[center][b]METALLICA WEAPON - SONODA YUKA[/b][/center]

The automaton's pursuit of her was much like that of an excitable young pup chasing after a stick its master had pelted far into the distance. Truly a simple machine then, if it displayed such zeal in its attempts at bringing her down. Had she not been its prey, the warrior known only by the designation of Metallica Weapon would have expressed praise for the great tenacity that had been programmed into the subroutines of the missile-bearing armour. Or was it a being like her, enraptured in the armour of a mighty titan to do battle against all that opposed it? Whatever the truth was, there was still one constant that she understood; that to fall against this foe, to be struck down without destroying every single mote of the horrible organisation known as Cerebral Intelligentsia, would be a dishonour against the name of Sonoda Yuka. It would be a dishonour to the vow of justice she had sworn to the dying girl, to the heavens that encircled their world.

She had no intention of wasting her efforts upon combating this insignificant foe when her true enemies lay out there, seeking to eradicate the society that she was to protect. As such, there was only one action that Metallica Weapon could undertake! One action that was working out surprisingly well for her so far! That was to run!

>It shall be the Bard himself to guide my way today. For I shall now become the "winter wind"!

The wind that froze all in its tracks.

She swung her arm out, a sheer gale of air swinging back to utterly encapsulate the missiles. To destroy them here, so close to the ground and in a residential area, was tantamount to insanity! Metallica Weapon could not allow citizens and the earth to come to harm! Instead, the wind simply kept the missiles rotating in the air, preventing them from fulfilling their duties to home in on the warrior's heat signal and allowing her feet to continue to carry her rapidly away from the flying robot.

But that was not all!

People scrambled out of the way as Metallica Weapon burst into a busy market street, weaving her way through the crowds with great agility. It seemed as if her pursuer was intent on only harming her, and it was through this hypothesis that she sought to ensure the safety of all the people who concealed her as they did their weekly shopping. The Tokyo metropolitan area of the early 21st century had contained a population of 31 million citizens! Here and now, even an armoured warrior like her could be concealed in the crowds. She would be merely a glint of steel from the air, and whatever other sensory abilities her pursuer could have utilised, those such as radar or sonar were dependent on the bouncing back of radio waves or sound waves from the object they sought to find! In these crowds, everything would bounce!

>And now, the sacrifice that I must make!

She dropped to the floor, rolling underneath a market stool with stealth and precision. Crowds swarmed around it, going by their day to day business in their shopping.

Twenty metres away, the high schooler known as Sonoda Yuka appeared to be admiring some cheap jewelry sold by a street peddler.