[center][h3]Rune Berg[/h3][/center] Rune watched as Elise descended slowly and gracefully to the JSDF frontline. Switching radio channels to speak with her directly, he turned to observe the battlefront. The Warped were getting rowdy, but it looked within their control. "Descending like that, rumors will start that there's an angel on the battlefield." His tone was joking, but he felt there was some truth to it. "Anyways, I best get to work." Switching back to regular comms, he began walking past the barriers and gun emplacements; Rune felt compelled to say something to the soldiers. He hoped they wouldn't just see him as some tool or a weapon. "Ganbatte!" came the shout of encouragement from the crimson frame before it began its sprint onto the battlefield. Rune ignored most of the smaller Oni-Type Warped as he headed straight for the larger ones. Batting away the few close enough to engage with him without losing a step. Approaching the first large one, it reared back a haymaker of a punch, uncoordinated yet powerful. Rune planted his foot down, drawing his shield back before punching with the flat rim at the top. Like a battering ram, his blow met the Warped with concussive force. The telltale [b][i]BONG[/i][/b] of his shield resonating echoed down the street as the warps arm cracked and whipped back limp. Coming back down, he hammered into the knee of the warped, crumpling it down to a more manageable height. Tucking down, he compressed his body, building up a vicious uppercut. Against enemies that posed a lower threat, his shield was used more like a sledgehammer than a tool for defense. Uncoiling all the force he could, he punched upward, pulverizing the Oni's grotesque head. The body fell limp. Turning, he caught a human-sized Warped leaping at him. With a twist, he backhanded the creature with enough force to throw it dozens of feet in the air, disappearing through a skyscraper window. The small ones were no problem. The large ones were only enough to slow him down. Rune slowly pushed the line of Warped.