Shaking the dizziness out of himself,Ernesto looked around, finding himself alone in the destroyed bunker. A wave of disappointment fell upon him, as he understood Huo Ren escaped him.

As his Warform fully repaired itself from Huo Ren's previous volley, he jumped, landing outside of the now useless bunker, observing the situation.

He wasn’t in the Mirage space anymore, and Huo Ren seemingly took the chance to once again put his Sun in the ai-

A distant sound, closely followed by a mountain in the distance being flattened by explosions. Surely the work of Quingshe.

[i]‘...I wonder how it would feel to be hit with one of those’[/i]

The other members of Task Force Obsidian were all engaged in combat too, seemingly with some new Chinese Arm Masters though she couldn’t see Cristina anywhere. Probably exhausted after keeping up the Mirage Space. As regrettable as losing out on the fight, he should probably go find her and at least make sure she’s safe.

His musing was interrupted, as multiple shells and bullets hit his form, the explosion uselessly trying to break through his warform.

It seemed that Noel's curse was cut short, and some people survived it.

Though, they could have chosen a better target. Oh well, Cristina will have to wait. Not everyone can survive a tank shell afterall, and they are gonna wise up sooner than later.

And so, Ernesto [i]moved[/i]. His feet brought him to the closest of the enemy combatant in moments, his claws backhanding the first of the fifteen soldiers this side of the Mekong.The other didn’t fare much better. Running was futile, he was too fast. Fighting wasn’t much better, as nothing they had could even hinder him. In under ten seconds, the fifteen combatants laid on the ground, dead or unconscious.

Another Tank shell exploding on him with unerring accuracy made him remember his work wasn’t done.

[i]‘Spread the feets, bend the knees, inhale’[/i]

Ernesto [i]jumped[/i], the ground cracking from the force,as his body crossed the river in a matter of seconds.

Landing on one of the offending tanks,he dug his claws under the turret cap,easily tearing it away and throwing it at one of the APC’s, making it tilt sideways.

Instead of the crew he’d expected, he found the tank empty inside. Probably an Arms master power then. Means he’d have to completely trash them.

Jumping off the tank and kicking it off into the river, he continued, moving towards the tilted APC. Tearing it in half was easy enough, and even if the Noble Arm power somehow persisted, it couldn’t accomplish anything like that.

As he finished with the APC, one of the tanks rammed him, probably as a desperate way to hinder him. Flipping it, he tore through the underside, and rummaging in the insides, he quickly found one of the yet unexploded shells.

A small amount of pressure later, and the tank was a smoldering wreck. Removing his still pristine arm from it, he turned to deal with the last remaining vehicles, which stopped shooting at him for some reason.

…Was that APC trying to hide behind one of the still conscious PLA grunts? and was that tank [i]Quaking[/i]?

…

Ernesto shook his head. Huo Ren must have hit him harder than he thought if he was seeing things like that.

[i]'And now I'm disappointed again.'[/i] He sighted. This mission turned out to not be such a glorious an experience as he hoped.

Oh well, disappointment or not, he still had a job to do. He could already feel his power waning now that fire-boy wasn’t in the field anymore, best he started to hurry. He didn’t fancy having to swim back through the Mekong to reunite with the rest.

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[i](A minute later)[/i]

As he once again cratered to the ground, he could feel the Warform leaving his form, returning him to his normal height.

[i]'What was I doing before I got distracted?AH! Cristina!'[/i]

Looking around, it seemed like she was still missing, though the Forest fire and Nil being on the ground was new.

Well, not like he had any ideas on Cristina whereabout anyway, so might as well go help her and Martha and see if they knew anything about it.