Cyne observed Ducaelia as she moved in and half-wrapped around him; he was still smiling and seemed pleased that he had her attention. Unlike on the [i]Legion's End[/i] where he was more focused and professional minded, Cyne was looking forward to the fight ahead of them and he felt glee in that fact. If anything, he was in the moment; he was pumped.

[color=00746b]"Can't share with an odd number, unless one of 'em has a heart attack,"[/color] replied Cyne and he tiled his spider-esque sensors to the fifteen guards whom had spotted them had had their weapons raised and pointed at them.

Cyne wasn't sure when or how they were spotted but in the end it benefited them. With the facility they were in as big as it was, it would've been a chore to scour around each structural corridor and pipe just to snuff just one of the guards out. Now that they were all condensed in what spot and notably nervous now that they were being forced into combat, it made things all the much easier.

He regarded Ducaelia only briefly before stepping off the catwalk, [color=00746b]"try to keep up,"[/color] Cyne was then in freefall with his HF blade drawn. Thugs shouted to one another and took aim at Cyne. But they were seconds too late as he vanished into thin air. 

In that moment, the guards became stumped but also highly cautious, frantically looking for the intruder whom lunged at them, even as far as forgetting there was a second intruder present. The guard closest to the catwalk noticed something in front them him but found nothing there. That was still the case until his stomach ruptured into a spray of red. The unfortunate guard collapsed backwards though his upper torso came loose and separated from the waist down where his body was originally conjoined. Blood sprayed from both ends, further startling the thuggish men and women in the assembly. The nearest of them began opening fire in their fallen comrade's direction upon sighting something vaguely humanoid and coated in blood charging at him. 

The game was on now.