[h1][center]13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi- Heated Battle[/center][/h1]

Relius frowned as his attack failed to connect head-on, rolling backwards as he hit the ground. The delinquent, it seemed, was a lot more that he put on airs about. Self-repairing clothing, too...? Hrm. Interesting, but not particularly noteworthy. Those Murakumo units, though? Those could be worth examining. Hopefully, Arakune would be able to stall them long enough to finish combat here.

"Claws? Well, I won't deny that I use them often, but they're not the [i]only[/i] tool in my arsenal," he stated, watching as the boy began to mutate his arms into some sort of... Monstrosity...?

"Huh. Maybe this little detour was worth it in the end. The question here, though, is if I can sample you..."

At his behest, Ignis moved over to his side just as the tentacles spurted from the ground. The puppet threw Relius into the air just as the spears emerged, the attack itself penetrating through Ignis' body in various places. Relius, for the most part, seemed unimpressed.

"Hrmph. I guess you have some strength," he shrugged, unimpressed as he landed gracefully next to Ignis before recalling her and turning to face the giant ogre-like man, sighed.

"I'm impressed. Not even the slightest of manners? You arrive late and declare your intent to kill? Well, at the very least you [i]did[/i] give me your name, which is better than nothing. Though... This battlefield is becoming a tad too crowded for my tastes. I might just decide to make my exit soon, anyhow."

Arakune, on the other hand, was having absolutely bottom-of-the-barrel luck with its fight. Though one of the girls seemed to have taken some recoil damage from his attack, the others seemed to be mostly unharmed.

And there seemed to be three concentrated attacks coming its way.

In order to minimize the total damage, Arakune opted to jump face-first at Hibiki and her rocket-powered fist in another attempt to spirit the girl away into... Whatever the hell space was inside of Arakune. If worst came to worst, then at least it'd be plastered against the fist and dodge the blade and lasers for fear of friendly fire.