Baron stepped off the train, but still tried to keep that air of menace as he walked onto the platform. He placed his hands behind his back, walking across the platform before turning on his heels to seemingly inspect the shadows as they worked. In truth, he was mentally debating his opening move, trying to figure out how the crew would go about dismantling these shadows. The force, as it was, was far too large to let just hang around behind them, not to mention what would happen when they found the signs of battle inside the train, or the upended crates they’d used to enter unnoticed. He glanced back to where Noblesse had made for, in time to see his silent signal. Even if it had been a good idea to leave those shadows alone, Noblesse was likely about to do something that would make that impractical.

[color=00C40A][i]Alright, then. Showtime.[/i][/color]

He took a moment to look around, finding each of the others as he glanced down at his phone, as casually as anyone would check it. He sent a simple message over the group chat Seiji had made for them.

>Still too many for my tastes. I’ve got a trick to stack this deck in our favor. It’s gonna hurt a bit, so brace yourselves. Take out as many as you can before they realize what’s up. Kicking off in 10s.

Baron readied himself, the warning being as much to him as to the others. The charmed shadows would be helpful, keeping the shadows confused and fighting each other instead of the party. Or at the least, would be helpful to get the drop on the horde. Their distraction from getting into the train cars with a sense of definitive urgency would also help for that. And with those charmed shadows as an anvil, the group itself would make one hell of a hammer.

As he counted down the seconds, he found a spot where he wouldn’t be seen immediately, given how the shadows were preoccupied with their tasks, and gave the others enough time to position themselves for an alpha strike to kick off the festivities.

As he prepared to call upon Lackland once again, he heard his persona's voice, a prelude to the power it was about t unleash.

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[center][color=6ecff6][sup]“Close your hearts to their suffering, so the unjust may face the might of the merciless!”[/sup][/color][/center]
[center][color=6ecff6][h1][b][i]CRUEL ORDER[/i][/b][/h1][/color][/center]

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Prince Lackland materialized in a burst of crimson  metaflame behind Osamu, as he conjured forth the power that would hopefully carry them to a swift victory. [color=00C40A]“Tear them down!”[/color] He ordered, as his persona took a clawed gauntlet and held it out, ordering the whole group forward silently. White flames washed over Baron first, then each of the others, bringing with it a short but painful burst. Baron had experimented enough to be prepared for the burning pain, brief as it was, that precluded the massive wave of power that washed over him, as the same occurred to each of the others in kind. They were faster, stronger, and tougher. He figured it’d be more than enough to make sure they could destroy the shadows before they ever realized what was happening.