[center][h2][color=cyan]Kanbaru Otoko[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
It struck the motorcyclist how active Miso city was. Like the pervasive rumble of drainage pipes after a heavy rain, her trek was accompanied by the clash of distant powers and the shifting of Nightmare hordes. Flush with choices she took to her fight's without any great commitment, side swiping masses of Nightmare and decimating them with potent spears of ice or sprays of fragmenting bullets in passing before dashing off to bigger hordes. 

The name of the game wasn't eradication. It was control, and breaking apart clusters before they built into an actual threat to their kind seemed a good  approach for one on their own. With the benefit of speed beyond her peers, it suited the Code Keeper just fine. 

[color=cyan]"Though I hope Chie has the sense not to start another fight. Luna was accommodating, but the rest...not so much."[/color] Kanbaru exhaled into her mask, words lost to the roar of her stead as she road from street to roof top, unseen save to the magically inclined. In the course of such a broad, sweeping journey it was only natural to draw close to a threat eventually, one that had her choking the brakes hard and careening to a stop as she ogled a vacant office building whose side now sported an ugly gash that sent shattered glass raining to the streets below. Kanbaru idly hoped no one was walking beneath it or there was going to be a truly gruesome corpse perforated against the pavement in a few seconds.

The rest of her attention was on the energies coming from the top, one familiar enough to be labelled Kiru-Kiru's, while the other was the sort of Light one would call holy in its radiance. Kanbaru dug out her phone and shot a text to Touka. [color=cyan][b]We've got trouble downtown, and Kiru is trying to punch it in the face. Help now.[/b][/color]



[hr][center][h2][color=slategray]Tsuruga Deishuu[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

She jolted in place, head snapping back with with alacrity as the door opened and Ami emerged at long last. Her cheek twitched as her partner pulled out her phone for a message Tsuruga knew she never sent and had deliberately done so. It put off this 'confrontation' just a little longer and she could take in the peace of the stoop without a care. That being why it's prompt shattering and even swifter hug left her wishing to crawl into her clothes and die of embarrassment for being caught. Caught doing [i]what[/i] was never the question, just a matter of awareness in her mind.

[color=slategray]"It's okay, I wasn't here long."[/color] She lied easily, despite nothing else coming so naturally when wrapped in an admittedly welcoming embrace. Tsuruga would curse their glorious leader for assigning her such a libertarian huger as Ami, even if a small part of her acknowledged she was in greater proximity to the brawler then she was her own mother. [color=slategray]"Really I'm fine!"[/color]

Her protests were as limp as her physical struggles against Ami's crushing hugging. It was a small consolation that her face was already red as a tomato from the cold outside or her partner would get funny ideas. [color=slategray]"C-Can we just go already? We don't need to bundle up when we're just going to transform anyway..."[/color]