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It would be a lie if Vermillion said he was a anything less than proud when the sound of Azure crashinging into brick and mortar met his ears. Absently he flipped two glass vials around in his hands, vials that he'd slipped out of the coat just before discarding it. Slipping both into his pants pockets, the scarred warrior glared up at Azure. He was still breathing. It was disappointing when the traitor stood up from the dust. M-Types generally weren't much more durable unless their abilities specifically targeted physical aspects...did Azure's power encompass more than material summons? Vermillion heaved a sigh and was about to begin advancing on his prey again when Azure spoke up.

"How long must you get in my way? What you do has nothing to do with me. Is it your loyalty to that man, to Spectrum?" Despite his seemingly proclivity for a peaceful end to the battle, more blades were summoned.

"My loyalty is to the people."

"I will ask you but once. Leave me be, and leave LIMIT. You have no idea what is going on..." There was a short period of silence, in which Vermillion chose not to dignify him with a response. "No, I can see you have no intention of listening to me. Well then, take this!"

Blazing blue armaments parted the air, seeking out Vermillion's position. He coolly regarded the swords as if they were nothing more than flies. In truth, with the power to increase one's skin density to a level comparable to diamond, they might as well have been. Ready to dodge, the agent was put off by the sudden change in course of Azure's projectiles. Not realizing the danger of the earthbound weapons until it was too late, Vermillion only barely managed to toss one of the blood vials high into the air before the blades released a large pulse of energy. Concrete split and massive damage was wrought in the concentrated area. If Vermillion's nerves hadn't been destroyed ten times over, he might've grimaced at the pain. Yet, both combatants now stood obscured in the gritty cloud of dust. The force of Azure's blast had crushed the second vial of Sable's blood and the life-engine's power washed away what damage had been inflicted.

An palpable force could be felt, an increase in pressure that blew away the haze on the battlefield. When Azure looked upon his opponent, he would find....nothing.

"Boo." Vermillion reappeared seemingly out of thin air just within Azure's guard. His face was a mask out of a nightmare, his skin having been burned away to reveal bone and bleeding muscle, leaving only a horrifying skull glaring at Azure with baleful eyes. Of course, he wouldn't have more than half a second to process what he was seeing before Vermillion's fist hammered into Azure's face with the force of a wrecking ball.

Vermillionsimply stood there, watching his foe go flying once more. It would be a miracle if he didn't die of the sheer amount of force, much less get up again. The agent placed a hand in his poket, the other hanging at his side. He looked much like a demon now, nothing but raw, bloody muscle and bone showing on a skinless body, all of which was silhouetted within the flaming glare of his red aura. His teeth and jaw stood out in stark contrast to the dripping crimson of his facial muscles, bone white against a red backdrop in a macabre parody of a smile.

Behold, level 7... He would have said something witty, but Vermillion's vocal cords were torn to shreds. Instead, he settled for catching the first vial of blood in a flashy fashion.
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Shit, shit, shit! Arsenic picked up the pace despite the cuts forming on her bare feet. "C'mon you brat!" she hurredly pulled Sable forward, risking a glance back atthe pursuing Citrine. Where the hell is everyone?

Swiftly they rounded a corner--drawing a startled cry from a pair of drunks as well as some cat calls at Mika's state of nudeness--and continued down the alley until reaching another corner. Here, she unlatched a rusted door and shoved Sable into yet another rebel hideout. "Stay." her voice was cold and even, with not even the slightest attempt at hiding the threat.

Spinning on her heel, Arsenic feel into a crouch and prepared herself for Citrine. Acrid steam began to rise from her pale skin.