[i][b]Places everybody. Places. [/b][/i]

 [i]‘ So this is how it begins? ‘ [/i]

	The thought crossed his mind at the oncoming of opponents, having been shrouded in the ever-clutching darkness and the worlds mysteries, he sunk deeper. There would be no relief for the eyes or anything comparative, the former shinobi and black operative knew how to maneuver or rather out-maneuver those with supernal gaze. It wasn't a hard task, whatever they did take notice of wasn't true. He'd naturally taken to the ebb and flow of this reality's energies and matter, making himself and his existence with them. His sclera turned a murky color, the color in his pools sputtering out of life and the childish wonder fled with haste. There was nothing, there never had been anything to sense from him. [b]No killer intent. No bloodlust. No desire. No energy. No life. [/b]

	There was just an absence of a fifth person entirely, the only ones who knew he was present could have only been his allies. As if he was bleeding into the backdrop, having his all immediately drained and broadcasted by the leylines as soon as the opponents arrived. His words were unheard as there was nothing really to hear — they hadn't arrived yet when he spoke, especially as the first immediate person to reply to the commander. Heat signatures, energy and other varying forms emitted by the normal person wouldn't register — there was no difference between that abyss and himself. The environment and himself. Shadow and himself. That much would remain as true as he sank deeper and deeper, hidden by the fervent bustle and march of his allies' perpetual buff. It was a shame. It was far too late [b]too soon[/b].

	He was used to the cold, he felt it's kiss — finding that it was always pleasing to the eyes when watching The Ryuusei work. Their flawless coordination in the presence of one another could seldom be outmatched, especially when coupled with the dominating presence of Senko II. Even so he'd use that, all of them, to enact his swift execution of opponent after opponent. Poaching is what Senko would've called it, but his role called for it. Why appear if he didn't have to? Anyone who didn't tread lightly would unfortunately be killed. This wasn't war, he was bound to no whimsical code of honor these mongrels had. So, he moved, shifting via shadow, dancing within light and ambience. With no meta imprint to be found to subtle shift within the uproar caused by Senko. 

	His movements as swift as a dragon, domineering like Zeus' bolts - each leftward, backward, right and forward in simultaneity as he anchored himself spatially to each of his allies; one was real and the others would all be supplementary actions for rapid transfer to each of his allies. If anyone could truly track him, it would be like watching him split into multiple dense forms - each no different from the other as they traveled like that of light through chosen mediums. The leylines didn't react yet, they surged with Quintessence and mixed with his own; the backdrop of the forefront - actions masked by each of the Ryuusei's activated abilities.

	Gaea was theirs and theirs alone on all aspects — yet what they didn't use, he had taken over immediately. A deep, rooting — deep seeded series of pulse would expand, meta-blades caught in spiral, and their form galvanized as they manifested with nearby fauna. These would form as dense coils that unraveled themselves as frenzied omnidirectional wavelengths that expanded outwards in chase following [b]The Swallow[/b] in its race. Wood cracked, emerald leaves raced under his enchantment — sound chasing the current, expanding outwards in vicious booms that would be beneficial to his allies as they were caught in his slipstream, harmful to the opponents who were unused to the vibratory functions of his pending assault, lodging bits of tracking meta-shrapnel between bonds before detonation. All happening on mirroring planes, the hulking target was being scanned — dense armor structure would be used against him as the clash would be focused into a fine point. Bombarding integral structures, forcing them to vibrate, using each one to sink _deep_ — he was too close to Akane.

	Akane would see him, if she looked. He doubted his opponents would notice the ripples and reflection changes on the surface of freezing pond whose depth knew no limit. He held his breath, feeling his energies augment his strength and resistances as a superfluous amount of energy surged through him. Tightened and surging with a likeness to lightning, each one of them would feel it. Above them and directly ahead of them — the tip of his blade aimed for the nip of their neck and heart. The entirety of the forest would feel it, all of it would express it. The demon was on the hunt, aiming to slip that blade into all of his opponent's throats and chests. His blade, its flow would allow the sharpness to split the structure through overbearing stimulation, forcing opposing structures away from them through chaotic charge as the gravina lance was imposed around it conjured via a shift between internal energy of the weapon and its user. 

[i]	 Kiai Technique: Thousand Catty Step + Origin Shadow Chasing Strike.  
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