[h2][center]Jin Kisaragi[/center][/h2]
The young woman's response to his bluff caused Jin to mentally berate himself. Things hadn't gone as he had hoped they would, obviously enough; given the initial introduction, he had expected her to act more like Noel than not. That being said, though, something was clearly [i]off[/i] about his body compared to how it had been right before that forced transport. It was almost as if that weakness that had been shackling him ever since the Terumi incident had been removed—no, more than that, even. But given the current situation, he was in no position to muse over that; if anything, combat would be the greatest indicator if anything had changed.

"Very well. A duel it is, then," he stated calmly before quickly drawing Yukianesa from its sheath. There was a blinding flash of white as the blade of ice lashed out at Youmu, but Jin immediately followed up the strike by attempting to close the distance and striking out with a slash aimed to trip his opponent.

Killing someone now would be far from ideal, of course; the only goal he had in mind was to incapacitate his opponent so he could make her speak. Given that he was moving almost as if he was in his prime, Jin silently came to the conclusion that whatever had caused this incident had also restored his fighting power.

[i]"Probably for the best; I would hate to act as a simple civilian in a scenario like this."[/i]

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[h2][center]Yukine Chris[/center][/h2]
"Alright, I'll leave this to you," Chris said, placing a hand onto her friend's shoulder as she moved the other way towards the fleeing crowd. As she did so, the young woman grasped the Relic around her neck and recited her own chant in turn.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HzolsShDhs][i]"Killter Ichaival tron."[/i][/url]

Just as Hibiki had, Chris had donned her own Gear—though for the moment, her weapons were inactive.

"Alright, everyone inside this arcade right now, keep moving! The exit's that way!" she shouted, her gaze turning towards the upper floors of the building before realizing how likely it was that there were other people upstairs.

"I guess I should head up—" she began to say before seeing that Hibiki had launched the not-Tsubasa into one of the nearby claw machines. There was a bit of exasperation on Chris' face as the lookalike slowly crawled out of the wreckage, the plastic and metal making up the machine falling off to the side as it did so. At the very least, its attention seemed to be wholly focused onto Hibiki now, which meant that she had the leeway to tray and get everyone on the upper floors to safety.

"Oi, keep her on the streets!" Chris shouted before dashing to the next floor. There were a few people glancing about in confusion, unsure of the current situation, which itself was... To be expected.

"Alright, everyone! I want you to gather around this stairwell and prepare to move out of here once I'm back here. Are we clear?!" she declared before moving up the building again. While the probability of the arcade collapsing was infinitesimal—after all, Japanese architecture was built with earthquakes in mind—it didn't hurt to try and get them out in case the not-Tsubasa tried to summon a giant sword to cut through the building instead.

As Chris continued to move about and try to get the other civilians to safety, the shadow Tsubasa silently held her blade ready before bringing it level with her head. There was a moment of pause, though, before it opened its mouth and began to... Sing?

Unlike the Tsubasa that the Gear users knew, whatever [i]this[/i] was had a voice that sounded less like a human's and more like a Vocaloid's, complete with autotune to correct what would otherwise be relatively uneven singing. That being said, though, it seemed that this 'song' (if it could even be called that) was close enough to one of Tsubasa's own to at least bring her speed up a little. That was made evident, of course, by the fact that she immediately began to dash towards Hibiki, her sword prepared to make another attempt at cutting through the one in front of her.

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The figure that had attacked Abigail remained expressionless as a multitude of tendrils of light sprang forth from seemingly out of nowhere, and the weapon in her hands clashed against them for a moment before she decided to swing a few more times, just to see if she could break through. That, too, failed, and after a few moments she took a step back and simply raised her weapon...

Only to simply stab it into herself.

The blood that spurted out of her coated the weapon in short order, and soon the blade was lit ablaze in flames. With that in hand, the figure took to striking at the tendrils once more, with a more noticeable effect than it had been up until then.

The battle with 'Chrom', on the other hand, was progressing in a different manner. Though Robin had struck out at him with a spear, the blue-haired man simply pushed off to the side at the last second, rolling under the attack instead. The dragon of ink that Owain had sent out, on the other hand, struck its target's back cleanly. There was a visible gash through the armor that he wore now, revealing an open wound that seemed to be at times bleeding flesh and others some sort of dark energy. Even so, 'Chrom' remained unfazed by the wound and lashed out with the Falchion in his hands, aiming at Robin's extended arm in an attempt to cut it off.

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