[h3]Mary | Eidolic Cairn[/h3]

Mary carefully circled around the rocky center of the ruins, hoping like hell the demon girl hadn't spotted her. Her movements mimicked Nero, crouched behind columns and broken walls to find the perfect position. She had to be careful not to alert-

[color=dodgerblue]"Hey there, Beelzebitch!" [/color]

Mary's head whipped around to the voice, a scowl on her face. She saw an old man, hopping across with some sort of portal magic. She face palmed, but stayed quiet. If he survived, she'd get him medical attention later. For now, he'd have to suffer for his stupid move. But somehow yet another person was foolish enough to make an attempt at her life, this time a robot. Weren't robots supposed to be smart and purely logical? A chip in him must've malfunctioned. The woman defended herself with ease, making quips all the while. But something other than her quip caught Mary.

[color=ed145b]"A civil demon will defend the world against a foulmouthed human."[/color]

Mary gave Nero a look of confusion before quickly switching her focus back on the action. Just quick enough to catch the demon destroy a significant amount of floating rocks. Did she not want to fight? Everyone quickly lowered their weapons. Slightly. It appears reason would prevail. For a second at least. She really wasn't impressed with Gilgamesh's operatives. They seemed so impressive at first glance, but... The DHO too. Had one of these agents really taken down the old Order? Mary would chock the victory up to Nero. Though he was a loner, he was smart, could be levelheaded, and fairly attractive. Mary followed him towards Gomory, as he directed the attention to himself. He, like a rational person,  wanted to talk this out, but wasn't ruling out violence.

Suddenly, gunshots rang through the air, most whizzing by her boss and the demon. A cursory glance told you all you needed to know. A gruff looking man in his 40s, holding weaponry and some outdated technology. He commended them with all the respect of a used up dish rag, especially using literally the exact same line as that other guy. In fact they seemed pretty similar, down to their stupidity. Mary normally didn't get that angry at stuff like this. But this was the fate of the world and everybody was acting like... like idiots!

[color=f6989d]"I'm very sorry mister old man..."[/color] Mary began, a glint of anger apparent on her blank face. [color=f6989d]"But if you want a fight..."[/color] She began walking towards him now, hand gripping on one of her swords; she didn't even bother checking which, but the handle felt like the Burial Suit. She ran her hands up and down on the wrap that covered the handle. [color=f6989d]"Than please. Fight me instead."[/color] With that, she dashed in his direction, sword in hand. Hopefully while she was dealing with this annoyance, Nero could work out the issues with the demon.