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[center][color=848482][b]Cafe Dumonte
[sub]Somewhere in Switzerland[/sub][/b]
August 12th, Present day, Afternoon
[sub]Interacting with: Yoshi ([@Demon Shinobi]), Caterina [(@Raijinslayer)], Renato ([@Grey])[/sub][/color][/center]

[color=848482]Caterina's voice had disturbed him somewhat, putting Cyril in a somewhat more bitter mood than before. But Renato's voice only shocked him out of his doze. Yes, he had noticed the strange people approaching to his left. But his partner's scream only made him jolt in his place. Well that was unexpected. Those guys must have thought so, too, cause they bolted in the other direction. Something else that was unexpected was Yoshi's reaction to all of this. Which was, of course was to literally throw them in the direction of the fleeing enemies. His heart nearly stopped as he flew through the air, fearful that he would collide with the enemy or fall straight on his face. But, luckily enough for him, he landed on his feet-- not without stumbling a few feet forward, of course.

[b][color=C11B17]"F-!"[/color][/b] Cyril began to say, but then he realized he didn't have time to curse or huff at Yoshi's decision-making. Gritting his teeth together, he pulled a crimson-colored box from his belt before slamming his ring into it. In a burst of vermilion flame, his Box Weapon came to form. The kusarigama. It was strange to even hold in his hands. It was bulky, clunky, and it didn't even feel right to hold. Nevertheless, he swung the chain above his head a couple of times, trying to gather momentum. After a few quick moments, he released it, and it lashed out towards one of the enemies' legs. The chain and blade wrapped around the limb, digging into his flesh. The man screamed, fell to the floor, and slid forward with the sicking sound of skin and cloth scraping against cement. The other two swung around him, weapons at the ready. Oh, boy. This was going to be quite fun. [/color]