[center][h2][color=5365E7]Nahobino[/color][/h2]
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[color=5365E7][h3]Kurumi Amano[/h3][/color]

[i]Whoops, haha![/i] That was NOT what they had intended. [color=5365E7]Seth[/color] had just landed a bit too sharply, predatory, icy glare sending a chill down the spines of the thugs. Its roar was deafening too, its tail tripping over a couple of the thugs with a less than graceful swipe. With the debris flying everywhere and crumbling on top of everyone else, a sharp pang of worry shot down their chest, heart dropping. They didn’t want anyone to be wounded, and that would have been entirely their fault!

[i][color=5365E7]Seth, I didn’t say BREAK THE WHOLE ROOF![/color][/i] Nahobino takes a deep breath, making a solemn prayer that hopefully nobody was hurt in this endeavor, and nobody was [i]too[/i] mad at him. The Proto-Fiend dismounted the pristine Egyptian God in a hurry, in the hopes that he would be able to salvage anyone in imminent danger. And if his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him—was that a revolver in the Chosen’s hands? Lo and behold, it [i][color=5365E7]was![/color][/i] Nahobino’s heart froze and his eyes widened. They had [i][color=5365E7]zero clue what was even going on,[/color][/i] and that’s what made the situation even more tense for them. The Chosen Hunter possessed a gangly blue face, and maintained a sour expression through the investigation of the “thug”, akin to the image of biting into a lemon and unable to take the bitterness. However, before he can register anything else, on top of The Chosen Hunter’s comments on his dragon—[i][color=5365E7]he’s not oversized, he’s perfect, thank you very much,[/color][/i] the roof collapses once more and someone falls through. In a panicked shriek, Nahobino’s long, feminine lashes billowed at the man he now held in his slightly muscular arms. Never before had Kurumi noticed how time was so much like water; that it can pass slowly, a drop at a time, freeze, or rush by in a blink. At this very moment, time was moving like a jet. At a loss for words, instead of looking at all surprised, as if used to this happening, his blue lips remained an uncharacteristic grim line as he held Bardock, looking..

[i][color=5365E7]Unimpressed.[/color][/i] They don’t say anything, just.. rather.. looking at the Saiyan. Talk about awkward. They didn’t talk very much.

He turned around to see Cole still holding his own. He needed to help him—but for now, he had to deal with saving this civilian from the Chosen’s wrath. 

 [i][color=5365E7]”NO! DON’T!—”[/color][/i] Nahobino screamed, dropping Bardock and assuming a combative stance, morphing his hand into a laser blade and bounding off for who he assumed was the enemy with a lethal slash. A demon, killing a human. But it was too late, gunshot resounding in his ears, and blood splattering on the floor as the corpse fell, lifeless. Traumatizing. As soon as their blade went to connect for The Chosen, they could be slapped or blasted away very easily due to how jumpy and nervous they were, luscious locks fluttering in the wind behind him. They didn’t.. really think their attack through.

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