[center][h1]The Dragonfly's Wings[/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=00aeef]Foreign District, Tour Montparnasse, Streets[/color][/h2][/center]

As soon as Honda touched down he heard the enemy Berserker bust through the building like the goddamn Kool-Aid man, heralded by another projectile, a metal emergency door that threatened to cut the general in half.

[i][color=00aeef]Am I sure this isn't an Archer?[/color][/i]

Letting no time go to waste, he leapt up and corkscrewed over the incoming door. The door spun and crashed through the window of a restaurant before embedding itself in the back wall. Fortunately it was closed for the evening. Unfortunately that meant the breadmaker 
busy getting ready for the following days shift wouldn't be able to finish his loaves since he was now scattered all over the kitchen. The church would likely blame it on a gas leak. 

The barrage of sword swings came bearing down on Honda. Luckily he was ready. He rolled to the side, perpendicular to Roland's overhead swings and swung his spear in two wide arcs, targeting Roland's ankles. At the end of his last swing he used his spear to push off the ground diagonally, leaping back a bit to maintain distance from the Berserker.

[i][color=00aeef]Progress report Master?[/color][/i]
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