Enrico tossed aside the empty firearm he had looted from the terrorist he had most recently incapacitated at close quarters. It was useless, and getting a new mag would take too long. Plus, that one ballistic skeletal kid signalled for him to stop firing, so he might as well indulge the boy and his sword. Besides, it seemed as if he had an entirely different problem to deal with at the moment. The Spanish gunman glanced to his side, taking note of the post-clothes damage Tsurara Deputy Captain glaring his way, even though she should have been busy with the bloody terrorist leader standing practically a damn meter in front of her! 'Just arrest the damn guy already,' Enrico thought as Sayaka 'greeted' (and he used that term very loosely) him.
Acting as if nothing was wrong and he himself hadn't been both a former member of the group her clan had sworn to destroy, as well as a member of the very team that devastated the clan itself during that event seven years ago, Enrico just tore the ski mask off his face. "Heh... Long time no see," the man said in a voice of almost equal level of casualness, if it weren't for the hint of tenseness in the air. The sides of his lips perked up slightly as he continued, "And here I thought I was just another face in the crowd... Pretty small world out here, huh? Shame we can't chat any longer, since I've got an, ah, appointment, to get to."
With that said, the 'conversing' (another loosely used term) duo returned to their own devices. Sayaka returned to policing the situation, specifically getting a move on with her arrest, while Enrico himself conjured up Aidos Kynee again and literally faded into obscurity with the power of his chosen Bukizoku. However, he didn't leave the area completely. No, he moved into the tree-line and went back to observing the situation once more. Seemed that it was all getting wrapped up nicely after a kid and the boss got knocked out simultaneously, probably the effect of a Connection. As he watched on, Enrico wondered what it was that gave him away to the police officer. She couldn't see his face, so he figured it was his wardrobe. Not everyone in Lyranias had the same preference for blazers and beige coats as he did. He turned to leave just as the explosions triggered, but managed to go prone just in time. He wasn't exactly within the protective dome, but he was close enough to use it as a makeshift shield.
Once the blast was over and done with, the ex-Kimera Tenma agent stood up and dusted himself off, not bothering to go for medical care.
Two blades inscribed with a series of two repeating sigils embedded themselves into the ground before Eclaire and Marcus, thrown there in the formation of something that appeared not unlike that of a gate. "Halt," the voice of both a beautiful boy and a handsome girl commanded as the explosion's heat and debris neared the three standing there in the middle of the park. Fortunately, the explosion did not, say, rend their skin from their flesh with the force it gave off and the debris it sent flying their way. Rather, the explosion went around the area between the blades, as if there was some kind of invisible wall. Once the explosion stopped, it was evident that they were all safe and sound. Except for the swords, whose outer edges were absolutely wrecked by the debris. It was a shame. They were really nice swords, as expected of products from Alstreim smithies. Either way, Noah sheathed the two blades on her hips.
Evidently outright ignoring Marcus' escape, the blonde Dawn Knight caught Eclaire, whom Marcus had so rudely shoved out of the way for his sudden departure. Setting her charge upright once more, Noah did a cursory analysis of Eclaire's condition, and finding everything looking generally in order, nodded to herself in affirmation. Seemed that she hadn't completely screwed up her job, which, while nothing to write home about, was a rather preferable outcome considering what events just had occurred. "...I apologize for my lack of diligence, Eclaire," Noah said somberly, as if what she did, or rather failed to do, didn't manage to end up in little more than a minor hostage situation easily resolved by a group of mostly civilians of all things.
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