".....Wait a minute. He's a good guy?"]
"Dang. Those ninjas are petty stylish too."
"Man I just wanna go home."
The people peered onto the pair with a combination of confusion, curiosity and likely disgust. As she reached up to wrap his arms around him. A moment of vulnerability as little else seemed to exist for that moment. Someone probably could just shot him in the head and removed his mental faculties. Every alarm should be going off in his head that this was not right. That he could not afford to allow his guard to go down. His muscles relaxed, his eyes closed and he heard Sitri's heartbeat alone. The sword in his hand held but resting flat upon the ground. At ease. The others could say as they wish. Think as they wish. So long as what they thought did not maks them into monsters.
He wraps on arm around her, leaning forward he hunches down to meet her. The body relaxes almost too much. Feeling too comfortable in her arms. He leans onto her shoulder.
"You are crazy."
He retorts. Sometimes, it terrified him just how little regard Sitri gave for her own life. From sparring with him despite the loss of her demonic powers to wandering head first into a brawl between a vampire and a superhuman. Yet he did not cave her head that day. She did not get struck by the steely skinned woman and reduced to a wet smear on the ground. And he did not drink her dry.
Miracle after miracle. Just how many do you have?
He sighs just in time to receive a prompt kiss upon the cheek. A minor shockwave of pleasant sensations went through him. Already he could tell the kinds of things running through her head. But now was not the time for that. Aside from the fact that his mouth was filthy
from lapping up the blood in the cabin -- there was one of two things he could be doing right now. Protecting her as was his original job was. And it seemed Sitri did not fail to remind him why he hunted. Why he had goals. Why he had a list.
As she let go, rationale returned. He ceased leaning on her. The man cracks something of a smile upon what was both a joke and a suggestion. This train was clear. And any opportunists among the passengers could be warded off by the gun she held. He pats the gun -- his hand resting over her own a moment.
"Please stay safe."
He stands upright, the sound of the sword's tip subtlety scraping along the ground as he rises heard. "Orange juice, right?"
Another smile at that inside joke. Two cracks. The popping of air between the vertabrae as he rolls his neck. Eyes forward.
Perhaps one would be damaged after such a brawl as that. But Septimus was one who grew as his enemies fell before him and allowed him to drink. That was always how it worked during the war. Night time was his time to cut down the armies set forth before him. The more canon fodder they sent the worse it got. And then the others would cover for him as the day approached and came.
The woman he faced was not canon fodder. But she bled like a pig and passed out. And her strength would become his own.
The man behind him in plain clothes addressed him. "Yes. Let's go."
He said simply. The sooner they move the better.
He walked forward and the crowd parted around him as they all began to fill up the train evenly. The front door opened and the noise of the wheels roared through the room. A single chain on each side stood between a passenger and falling off onto the rails. An unstable platform leading to the car in front of him.
He simply jumps, quickly grabbing the top of the ladder and yanks himself to the top.
Ah. Open air. Just like the old times.
There he sees a few fights already having it made it to the top. Ears twitch and even over the thunderous rails he can hear the mass of beating hearts. Hears yelling and screaming for the car just ahead. Smell the blood. It wasn't a blood bath. But something was amiss. Enhanced hearing lead to a rhythmic tune which now, ended.
Most prominently, a man in a spider-costume danced in front of him with a woman clad in all green. Shooting webs everywhere in an effort to stop the train. A noble effort. But it needed more. "I have a plan. Go to the front and try to work the emergency stop. Perhaps it will work in tandem with the webbing. I'll give you an opening past her. But you will be on your own after that."
He hoped the man understood the plan well enough. As it stood, there did still rest the one in l green and the metal cyclone at the end.
He moved far too quickly for questions.
The world came to a crawl. He devoured the distance in less then a moment. Blade poised defensively to eat one of her explosive hits as his palm would go out to strike hard enough to go through a brick wall. Whether or not it broke her spine or collided with her abdomen to launch her a car over did not seem to matter to him. The only reason he hadn't sought to slice her in half was that he didn't want to eat a hit that loud right away.
"You seem as though you could use a new dance partner."
Banter was easier when one didn't have to breath.