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	Something caught her eyes. A sliver of something. It moved sneakily through the scenery, but she saw it. However, as soon as she saw it, it was gone, and Seraphima was retreating away from the large dog-lion. Her body swiftly soared through the air. [i]So much for that![/i] She thought to herself with her fists clenched. She was feeling more defensive, now --  a position she was not entirely opposed to. Living the monastic life had been some form of defensive, and shifting into the mindset was nothing less than natural.

	[color=CCCCFF]"As for coordinates, Seraphima... Follow my flames! Supplice, moving to close quarters combat!"[/color]

	The blue flames showered to her ten o'clock, and Seraphima shifted through the air. [i]There it is![/i] She could barely make it out, but it was there. Again, she was concentrating on something hard to see. It was a lot like sin, a sometimes barely visible force that wreaked terrors when not being concerned. Seraphima found it amazing how often she used her skills from the monastery on the battlefield. If she was being honest with herself, practicing being a starlet might as well have prepared her for being a soldier of war. Maybe this was just a way in which God worked mysteriously. Either way, she would take the help without question.

	[i]It's easier this way.[/i]

	Of course, Seraphima was not necessarily the one to take the easy way-out. She was by no means a lazy creature. If she was, K-01 would have been destined for longer range attacks. In fact, she probably would not have been bothered with becoming a Frame Pilot if she was. There were more idle things she could have been doing than saving the world from monsters. Although, at this moment, she could not think of a single one because she preferred her current position. She did not envy, idolize, nor care to entertain the thought of being anywhere else. She was much too focused of a fighter.

	She opened her palms, [color=gray]"I see the target!"[/color] Her voice projected into her communication device. A few small blasts came from her gloves as she began heading towards the enemy. Her gliders, like small mechanical fins, moved positions on her back. The jet back blasted her forward; all the while, the young dark-haired Greek had her tools ready in hand, zeroing in on potential weak points of the target, dancing around the blue rain of fire. [color=gray]"K-01 moving in!"[/color]