Kazimir’s adrenaline surged, every flash of red light seeming to suddenly slow down, the carnelian glow creeping along the metal face of the automaton he had already destroyed twice. His heavily muscled arm swung out in an instant, forearm slamming the robotic arm out and away before punching straight ahead, spikes of red extending past the knuckles, churning and sharpened reiatsu rushing toward the curled fist as it slammed into the machine’s chest, through it.
The nerves over his eye twitched, reacting in an instant, as much on instinct as on the glimpse of a leveled barrel, throwing his entire upper body to the left. Caleb’s lance of pure focused destruction came, exceeding even the Russian’s heightened senses, appearing as a sudden beam of searing light that ripped through the machine’s head, the entire frame turning to slag around the hole. Skin charred, flesh bubbled and blackened, a streak along the right side of Kazimir’s face darkening to red and then black as the laser passed less than an inch from his face.
Then it was over and the pulses of red returned to normal. Still with feet firmly planted, Kazimir ripped his arm from the robot and straightened, only to grunt in pain as the ball of condensed reiryoku slammed into the fresh burn wound, the sudden flash of pain overwhelming him and throwing the Russian to one knee.
Blood seeped from the burn wounds, the entire right side of Kazimir’s face black or red, even hair singed away, the tips of the remaining strands also blackened. Eyes flicked over toward the fallen robot – destroyed for sure this time – and then spotted the sniper downed. “Mistake,” Kazimir growled as his cold emotionless eyes turned on Tokiwa. Suddenly snapping into motion, Kazimir threw himself back to his feet, grabbing the sword in both hands and hurling it at the vizard.
The scythe of crimson arced high overhead before Kazimir’s fists tightened on the rattling chain as it sped past. The sword sliced downward, cleaving across the young vizard’s torso before slamming hard into the ground, blood pooling around the blade.
Chest heaving, the Russian finally turned toward Tatiana. Instead of attacking her, though, the Russian growled out, “Te current time?”
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The nerves over his eye twitched, reacting in an instant, as much on instinct as on the glimpse of a leveled barrel, throwing his entire upper body to the left. Caleb’s lance of pure focused destruction came, exceeding even the Russian’s heightened senses, appearing as a sudden beam of searing light that ripped through the machine’s head, the entire frame turning to slag around the hole. Skin charred, flesh bubbled and blackened, a streak along the right side of Kazimir’s face darkening to red and then black as the laser passed less than an inch from his face.
Then it was over and the pulses of red returned to normal. Still with feet firmly planted, Kazimir ripped his arm from the robot and straightened, only to grunt in pain as the ball of condensed reiryoku slammed into the fresh burn wound, the sudden flash of pain overwhelming him and throwing the Russian to one knee.
Blood seeped from the burn wounds, the entire right side of Kazimir’s face black or red, even hair singed away, the tips of the remaining strands also blackened. Eyes flicked over toward the fallen robot – destroyed for sure this time – and then spotted the sniper downed. “Mistake,” Kazimir growled as his cold emotionless eyes turned on Tokiwa. Suddenly snapping into motion, Kazimir threw himself back to his feet, grabbing the sword in both hands and hurling it at the vizard.
The scythe of crimson arced high overhead before Kazimir’s fists tightened on the rattling chain as it sped past. The sword sliced downward, cleaving across the young vizard’s torso before slamming hard into the ground, blood pooling around the blade.
Chest heaving, the Russian finally turned toward Tatiana. Instead of attacking her, though, the Russian growled out, “Te current time?”
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