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[indent][color=gold][b]"Pitiful..."[/b][/color] thought Sophist with a modicum of sorrow. 

The clouds around him were grayish, not yet dark. Yet overhead the countless soldiers, over the waters more specifically was a weighty behemoth preparing to drop its downpour. Carelessly, Sophist wrapped a thin, repulsive veil of gravity around his person; he left imperceptible openings to allow oxygen but mostly shielded his clothes from the approaching storm.

Below him were other teens and adults, soldiers and volunteers; humans and Arm Masters, all fighting for a cause that ultimately meant nothing. If not for the tautness he felt when approached with the request; Sophist would've outright denied them his assistance. But there was a cause here, a keystone to some universal event perhaps.

Sophist sighed, his leisurely posture floating some hundred meters above the others displaying his nonchalance at war. The voice speaking through his earpiece however grounded him in [i]this[/i] reality. He shook his head before imposing a sense of duty on himself. [color=gold][i]I'm as arrogant as ever. Careful about that Sophist, Master says it'll be your undoing.[/i][/color] 

He dropped his arms to his sides and launched his own offensive. War was cruel, that much he knew. He wouldn't allow the enemy to coordinate an attack.

He flew off with astounding speed, leaving a boom in his wake. His hand formed a claw gesture as he gripped a corral of landing crafts in spheres of dense gravity and begun crushing them. The grinding and tearing metal was resounding. The cries of poor souls still inside blood-curdling and overshadowed. Yet still they deadened and in a show of mercilessness; Sophist viciously slammed the metal meteors across the enemies' battleground. 

His torso swiveled with alertness. [color=gold][i]No way they'll let that go unanswered.[/i][/color][/indent]