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— Ikebukuro —[/center]

“I don’t care about drawing attention as long as I get the job done”, a small lie, though in this case Hibiki and the other girl had done most of the work. He stood for a moment to think through the situation. He didn’t know what the earthquake might have to do with the wolf, if the beast had been in the service of some god he could contact it might simplify matters… or not. Involving deities rarely made achieving an outcome any easier.

This helmeted rider seemed to have a much better grasp on the situation than anyone else did.

“Why don’t we all head to the epicentre of things and take the wolf with us. You didn’t say that it had outright attacked anyone yet, indeed, it appeared to be fleeing. So let’s let it take the lead and see what comes of it.”



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— restaurant —[/center]

Things had gone very quickly from a nice dinner with some new friends to something well outside of her experience. Things not proceeding as intended was certainly something that Ennisis had experience with but the alien looking monsters that could have just crawled out of a cheap movie set were utterly outside of anything she could have considered.

One thing she did know was that most things went down if you put enough holes in them, herself being an exception. And since she had not seen any other immortals or hommunculi that she would have recognized, Ennis had no reason to think that this situation would differ.

She drew her pistol from under her jacket and opened fire, deciding right away that her next move should be to take one of the alien weapons for herself. Next to an apparent ghost swinging a sword with inhuman speed and a tusked man that was annihilating things with his bare hands she felt a little bit under prepared.

This train of thought was interrupted as a blast took her hand and gun with it. She growled in pain and anger, sprinting the last few steps even as the mangled limb began to regenerate and jumped onto the tall, hulking thing. She ignored the breaking bones as it battered at her body, digging her fingers ever deeper into its eye sockets until the thing abruptly stopped its struggles.

With a hand that was unmarked by its recent destruction she picked up the dropped weapon, wincing at the lingering pain and memory of pain. Now she moved swifter, enjoying the light recoil and gratifying effectiveness of the weapon.