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The Kreznik's form twitched and swayed as she continued to manipulate the blade, gradually lowering it while observing the smaller man's approach. A curious wheezing and rattling noise emanated from her concealed form. As the man spoke, she made no immediate response, appearing to listen intently. However, the atmosphere grew tense as shrill whines filled the air, and her head snapped upwards in response. The fog surrounding her churned, and she emitted a hollow grunt, followed by a sharp exhale that produced a steamy haze, resembling hot breath in cold air, escaping from the sides of her mask. She seemed to no longer regard the SEC soldiers and instead turned the direction the sounds came from.

The Kreznik, while not initially concerned with these individuals, now saw them as obstacles and distractions. These were not the subject of her grudge, but that wasn't to say they were untainted. Far from it. But beyond that, she smelled something familiar, irritating, an itching feeling, making her twitch again as she cast vague eyes at the box again before shifting back a gaze, the fog swirling her form. The mysterious box was... a curiosity, leaving her to wonder what its contents might be. The situation was increasingly growing... noisy.

Then... the sound of something... a hiss, as something zips by, the fog disrupted, swirling, a green beam of light piercing it creating small rolls. A smell of ozone catches her nostrils even behind the mask. Those vague eyes, the senses, heightened, could catch it, a glimpse, and it was... hot? Magic? No. It was something very much of the tangible realm. Tech weapons. Another zips by, and another, soon there were trees being splintered by the volley, and yet the Kresnik stood, swaying just to avoid being hit, judging by each flash. Being hit, even for her would be unfortunate. An irritated wheeze escaped her as she weighed her choices, her enemy was not of mortal flesh, despite how tainted their souls were. This was less than ideal. And that box.