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Aura ran through the dimly lit streets of a city she couldn't remember the name of. She was having trouble remembering a lot of things, such as anything about herself besides her first name, and the mission she was sent to complete. She didn't even recall what she was doing up until she began running, in fact, as though she were in a dream that had began a mere thirty seconds ago.

This wasn't a dream, though. Aura bit the inside of her right cheek to make sure. This was real life, and her mission was do or die. She knew her target wasn't going to go easy on her, just as she felt there was no way she could go easy on him. It was like the intention was programmed into her, just like his profile. There was a man's face burned into her memory. She knew she had to find him, and take him down by any means necessary. But where - she stopped and wondered - could he possibly be in this entire city?

Walking into the middle of the road, her black eyes scanned the area. A typical neighborhood surrounded her, but she couldn't sense a single other soul around her. It was as though the entire city had been evacuated, the people leaving everything as it was the instant it was time to go.

It didn't take for the deserted city to have a new inhabitant. A ways well down the road came a light and the sound of a loud roaring engine as a large man on a black and gold Harley Davidson motorcycle came flying toward the seemingly lost little girl. On top of the roaring beast was a man named Jones. 6'6, 300lbs, all man. Long black hair, tanned skin, wearing red fingerless gloves, a black open vest, greenish grey shirt and pants, and a red and brown bandana. He was going so fast, it seemed like he would run over the girl, and he would have actually if he hadn't stopped day dreaming at the last second to see her in his head lights. He would turn his back and slide trying to slow down as quickly as possible while leaning until the back came to a halt. He would push himself and his back up straight and let out a rather deeeeep breath.

"Whoaaaa now... Why the hell are you just walking in the middle of the street? You could have been killed you know!"

He wasn't very polite nor was he very happy at the moment. He didn't care to pick little girl parts out of his tires and have to clean the bike of blood. He wasn't really worried for her sake, but his back was most precious to him. He left the light on, lighting up a general store across from his bike, closed and barred down for the night. He stood there waiting for an answer, he almost demanded it.

Aura squinted into the lights as the motorcycle came speeding her way. A normal person with common sense would have gotten out of the road, but instead the girl stood firm, curling the metallic fingers of her glove into the palm of her right hand, making a fist with it, while raising her left hand to shield her eyes from the glare.

When the Harley came to a stop, Aura tried to hide the surprise of running into her target so quickly, but she was certain she failed to keep her eyes from widening. The words the man - who out weighed her by at least 150lbs - was saying barely registered as alarms were going off in Aura's head.

Attack! Attack! Destroy!

Lowering her arm, Aura stood tall and puffed out her chest defiantly, but it was hard to be taken seriously, let alone be intimidating, at 5'7. Her slender body looked like it hadn't fully filled out during her progression into adulthood, and her black hair, cut at shoulder length, furthered the pale skinned girl's childish appearance. Her clothes were what looked like a black leather jacket that had long sleeves, but would expose her midriff if she wasn't wearing a thick black shirt underneath, and black denim jeans with western-style chaps and a white belt. Quite ordinary, except her boots had external metal plating around the toe and heel, and her gloves made her hands look like they belonged to a cyborg.

"I... Y-..You will be..", she said weakly. Did she forget how to talk, too? The words caught in her throat as if she were trying to confess her love.

Don't speak. Just kill.

"I... You... Will be what? Is stuttering all that you can do?... Well I guess I would be in awe and stuttering too if I had almost been hit by a ton of roaring machine."

Jones stared at her. She looked young, very pale, and as if she sported some machinary herself. Though he did not put 2 and 2 together in that instance, he just put it off to the latest fashion that kids had going these days. Jones then looked around. Everything was eerily quiet and devoid of life. No one was on the streets, walking down the side walks, and none of the stores seemed to be busy. It gave him the chills, wondering why this was so. He preferred the noise, especially the noise when riding. That's exactly what he wanted to do right now, get back to riding. He looked back to the girl and gave her a look as if to say are you going to just stand there? If she did not move, he would break the silence and bring voice to his thoughts.

"Well... You gonna move out of the way or what? I'd like to get back on the road. I don't really have time to baby sit a kid right now."

Jones turned his bike to face her then hopped back on it. It was turned off at that moment and so was the light. He was going to wait a few moments to see if he would move before he cranked his bike up. Jones wasn't very nice, then again, he didn't know he was being targeted so it didn't really matter. He seemed to be all bronze and no brains, and especially no manners, almost like a person belonging to a biker gang. He was actually military, and very good at his job. He did work everywhere, and traveled a lot between bases and jobs. He was in fact on his way to another job right this moment.

Aura didn't seem concerned with being mocked as she was. Instead she clutched her throat, wondering why it was so tight. Her mouth felt dry, too. She wanted a drink, but even more, she wanted time to sit and gather her thoughts, however she felt that denying her mission would bring about dire consequences.
Like what?
Trying to bring herself to consider that question brought about a foreboding feeling.

While Jones looked around, Aura brought her hands in front of her. Looking down at them, she watched as ghostly claws extended from her armored finger tips. To dispose of her target's vehicle, his method of escape, she needed these phantom weapons, although before thinking this, she didn't even know she had such an ability. It was as though she was reminded as it became necessary. She also suddenly knew how to use them, and swiped her hands in a random looking pattern. As she willed it, the smokey claws elongated and passed through the motorcycle several times, working their magic as silent as the wind. By the time Jones turned to look at her again, Aura had already finished.

"Yasha Senkū. Yasha's Empty Flash." Aura muttered to herself as the claws faded away. Shortly after using the technique, which had the ability to cut through most inanimate objects with ease, she remembered the name it was given. The same name that was once given to a Sword Magic spell. "From the grave.."

Aura raised her head when she noticed Jones was talking to her again. He certainly was an impatient man. Too bad he wouldn't be going anywhere, for when he'd start turning his bike, the entire thing would begin to fall apart. Aura's claws had cut it to pieces.

"You will be destroyed." she finally said clearly.

Clink clank and smoke. Jones' bike had fallen apart into pieces in front of him. All he had left was the handlebars that sit in his hands being gripped tightly. His grip growing ever so stronger as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. A million things went through his head at that moment. How the hell, what the hell, why the hell, but most importantly. "MY BIKE!!!!" He seemed to stare blankly until he had squeeze so hard the handle bars had flattened. Made of thick solid steel, it was obvious he was mad. Quickly his features darkened as rage overtook him completely. Without thinking, he raised the squashed handle bars and tossed them at the girl. It wasn't much of a toss though, more like a missile as it zoomed at her like a bullet poised to smack the shit out of her.

"You will be destroyed"

At that time Jones smirked. Another one of those mercenaries hired to kill him perhaps? Maybe some lackey, or even the boss herself trying to take out a potential high level threat? Jones was used to this kind of thing, and it always ended the same. This time was different though. His precious bike was destroyed. There was no other reason needed for this to become deadly serious. At that time, Jones just grinned, which turned into a wide eyed fanatical glare as his right hand began to glow. Within a moment it traveled up his arm causing his veins to bulge. Raising his arm, he slammed his fist into the pavement below. A small crater formed, then grew into a larger, then large crater until a hole filled with cracks formed 6 feet around. The ground began to shake, at first slightly, then growing every moment until it would be too hard for most people to stand on their own. Cracks began to form in the ground all around them. Nothing big but still obvious. The shaking came to a point right underneath the girl as from below here the very earth upheaved and shot up at her to break through the pavement in a massive square pillar that shot out so fast it threatened to slam into her and lay her flat against it as it shot up into he sky 20 feet and stopping abruptly as if to launch her off.

"Earths mighty upheaval"

Jones watched to see how his opponent would handle this turn of events. He had a look of anger, sadness, and disbelief as he was still jonesing over his bike.

"You'll pay for that. If I have to beat it out of you."