[u][b]St. Peterburgh, Russia[/b][/u]
[i]Midnight // JANUARY, 23[/i]

Julius finally grew tired of the robots. They weren't showing anything new, just blindly charging at him now. Their thrusts were dodged easily, either by slight body movements or just 'falling' into the shadows. They had kept up with his base speed, but he was moving faster now. His body literally blurring and they looked like they were moving in slow motion. His shadow had been covering him this entire time, but now he was actually using it, amplifying his move speed, his strength, his reflexes were already supernatural when it came to melee combat.

Another thrust came and he flicked it to the side, bending the spear before grabbing the robots arm. A pulse of power and he tore it right off. The other Gardna were thrown back by a wall of shadow as he took on the 'captain' of their team. Tossing the limb aside he tilted his head slightly. [color=red]"You have good information on some of us it feels. But my imagination is my limit. You can't win."[/color] He said to the puppeteer as his body blurred again. Dents appeared all over the front of the robot, its joints bent the wrong way as he moved. Dismantling it in a rather brutal fashion.

He reappeared behind the Gardna with his arms stretching above his head. He was one of the most physically capable of the Promised Children, being in the process of becoming a master of all things medieval weapon and sufficient in hand to hand. The Gardna barely registered as a threat in a melee confrontation, he had just been testing to see what they could do. They were like poorly programmed puppets. The wall separating him and the other three Gardna vanished without a trace as he just waited for them to come to him as they blindly would.