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Anadwen:
What was everyone's problem with him all the time? It was thirteen years ago. Thirteen years since he stole a lousy ship and ran away with it JUST because he didn't want to become a guinea pig for TRIM. So what was everyone's problem? It's not like he'd be causing some excessive trouble in society... So why it was him that got shot at and chased? Because of a measly sum at his head? What an INCREDIBLE reason!

Who the living hell would come up with such logic? He'd screw that idiot's head off... If he wouldn't be currently running like hell to save his skin from bullets, flying at him in every direction. This was one of the darker, shadier parts of Cancer where no one would bother trying to stop a bunch of people with guns. Or a person. He didn't even know whether it was one person or more, but the moment he got a bullet through his shirt - which luckily missed him, but left a hole in the black fabric - he started running. It was instinct, and instinct never failed him before.

And he trusted his instincts as he bolted blindly forth as fast as he could.

He could hear them, the metallic clinks of bullets that hit both metal and stone around... They were so close behind his back that his heart and breath was threatening him to speed up even more. Was that even possible? It was racing by now, too, so fast that its sound was deafening in his ears, even more deafening than the sound of stomping and bullets.

It was a mistake to go here.

A vent... That was good... He found a vent. Almost immediately he yanked the cover off and forced his body through, climbing as fast as he could. For a moment he stopped, suddenly realizing that one of the bullets must have grazed his leg as his eyes fell on a crimson stream, running down one of the sides of the vent.

Well, whatever, not like he could stop right now. His hands clenched around one of the edges of the plates, forming the vent, and pushed him up, climbing like a cat up a tree. It went up, down, up, down, till he completely lost all sense of direction. Only then did he punch out the other cover, and fell out, catching his breath.

Something told him that he wasn't completely safe yet... He should get up and continue running. But there didn't seem to be anyone around!

Brisinger987:
The sound of bullets was what Aemilius was following.

"Aemilius, please note that the target is armed and running, terminate with caution, you were expensive after all." The woman talking to him down the comms was his Handler, Amy, matched psychologically to his personality to keep him in check and in chains for the company.

"Of course Amy, thank you." Aemilius followed, seeing the bounty hunter team chasing his target into a vent. He braced his huge four meter form, and his head peeled back, revealing what looked like a star inside his head. And a mere second later, screams resounded as the men were incinerated by the beam.

The whirring of the nanites composing his skin grew loud as his right arm transformed into a cannon, ready to fire bolts at the wall.

Then he began blowing the wall away, walking forward through the newly forming hole.

"Knock knock, Ryutari Haisaru Tatsuku Maeno. Death is here."

Anadwen:
What the hell was that? What... No, no, no, this must be a bad dream!

Ryutari's eyes widened even more, almost into a circular shape despite them normally being almond-shaped and narrow. "...The f**k?" he gasped, immediately jumping to his feet and backing up as he unsheathed the sleek blade, hanging by his waist.

There was a mountain of metal standing right there... A mountain of metal that just said his name. And tried to JOKE. Really, this was beyond his brain to comprehend in the current moment. And so, he relied on his instinct to start running again, turned sideways to the... Something.

The black blade flashed with bright light, resembling a lightning, running down the metal. It charged, with a slight hum heated the air around itself to an insane temperature, turning it into plasma. A similar glow surrounded the blade.

Then, a crescent-shaped shot of that heated plasma was sent at a frighteningly high speed at the mountain of metal. It was almost as wide as Ryu was tall, and it tore the ground, leaving a gash when one tip of the crescent touched it.

"Sorry, I didn't arrange a date!" he shouted back.

Brisinger987:
Aemilius turned to his target, the piercing orange eyes looking at Ryu like targeting lasers.

"Target acquired. Initiating slaughter." The voice resounded as the wave of plasma hit him, knocking him backwards, before his skin rippled, repairing itself, then slowly beginning to morph into a rubbery substance.

"You clearly haven't heard. I'm indestructible. Nice try though. If I had touch, I bet that would have tickled." His hand morphed into the joust like appendage, and he went to stab his target, readying the other one with an altered version of his cannon, designated structure "automatic".

Then he began to fire off bolts at lightning speed, with lethal precision.

Anadwen:
So the plasma bolt didn't destroy the metal mountain, as he nicknamed his pursuer in his mind. Nevermind... He still had his legs to run, and maybe he could outrun the big, slow... Thing!

Though, maybe that wasn't such a good idea, either. He clenched his teeth as something tore his shirt at the shoulder, skewing into his skin. It was fortunate that he managed to shift aside at the right time, otherwise he'd already be missing his left arm completely.

He went to leap up and try to climb onto one of the roofs to avoid the shots that followed, but they were too fast. Only narrowly avoiding them, he got the grip of a windowsill with his left hand, and pulled himself up, the blade still in his other hand. The house wasn't too tall, and he managed to climb up, even though almost meeting a bolt on the way, which burned his side, and where several layers of fabric used to cover his side was now just a burned hole.

Pressing his forearm onto the burned skin, he ran further, trying to catch his breath. It was disgusting to run like that, but what could he do against a huge metal creature that could even get hurt by a high-temperature plasma bolt?

At least he still had both legs and arms and was still running... At least that.

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