Having braced and readied himself for a third and hopefully final round with the 'Insectdriod', Dirge found himself standing upright and relaxing prior to blinking in disbelief beneath
his mask. Attentively, he watched as his opponent suddenly lost control and slammed into several cars and signs, causing them to sprawl into the street and further add to the chaotic scene. As it fired off a random series of shots in a panic, the vigilante*was forced to side-step a blast before tackling a middle aged woman out of the trajectory of another beam. Though she imediately clung to him out of fear, he was quick to discard her and push himself back onto his feet. It wasn't until a dark skinned girl looking to be about his age spoke, that he was able to put together what had just took place. Though angered at the result of her actions, Avis knew that she*was correct,*thus once again readied his blade.*
Once within a meter of the Insectdriod, Avis ducked, bobbed and weaved around it's frantic limbs before finally raising his arms. Activating the vibration function of his blade as he brought it down upon the hand canon, Dirge then continued to move. Juking and shuffling around it as he expertly sliced through it's joints as to leave it crippled but still active. With a sigh, Dirge continued to looked towards the girl, spotting his gun on the way, and began to move towards her. Brushing away the mass of questions littering his brain as he begun a angery tirade.
"The hell are you trying to do??!! Get someone killed?!!" He lowered his voice as he drew closer and holstered his pistol. Briefly pausing at a thought as he considered the girl before him, and whether or not she could be trusted. It was evident she had some sort of powers, but until he could decifer her motives, he would have to play it safe. Hence, it was only after a sigh, that he continued. "Dirge, thanks for the... save. But maybe next time, a little more restraint?" With his sword, Avis pointed to another of the attackers. Implying that it would be his next target. "Care to dance?" With his voice distorted by his mask's venting system, his words held a near robotic tone. While she wouldn't be able to see it, he smiled at her as he bowed and offered his free hand in a gentlemanly way.*