The snake fell with a thud, smoke running from the eyes. For a moment Okami stood there, before reaching a hand up to brush a few strands of black hair that had come loose out of his eyes. He adjusted his glasses, before his eyes were drawn to the sky, where a copter was coming in. Two forms came out, his mind running through the information he had been given. The one, the small boy. He recognized him from files he had been looking into back when he was...elsewhere. The other was the woman who seemed to have caught Sycom's fancy. He raised an eyebrow. What was going to happen now? He watched, as the scene began to unfold. The firing of weapons, the female going after the man he was to protect.
In an instant, Oblivion was out, the barrels pointed at the female over the director. The shot trained directly at her head. Dispite being under orders to never make a kill shot, there were instances that threatened to push that order, this was one of them. With such events taking place, his first measures were to ensure the safety of the other man. However, when said man when on a bit of a loose cannon rampage himself about not desiring her to be killed, Okami sighed. He lowered his weapon without firing a single shot. Affairs of the heart...liabilities. He scanned the others for a moment, before his eyes lifted to the mantis. It was dangerously close to a series of buildings that already looked like they were going to crumble.
Getting a good look at the scene now, it all looked like it had been through hell. The situation was not one any of them should be taking lightly. He sighed, what the hell was taking so long?
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Kanra clenched his jaw slightly when the flow of energy began to move through his body. It only at first served to remind him how much pain he was in, and how damaged his physical form already was. He pushed the pain out of his mind however, focusing on the task at hand. His mind was set on taking in that power being forced through his body. He absorbed it, allowing it to begin slowly coursing through his body. Part of it went to healing Artamis, but there was still excess. That in turn, allowed him to also focus on healing himself as well. Replenishing his own energy and form. It slowly began to ebb the pain away, and he was able to relax a bit. The work paid off it seemed, as soon enough, Artamis was awake and looking at them. He allowed his hand to slip away from her heart, watching her movements and as she looked at them. Her words of thanks were nice, but unneeded.
He had not done it to be thanked, or to be some hero. It was the best option for all of them, plain and simple. She was alive, Vlad was calm, and he was better off now than he had been a bit before. He stood himself, taking a bit of a breath to allow his own nerves and heart to calm. The action going on around him had faded to the background for a bit now. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and what almost felt like a hug from Vlad, which confused him momentarily, the action not expected. He looked at the other, catching his eye. He did not say a word, understanding in his own way, this was sort of a thank you. He let the two of them go, taking another calming breath. However, it was interrupted by what happened next. His eyes turned to the copter, and narrowed darkly.
The form there, he glared at it, knowing it well now. The image had been burned into his mind, both sides of it. He felt something dark stir within him, something that did in fact feel like Berserker. The other had taken notice as well, as the two stepped out of the copter. He watched the male, ignoring the female for now. She had immediately gone for Sycom, attacking him. His hands clenched, as he watched that smug little faced bastard. He was here...he actually had the god damned nerve to show his face. He did not realize he had been clenching his jaw, until he tasted blood inside of his mouth, he had bitten the inside of his cheek. He watched him, for a moment, before seeming to sense him the bastard looked in his direction. His smile grew, one that made the dark thing inside of Kanra twist.
Kill him... Berserker's voice rose up inside of his mind. Kill.... A pain running through his head, he placed a hand upon it. He flinched, a sharp ringing had taken up inside of his head. What the hell was going on?! He forced his eyes back onto Remy, who seemed to be laughing. He looked like he was speaking, but Kanra could not hear the words. He was sure they were merely taunts, words picking at the wound he had instilled. Playing with his mind, plaing with his emotions. His eyes lightened a bit, focusing on the other. Kill. He glared. Kill. The thoughts inside of him where Berserker was concerned were on nothing more within the fight other than the one across the field. He could feel his heart racing a bit, his nails lightly digging into his head as the ringing escaladed.
For some reason, as all of this felt so unfamiliar, it also felt oddly familiar as well. He did not know the full reasoning behind it, but the facts still remained. His eyes went to the russian woman, as she fired at him. It was now that he finally registered more of what was going on with the rest of them. Things were a mess, the girl was fighting Sycom, others were trying to kill her, then Sycom wen crazy for a moment. He watched him, the look in his eyes, the way he spoke. He listened, something familiar within that to. He was willing to let her kill him...to let her destroy him, as he was willing at the same time to destroy anyone who tried to harm her. An image flashed in his mind, of a smiling woman, and a colder man. He fliched. His parents....those feelings...love...hate...confusion...anger...pain. He clenched his jaw tightly.
He was torn, half of him wanted nothing more than to slit that bastard Remy's throat...but half of him wanted to stay, to help... It confused him, and annoyed him. Why the hell should he give a damn about any of them? Why the hell should he care if they lived or died? Any of them? Why should he give a single screwed up damn about one once of their pitiful lives.... He shook his head, because.....they wernt pitiful... His eyes moved to each of them, they were the same as him. As much as he had tried to fight it from day one, they were like him in a way....yet all were different as well. None of them had ever made much effort with him..most of them thought he was a freak...crazy... He could not blame them, perhaps he was indeed only that.
They were people similar to him, they all had their own lives and situations. Even though they all had started out hating each other's guts, and possibly part of them still did, they were in many ways....a family. A family....he looked to them for a moment again, then to Remy once more. He seemed unphased by the attacks, laughing. That laugh, his jaw clenched. He was a big reason for all of this...a reason for everyone to be hurting and angry. Kill. He glared at him once more, but the sound of cracking to his side made his eyes shift yet again. Nearby buildings, ones near where Sycom and that woman were, were in bad shape. They were cracking, the support holding it up was giving out. The mantis beast protecting them from the attacks of the others, it did not seem that any of them noticed the building.
He glanced back at Remy, before at the building again. His mind and heart still torn...He had a chance....a chance to stop that bastard, a chance to end his god damned life... A louder crack issued, and a portion of the building began to shift. He looked, as large bolder like chunks began to tumble through the air towards the two unaware on the ground and himself. Two members of this serverely jacked up little family of theirs...who had been hurt and manipulated as well by that man... He glared, his body moving before his mind. Screw it...screw it all....He did not care at the moment if the other was there..if he was watching. His life..his existance...it meant nothing to Kanra, the ones who did matter...he needed to protect. He moved over to the two, grabbing ahold of Vex's arm.
He ignored whatever remarks might come from Sycom at this, looking at him for a moment. He shoved the girl into his arms, forcing him to take ahold of her. There was no time to argue, no time to waste. None of the others close enough to act for the moment. He sighed, giving a smile, before he placed his hand with his own purium on to the two of their shoulders. He pushed out, not only with his strength, but with his energy as well. The two knocked back like an invisible force had hit them, sending them out under where the mantis stood and shielded them from the danger. That done, the shadows from above darkened. His eyes on all of them for a moment....before the crash.