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As the battle on top of the steel-clad Titan named Elicitor raged on it became more and more clear. Despite countless deaths on all three sides and the never ceasing reinforcement making it hard to tell who held the advantage, it became apparent. Fodder was fodder, the pseudo-gods battled amongst each other, and in-between were victims like Suyiketsu - not weak enough to just die like that but by no means possessing the power to challenge a god ... yet.

Despite only having fought in sparing matches up until now the Oni held herself rather well. Stained in the blood of angels and human as well as the oil of Machina, she managed to avoid any too serious injury while her petty regeneration took care of the rest. With the exception of her left hand, which was covered in countless smaller and deeper wounds thanks to her tendency to openly parry weapons with them just to simply crush them with pure strength, overall, the Oni Princess, no, King, wasn't in too much of a bad shape.

Still, despite knowing she did not have to fear death inside the Nexus, as Rufus told her, something about this situation was just off. Suyi couldn't quite tell, or maybe she was in simple denial. It just made no sense. All these years she had spend in a civilized manner nurtured through peace couldn't have been for nothing. So why, just why was she standing here butchering those weaker than her with a satisfied grin on her face? Taking even more pleasure in the despair of those that begged for mercy, defenseless on the ground. Long had she forgotten about why she even participated here in the first place, long had she stopped to look for the steel-winged angel when she looked up in the sky trying to avoid divine retribution.

No.
The Oni King simply enjoyed the slaughter. Driven by the most truthful and basics of demonic instincts she was like a freed prisoner, jailed away for centuries just to witness a whole new world. Still, despite all this, there was a little bit of hope left. A small strand of common sense that barely told her to NOT engage those above her just out of pure battle-lust. After all, her initial goal was to proof herself to those she would probably call comrades in the battles to come, and despite death not being a real threat she would have been taken out of commission anyways. Just cannon-fodder like those around her.

It was then that it happened. A ray of hope. A shaking fortress ready to burry itself underground. A heart thirsting for blood strangled by vile magic. Suyi stopped.

"...?" It was now or never. Having been granted a moment of peace, long enough to make her think of an eternity, her brain started to work.

It was wrong. But it felt so good. It wasn't supposed to go like that. But it was better that way. She didn't want it to be true. So she made up lies. She wasn't such a monster. She was fated to be worse.

The pleasured smile faded, replaced by a calm, blood-drenched, poker face that didn't seem to be disturbed in the least. Suyi's mind wasn't finished yet. Having made up enough excuses quickly reflected upon the wrongdoings she just committed. The Oni Princess knew she had no time to just be dumb footed like that.

She came here with clear intentions. And now, with the Elicitor trying to escape through the protection of the very earth the situation had changed. Only a few were still fighting on top of the deck. Others trying to flee some bloody rain of doom either through simply getting inside one of the few forced-open entries or just trying to escape the battle in general. Fleeing like they cowards they were. For Suyi, however, this chance was godsend. Never did she plan to spend her entire time butchering fodder. No, Suyiketsu initially planned to make herself her own entrance inside this ship, using her superior Oni strength, but never got to do so thanks to the countless angels, machines and backstabbing demons that she luckily haven't encountered too many yet. Now, however, nobody paid any attention to her, and she was able to do as she pleased.

*Clank*
*Clank*
*Clank*

The weakened metal started to bend.

*Clank*

It was a duet.

*Clank*

A duet between the mud-digging sounds of the Elicitor and her metal bending fists.

*Clank*

And then, after way too many punches, the metal finally yielded, opening yet another entrance, brought forth through her own power - special to her. And thus, the girl, like many others, submerged into the inner workings of the Machina Weapon.

Even inside, fighting was still happening, periodically meeting new, weak, challengers that tested her newfound resolve each time her blade struck them down. Suyi wouldn't succumb to the inner beast inside her again. No, this time, she knew what she wanted to do. Hurrying along the halls - sadly without any clue of direction - all she had to find was this apparent super weapon. That way, the Oni Princess was sure to get the recognition she didn't deserve, but needed.
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