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Reno's voice rang out urgently through the chaos. "Umiha-san!" His shout echoed, filled with a mix of desperation and determination as he aimed his weapon at the kaiju— (Y/Bff) in Preondactyl form. But the creature was too quick; it dodged the sharp, dry shots with ease.
In one swift motion, it lunged at your weakened form, claws raking across your body, leaving with your scythe on its beak. The pain barely registered before you felt yourself being dragged away, the ground disappearing beneath you as the kaiju took to the air.
"Dammit! We need to follow her!" Reno's frustration was palpable, his voice tinged with an edge of panic. Beside him, Iharu sprinted forward, every muscle straining to keep up as they chased the receding figure. His gunfire was relentless, bullets bursting from his weapon with explosive force, but none found their mark. The kaiju remained unscathed, soaring further into the distance.
Iharu's thoughts raced as he pushed his exhausted body forward. "Why on earth is there a Preondactyl at this hour?" The question gnawed at him, his mind torn between disbelief and the grim reality before him. His teeth clenched in frustration, battling the weariness threatening to overtake him.
But as the kaiju's form shrank against the darkening sky, the pursuit became futile. Their pace slowed, breaths coming in ragged gasps as exhaustion finally won out. Reno's shoulders sagged, the weight of failure heavy upon him. "Dammit," he muttered, the word laced with bitter resignation. They had lost you.
"Ah, man, I was planning on outsmarting them with an after-beast variant that splits and generates more." The man’s voice carried a hint of disappointment as he muttered to himself, his attention fixed on the dismembered remains of a fallen yoju. Dressed in a kaiju disposal suit, he worked methodically, almost detached, as he contemplated his next move. "Should I resurrect them? No... There's a limit to how many I can do, and it tires me out."
Reno watched from a distance, his brow furrowed in disbelief. 'Who is this guy, and what is he doing in a subjugation zone?' Something felt distinctly wrong about the man's presence, the air around him tinged with an unsettling aura. Reno's instincts screamed at him that this was no ordinary civilian.
Iharu, though exhausted from the recent run, approached the man with a composed demeanor. "Hey, you," he called out, his voice firm but cautious. The man’s head snapped up, his gaze locking onto the boys with an eerie intensity. He slowly rose to his feet, the movement almost mechanical.
"It's still dangerous here," Iharu continued, his tone authoritative. "Stay on standby until orders are given.."
But the man’s response was anything but ordinary. He lifted his hand, pointing an index finger directly at Iharu. The gesture, seemingly innocent, sent a wave of confusion through Iharu, who hesitated, trying to make sense of the man's actions. "Huh?"
