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[color=f7941d]"... Pretty."[/color] The young boy sitting just outside of the hellscape of war spoke aloud to no-one. He had a perfect view of the shield of light and the bombs breaking against it. There was a moment that passed in which the boy watched, as if viewing fireworks at a party, before the wall of light became even brighter and the boy turned away. He could see most of the battlefield from where he was, and it seemed he was going to get his wish. The enemy began breaking through the coastline with tanks and amphibious vehicles, moving ever closer towards his own position, bombs hitting near enough to shake most people's conviction, but far enough to not quite do him in.

[color=f7941d]"..."[/color] 

The thought that he was being a burden sprouted in his mind as he watched the young girl he had noticed disappear, reappearing on the shore as she tore apart several of the offending tanks. [color=f7941d]"I'm still useless."[/color] The boy didn't like that thought. He disliked it, he [i]hated[/i] the little voice in his head that said it. Perhaps to his handlers' surprise, perhaps to their expectation, deploying Nemo a bit away from the battle had been a brilliant tactical move, as an apathetic Nemo would only get in the way. And of course, getting in the way would only turn him into a rather short-reaching shield, when they needed something more... [i]offensive[/i]. And watching as those deemed his allies die wasn't enough. Instead, it was watching that girl that began the domino effect that was expected, the whole reason he was placed here instead of elsewhere in the war. The boy stood slowly, the sword resting behind his neck on his shoulders beginning to move as well, equally as slowly. By the time he was standing straight, the sword had fallen to his side, held by both hands now, and the blade was seemingly larger. In truth, the blade was simply vibrating at high speeds, and was only increasing in intensity as its wielder began to run towards the shore.

Just outside the wall of light, skirting the edge of it, was a young boy in the clothes of a civilian overtop Kevlar padding, running as fast as he could around the wall as explosions rocked the air above him. Soon enough, the explosions stopped as he got close enough to the opposing ships that attempted aerial strikes would be harming their own side. Several ZTZ-99 were moving along the same path he was, in the opposite direction, to try to find an opening in the Arms Master's wall. And while the boy may have been dressed in the clothes of a civilian, no civilian carried a much-too-large sword that buzzed like the wings of a hummingbird.

Several shots were fired, and one even hit the boy in his left arm, but orders to not kill Arms Masters, as the boy obviously was, saved him. It would have been trivial to shoot him down, but by holding Vitae in front of his body, parallel to his torso, Nemo was able to approach without further injury. He slashed the blade through the tank, just short enough to avoid decapitating the driver, and then through the treads on its right side. He seemed to quickly dance through the entourage of military vehicles as he cut through each of them the same as the first, starting with the front and ending with one of the treads. 

He likely wouldn't make it back to his designated position, but at the moment, he didn't care. He was going to be useful somehow, or die trying.