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Baffled, Angel watched as the female viking appeared to dash upon hearing his partner's "call", her direction leading right towards the projected trajectory of the Chrono's direction. The Crimson Asylum unable to fathom the urgency, merely shrugged it off as some 'Nordic tradition' to go rampantly charging upon hearing a cry to war. The thought of his partner being in any imminent danger not even crossing his mind, the only time Rena ever lost in 'hide and seek' was when she deliberately wished to be found.

"This mission has become more troublesome than I bargained for," Angel contemplated as his finger tips gently tapped the metallic frame of his spectacles. "Classified information is being siphoned, prototype weaponry is being smuggled. Its a distraction...." The rhythmic taps suddenly stopped as silence appeared to be XIII's counsel.

"The Forsaken Kings, they are not partnered but being manipulated by the real puppeteer. We are being stalled.......of course....." Angel's gaze lazily switched towards the corner, his hands calmly retreating into the pockets of his overcoat.

"Cirque du folie has arrived in Vegas?" The Crimson Asylum inquired casually, his candour almost amusing.

"Yes they have, but you don't need to worry about them. Once we get rid of you Asylums....the Circus is next." A silhouette stood shrouded by the darkness, observing XIII from a corner. His footsteps slowly drawing near enough for him to be distinguished as a member of the Forsaken Kings. All of them possessed one quality which served as a means to identify their faction, they all branded claymores that radiated in a transcendent glow.

"My comrades have already located your partner, Lost Number. She must have had a death wish advertising her position the way she did," the King continued, his blade leaning against his shoulder as he slowly circled his prey.

"Advertising that is an interesting choice of words...."Angel replied, retaining his casual satirical demeanor. "It is also accurate, she advertised her position so that you come to her. We don't waste our time by hunting rodents." Despite the casual tone, the cruelty of these words pulsed with the stress of each syllable.

The face of the King contorted with rage, his gaze vehemently fixated at the Asylum in front of him. His cracked lips soured and slowly parting for him to spit out his rancour. "It is too bad you are going to die, I wish you could have lived to see what we are going to do with you tender little partner. We won't kill her...oh no, we will keep her very much alive. She will be fully conscious to see and feel all that we do to her. I will be sure you hear her screams all the way down to hell, that is where you are going."

With that said, the solider instantly charged towards the Asylum with his blade tightly clenched. The sword radiated a brilliant red, flames slowly manifested and danced around the edges, slithering across his body as the alchemist rushed, intending to plough through XIII, searing him.

"It has been a while," Angel mused, his gaze locked onto the rampant fool that came stampeding his way. "Since I have felt this....." As he spoke the crimson coat that he wore appeared to writhe and boil, an uncanny movement. The fabric appeared to thicken and melt, as if blood boiling and dripping to the ground only to submerge with the coat.

"Ah yes....this is rage"

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"This is so boring, so boring!" The little Chrono kicked a tin can, irked at the fact her pouts were going unnoticed. "Where is everyone, I screamed so loud I am sure they heard me. Boo this is no fun," Rena complained as she continued to kick the can and follow it.

"Complaining.... is ineffective," a cold and mechanical tone echoed, chiding Rena and her immaturity.

"I don' care....its better than talking to you...you are mean and stupid!" Rena replied, clearly throwing a childish tantrum at being reprimanded by her other half.

"The probability....of us....locating the source....from following a tine can....is negligible," Rin responded in a monotone.

"Why don't you give me a figure huh, huh? How many zero's does it have?" Rena retorted, her tongue sticking out of her mouth in a futile means of mocking her own self.

"This kid is crazy, you sure she is the Chrono?" One of the Forsaken spoke, clearly confused as the rumours of Princess Massacre were quite contradictory to this little girl who appeared to be talking to an imaginary friend.

"Shut up, regardless we need to take her out, boss's orders. We are lucky the stupid brat announced her location, the bitch is already surrounded. We have alchemists positioned all across this area but luckily we are nearest to her, we may even get a bonus if we kill a Chrono all by ourselves, heck they may induct us in the council!" His partner whispered, an expression of exuberance on his face as both clenched their blades in order to attack the Chrono who was mere feet away.

"Hey brother...."

"What? We need to be focused here damn it!"

"I can't hear the sound of the tin can...."

"Oh shit!" The alchemist shouted, both of them turning around only to be staring at the muzzle of the Chrono's pistols.

"Nighty night!" The prodigy chirped innocently before pulling the triggers, leaving the two bodies with anti alchemic rounds buried in their skulls.

"Yay two down, two down!" Rena clapped happily while twirling, however as soon as her little victory dance finished the child found herself staring at nearly a dozen reinforcements.

"Ooh poopie!"

That is all the little Chrono could say before a massive explosion appeared to ignite the tunnel

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