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[color=99ff99]“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase about not looking a gift horse in the mouth?” [/color]
This man had curious eyes, Gyro had to admit: Had he merely cast a glance over [color=6ecff6]Cole,[/color] he would have noted them as blue and nothing more—but to find the Golden Rectangle, he had to look closer. The [color=e3c634]perfect ratio[/color] he needed indeed lay in between brow and cheek—and behind those irises, an unmistakable weight of experience, and of power. He had seen that look in another’s eyes before: President Valentine, as he stood over him. The weight of the war, and the power of the Holy Corpse—not a reveling in strength, nor a weariness from the past. Just a confident resolution of duty. 
He could only hope [color=6ecff6]Cole's[/color] duty was more noble than the President’s. 

[color=99ff99]“I don’t believe in coincidences. In my experience, there’s a ‘flow’ that all things follow, trying to put them on the ‘right path’: It wasn’t by chance I saw your flying machine fall. It’s the flow of things, leading me here…And maybe, to my path.” [/color]
He tilted his head, cocking his brow. 
[color=99ff99]“Besides, it’s dark out now. Even an experienced explorer wouldn’t risk going out into the night in an unfamiliar land like this.” [/color]

At [color=808080]Sanford’s[/color] inquiries, Gyro chuckled. [color=99ff99]“You’re correct. This [color=39b54a]‘Steel Ball’[/color] is my weapon. If I was reckless, I could destroy my ear completely, or my shoulder, or cheek—just like how a fool with a gun may give himself a smack if he forgets about the recoil. But I am no fool: I’ve learnt to use the [color=39b54a]Steel Balls[/color] from a young age. I’ve spun it with the technique of a master—so long as I’m careful not to bump into it, it won’t budge or veer off course into me.” [/color]Slowly, Gyro rose up from his prone position, raising one knee and putting the other back. He steadied himself with both hands down onto the ground, casting his gaze across the rubble. 

[color=99ff99]“The energy inside the Ball is being dispersed through the ground, echoing out as vibrations: When those vibrations bounce off of something, it comes back as an echo.”[/color] His expression hardened, his focus clearly elsewhere—his voice sounded more as if he was repeating what he had heard than explaining it in his own words.[color=99ff99] “I can tell if something is there, how big it is, how far away it is…Then, it’s just a matter of identifying it from that information.” [/color]
He raised a hand towards [color=6ecff6]Cole,[/color] beckoning him back over. His gaze refocused, shooting a steely stare back at [color=808080]Sanford.[/color]

“There’s someone under that rubble,” he spoke low, pointing towards it but shielding his finger from the crowd with his cape. “It’s a person, definitely. They’re smaller than me: Either a woman, or a really scrawny kid. We’ve gotta get them out of there…But if we make a big fuss about it, everyone will just rush in and make a mess of it all, trying to be the hero—and they’ll probably spook Valkyrie, too. But if you get into position…I’ll use my [color=39b54a]Steel Balls[/color] to clear you a path, and you should be able to free them.” 
The [color=39b54a]Ball[/color] at Gyro’s foot stopped spinning. What was that he had before, about coincidences?

Reaching down for it, Gyro took the [color=39b54a]Steel Ball[/color] into his hand. He stood up straight, tipping back his hat. He had a clear shot from here.
He looked to the side, again looking at—not in—[color=6ecff6]Cole’[/color]s eye. The [color=e3c634]Golden Rectangle:[/color] A perfectly pleasing ratio, easily found in the human eye. The perfect angle at which to use [color=e3c634]the Spin.[/color]

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He inhaled, relaxing and releasing tension where it wasn’t needed. He held himself there, waiting for Cole and Sanford to get into position by the rubble. 

[color=99ff99]“Be ready. I’m letting it loose…”[/color]
One quick glance between his newfound allies. Then he reared back, twisted his arm low, and flicked his wrist forward. 
[color=99ff99]“Now! See for yourselves the power of [color=e3c634]the Spin![/color]” [/color]
In an instant, the [color=39b54a]Steel Ball[/color] rocketed forward like a great big bullet from Gyro’s hand. It whistled through the air, a mere green blur even to those with heightened perceptions—and just as quickly as it had taken flight, it collided with the surface of the rubble with a great crash. Yet, despite the tremendous speed at which it travelled, the debris did not crack. They did not even shift in place—instead, the [color=39b54a]Steel Ball[/color] kept spinning. It spun faster than the human eye could comprehend, scraping all along the stone surface and sending bits and flecks flying back. Dust began to rise and cloud around as the [color=39b54a]Ball[/color] spun, obscuring it from view—save for a faint [color=e3c634]golden glow[/color] shining through. 
Finally, it stopped. Tiny particles of rubble were scattered all about, shattered free by the [color=39b54a]Steel Ball[/color]—which shot back through the dust and boomeranged right back into Gyro’s hand, fitting perfectly into his palm. The rubble covering the woman had been ground up into fine little grains—easily sifted through by [color=6ecff6]Cole[/color] and [color=808080]Sanford[/color] to pull free whomever was within. 

Gyro cast a glance towards the crowd, watching for reactions. Then, back to his allies. 
“Eheh, nyo-ho~” 

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He seemed to be enjoying himself. 
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