, writing down a few things slowly, muttering to himself and the only one who was giving him the time of day as the two red orbs continued to focus on the cowgirl with the motorbike.

Of course, as soon as he heard the woman say those dreaded words, he spun the pencil between his hands and pocketed the notebook in his ribcage. Afterwords, he proceeded to press his alabaster finger against his forehead to the point where if he lacked any ki, his finger would of snapped like a twig long ago.

[i]He[/i] interfered and he knew it. His jaw dropped almost with the expectancy of him saying something, yet nothing escaped. Damn it! Just... ugh. Even with the murmurs in-between the crowds and them, there was an absolute territory of silence here that just grew even louder. Finally, after being immobile, his eyes fixated solely on the woman finally broke towards the gray sky as a short huff escaped his nonexistent lips.

[color=662d91]"I won't lie,"[/color] some semblance of wordings, lethargic and almost mute departed from his teeth as he began scraping his chin with the same prominent finger he could of broke in the process.

[color=662d91]"I'm no meteorologist, but I am rather certain that dark clouds do not materialize in the span of a few seconds after there hasn't been a singular one in sight for the past hour, aside from the wisps,"[/color] he suddenly spoke out, his eyes being drawn away from the horizon and back to the constantly rushing MAVERICK. He couldn't exactly frown, but he angled his jaw awkwardly to the point where it would probably dislocate in a human to articulate one at least.

His other index finger tapped on an imaginary prominence in midair, swirling from time to time. [color=662d91]"And it's throwing myriads of these MAVERICK personnel through a loop..."[/color] His shoulders were slack, composed against the rainy backdrop as more and more water began to filter into his skull. However, after some time, a roaring announcement was made, dragging the crowd into a murmur. His head perked up for the moment at the announcement of Kuromaki.

[color=662d91]"I would try to enjoy this next fight if plausible, Miss,"[/color] he muttered as he began to slowly reach into his ribcage... before pulling his hand away, opting to keep himself loose as evidenced by the opened hands and slacked arms. The skeletal head of his slowly twisted and turned, pulling off a 360 as he surveyed the area, attempting to discern any proper anomalies every few minutes.
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Wait.

As he overlooked the short... guy... or was it a girl? Katsuo was primed to throw out some flirty dialogue over his own techniques, but his anime senses were tingling as he raised an eyebrow up. While he did his best to keep the same bravado he had before approaching this albino person, something was nagging at him in the back of his mind - [i]where[/i] would he go with this?

Yeah, he was gonna have to play it by the ear instead.

Adjusting his original plan, instead choosing to retort thumb up with an award winning smile he thought would melt the hearts of many. [color=9e0b0f]"Well, yeah, but that's sorta th' point wouldn't ya say,"[/color] Katsuo asserted, followed by a hearty chuckle as he rigidly crossed both of his arms over. Tightening up his arms, he let one of his index fingers jaggedly wiggle around in a circular fashion closing one eye as he attempted to tighten his jaw.

[color=9e0b0f]"Things like this bring people together to show off their [i]amazing[/i] fighting styles; some need work like the last guy,"[/color] scoffing with a large grin plastered on his face, uttering something about being a century too early to fight him under his breath.

[color=9e0b0f]"But then y'get some professionals like me with unconventional styles and, uh,"[/color] he stammered for a moment, quickly twisting his head, eyes rushing amongst the nomads for a few seconds. Eventually he spotted [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/32/82/d2/3282d23e8e3081d1145fb1b65b55b28c--game-character-character-concept-art.jpg]someone[/url] who looked flashy enough - perfect.

His wiggling finger eventually came to a halt as he pointed at the robotic looking dude who seemed decked out with a dull shade of bronze with glowing cyan lights encircling parts of their arm. [color=9e0b0f]"So, whadda' 'bout you kiddo, what's y-"[/color]

Before he even got to finish, Katsuo quickly turned his attention the the announcer, speaking about some goddess of battle coming onto the stage next, going against what sounded like another chickadee. Questions flew into his mind as he tried to remain assertive and unimpressionable, looking up at the stands with a sense of boredom. These were the [i]really[/i] important ones, like how hot were they?

[color=9e0b0f]"... er, answer that after this fight, gonna study my opponents,"[/color] he freed both his arms from the coils they were in, shrugging with a small smile before pivoting to face the arena. Gazing over at the kid, there was a tinge of regret for outright ignoring the kid.

[color=9e0b0f]"I'm Ketsuki, Katsuo, nice to make your acquaintance,"[/color] he said, briefly looking over at the very pale boy before returning his attention, constantly tearing his head around to spot the two combatants.
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As the stadium was blown to bits by the unexpected arrival, the assailants continued to file into the remains of stadium at a brisk and coordinated pace, moving in groups with seldom a few units straying from them to pick off easy contenders such as civilians and a couple of unprepared nomads. The smooth and orderly landscape had been devolved into a raucous, caustically evolving landscape.

Dust and debris became a common staple of the area around them all, threatening to tear apart anything in any way possible. Rubble was reduced to either being cover or and unconventional weapon, albeit a desperate one for regular folk who were quickly brutalized when a team of the assailants filing in began to wrangle some of the panicked masses off, nomad or not before doing their best to quickly slaughter them.

The odor fared no better as the powder continued filtering and blinding those about, giving the new area a sort of grungy smell. Through the soot and dust, there were telltale signs of fire here and there as a mixture of smoke and debris clouded the air. As a result, the flames were barely noticeable, with the only easily distinct thing being the glowing eyes that filtered through the artificial fog.

The eyes were a fierce shade of blue, strong enough to put a water jet cutter at maximal power to absolute shame, yet lacked any tangibility. Smoke of a dull, similar color would usually escape their mouths when killed, adding onto the carnage of the clouded arena. This could be mistook for some sort of organized light show followed with some bland pyrotechnics if not for the lack of screaming, or [i]what[/i] those glowing eyes were "attached" to.

The stone monsters looked more like they would of functioned more as a centerpiece for someone who could afford grandeur pieces of art, with each of these monsters being chiseled with absolute detail. There was no lack of false seams on the stone pants of these creatures, and the hair some of them could be easily mistook for real hair as the design of them continued down all the way to a singular follicle. However, they all held something in common.

These invaders always had a horn or a few on their hardened heads. A few lacked any sort of blood, but most of the sharpened outgrowths were painted red with one or two sloughing off what looked to be a limb. However, the most peculiar portion of this all was that their faces were sculpted with a demonic, yet human feel to them. The muscles some of them sported felt like they would be rippling if flesh and toned bellies would of been smooth to the touch. Along with that, they carried what looked to be traditional Japanese weapons, or facsimiles of them.

What could arguably be confused for a larger lamp on a stand was changed into a makeshift katana, albeit a durable one; streetlamps had been turned into bo's. Much to their credit, most of the assailants were wielding clubs with spikes along the blunt ends of it all, made up of a combination of mismatched, hardened materials. The crunching sound was one of the more prominent noises that penetrated the air.

Whether it was destroying parts of the former build or an unfortunate souls bones, the terror wasn't dying down. Harsh, primal roars of the civilians were intermixed with the grating sounds of the crumbling arena, making it sound like a metal stake was being driven into their chest and jammed up into their trachea. And despite the panic, MAVERICK personnel was managing a bit better, albeit with a few sustained losses and injuries, putting a few out of commission.

For the most part, many of them kept their cool in this situation, meeting with their squad as quickly as possible, attempting with little success to try and move the crowds to them. The drones some had proved to be rather durable and invaluable, leading the invaders away with an assault of gunfire or compromising a few minutes of the monsters time when being grabbed long enough to allow their squishy, human conterparts to get some shots in before being chucked to the side, causing a few chunks of the machine to fly off.

...

...

However, even with the destruction of the stone beings, more seemed to take the place of their fallen brethren as an endless horde continued encroaching on the arena, constantly pressuring most of those within.

At this point, not being attacked, even briefly would be considered a luxury.