[center][h2][color=#0B002B][i][b][u]Noir Iridian[/u][/b][/i][/color][/h2][/center][hr]
As Autumn began moving, leaving behind a figure of aura in her wake, Noir tilted his head and smiled slightly.

[i]Interesting...probably her semblance.[/i]

In a fluid motion the handle of Chimera swiveled in its mechanism, falling to the right till it stuck out just above his hip. He grasped its textured grip and drew it in one motion. A sense of freedom washed through him as he continued the motion, gripping harder and releasing the tension in the mechanism even as the speed of his swing suddenly went from a relaxed draw to a swift blur. Chimera whipped out, extending into a swordspear all at once, its tip aimed directly at Autumn in her roost.

As Chimera came to a stop his other hand was already on its haft and with that contact he twisted and then the sound of shifting gears was swiftly followed by a thunderous cry. The projectile fired from the long barrel of Chimera was traveling directly for Autumn, but that was just the start. The kick from the blast compressed the weapon back into sword form and it seemed Noir took that cue to jump into action, accelerating to full speed as he ran towards her in a straight line, his gaze locked on her position, lips quirked in a faint grin.

His teammates had chosen him, so it seemed that he would be [i]forced[/i] to prove their decision had been the right one.

The question was. How much effort would that take?