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As Metanoia paused, confused by the villain’s sudden retreat, the shards of bone hurled by the angelic cape smashed into her. One pinged off of her helmet, nudging her head to the side as the shard of bone continued off into the distance, while the other bounced off of her chestplate, throwing her slightly off balance. It took her a moment to recover, and by the time she did so she found that the villain had already smashed through multiple floors and beat a hasty retreat.

For a moment, she briefly considered following the enemy cape. It could be a trap, though, and perhaps regrouping with the angelic cape and staying on the high ground to keep a lookout for the enemy capes would be a better idea.

Metanoia brought a gauntleted hand up to her chest, idly rubbing at the spot the chunk of bone had hit. The tiny bruise was already gone, of course, but it didn’t hurt to keep up appearances. Raising her head, she deliberately looked to the side of the angelic cape to avoid the master effect as she stuck out one arm and gave the other cape a thumbs up.

“Thank you for your assistance,” Metanoia said, her voice sounding as though two people were harmonizing as one. It was a bit muffled coming through her helmet that fully enclosed her head. “It seems we’ve forced them to retreat.”

As she spoke, she looked around, trying to see if the two enemy capes were visible down on the streets from where Metanoia stood on the rooftop. Meanwhile, she continued generating mass and strengthening her armor, letting the swords on her wrists lengthen and grow into two glaives that she broke off and clipped onto her back.