[center][h2][color=DarkKhaki]Wolfram[/color] & [color=Magenta]Vera[/color][/h2][/center]
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Wolf was dumbstruck, freezing up at the sight of Bertrand... fracturing. 

[color=DarkRed]"Wh-...[/color] [color=DarkKhaki]what did I-..."[/color] He didn't even get to finish processing the sight before him before Bertrand unleashed a blast that left him staggered. [color=DarkRed]"Gah... rrrr!"[/color] And for the moment, his rage was rekindled. Human's didn't "crack" like that. They might have acted alive, but they were just some sort of golem. Servants of some bastard who wanted to take Andras. More importantly, they were still fighting back. He couldn't drop his guard.

They weren't alive... right?

If Bertrand was by some miracle back on his feet, Wolf made sure to fix that in a hurry, aiming to get the boy, [i]thing[/i], back on the ground. He stomped down on his chest to keep him still, though not hard enough to do much further damage... yet. Another distraction tore at him. He hadn't quite gotten back all his momentum lost when he'd feared he'd murdered someone.

He wasn't focused.

The littlest one, Darla. He could practically feel her fear. Was she... crying? Her body was just as broken as her morale. The one he was fighting had told her to run, not encouraged her to fight. If they weren't human, but disposable pawns, then why...?

[i]THUD![/i]

The head of Wolf's hammer crashed to the ground, as if he'd lost the strength to hold it aloft, the grip held loosely in one hand. The furious shimmer faded from his armor.

Vera saw this and swore under her breath. She stumbled to her feet and wobbled over to him, still clutching at her seeping wound.

[color=magenta]"The hell is wrong with you?!"[/color] She slapped the back of his helmet. [color=magenta][i]'Ow...'[/i][/color]

[color=DarkKhaki]"I... Uh..."[/color] Wolf seemed lost. From furious to dazed in a matter of moments.

[color=magenta]"You just gonna let them get away? Whatever is going on with them sounds real messed up, but you know what'd be more messed up?"[/color] She grabbed his shoulder,  her hand dropping away from her injury, and forced him to look at her. [color=magenta]"If your dumb ass were to let them take Alex because you felt bad for her kidnappers! Your sympathy can wait! Isn't she your friend or some shit?"[/color]

Yeah... that was right... Andras was a Vigilante. [i]He[/i] was a Vigilante. He was supposed to have her back. And here they were trying to take her right in front of him. And here he was losing it and letting them.

The burning shimmer returned -- more intense than ever.

[i]BOOOM![/i]

This time he [i]drove[/i] the hammer into the ground, letting it stick fast. He grabbed Bertrand by the hair and hauled him to his feet, aiming to put him in a headlock, with one hand grabbing the side of his face, the tips of his gauntlet-clad fingers digging in.

[color=DarkRed][b]"If you try to run, I will hunt you down..."[/b][/color] His grip tightened, fingertips puncturing whatever material they passed off as skin. [color=DarkRed][b]"If you hurt her, I will shatter you into pieces..."[/b][/color] And even tighter still, letting the cracks spread and spiderweb. [color=DarkRed][b]"And when I'm done with you, I will find your master and I will [i]tear him apart![/i]"[/b][/color] He looked Celine directly in the eyes, no mercy being betrayed from behind the helmet. [color=DarkRed][b]"Let. Go."[/b][/color]