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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 5, 2014 4:52:58 GMT
Kiriha was panting on the ground. His chest armor had a claw mark through it, but fortunately he wasn't bleeding. He didn't have to worry about his body, but he would have to keep range. But he sucked as a fighter, range was his friend with his blaster weapon. He picked up his arm, lifting the large cannon-like blaster.
Three others were still firing, while two others were on the ground. The Fangire was draining the life out of one more ZECTrooper whom it had slain, ignoring the fire of the other three. The prey was more important to it.
Kiriha lifted his weapon and started to fire, trying to focus his firepower on a single spot, but it wasn't working too well. The Fangire kept feeding, ignoring them.
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 5, 2014 4:56:59 GMT
The side of the Fangire sparks as some different rounds add themselves into the mix, and its sent staggering back. A white armored Rider appears, slashing at it fiercely and with a battle cry, much like her father did, quickly forcing it on the defensive. The troopers needed to take this opportunity to regroup.
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 5, 2014 5:02:06 GMT
One of the troopers began to shout orders to the others. Kiriha ignored them and dropped his weapon. He ran to one of the downed troopers and started to do his actual job as a field medic. If a Rider was here, then he should be fine abandoning his weapon and doing this.
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 5, 2014 5:13:36 GMT
The Fangire would recover its senses easily enough and begin slashing back, the Aegis shield taking each one. She was focused on defending and keeping its attention that twin fangs which appeared above her weren't immediately visible.
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 5, 2014 5:15:04 GMT
Kiriha was satisfied he was going to be ok. He moved to the other downed soldier as the third came to his feet and started to fire. This man was bleeding heavily, so Kiriha tore at his armor and tried to get at the wound. It wasn't going well.
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 5, 2014 5:26:40 GMT
She hears the shots and looks up to see the energy fangs dissipate. Her troopers had saved her again. Well, these were ZecTroopers, but she didn't really care about differences.
Being saved spurred her into action as she battered and pummeled the Fangire with several shield hits, and several sword hits, followed by a kick that sent them to the ground. Sheathing her sword, she sliced the melon once.
"Melon Squash!"
Squaring her legs, she jumps up and delivers her Rider Kick spot on to the Fangire, destroying it and causing its soul to fly away.
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 5, 2014 14:51:12 GMT
Kiriha finally got through the man's armor and was doing all he could to stop the bleeding and patch him up. He worked quickly, not even realizing the Fangire had been destroyed. As soon as he was satisfied, he rose to see what had happened and to check on the status of the others.
Once he realized it was destroyed, he crouched back down and began to work more closely on the wounds.
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 5, 2014 18:20:39 GMT
The armored Rider turns and walks over, checking in with each trooper to see if they were okay. With a gentle pat on the shoulder, she'd presumably reassure their morale. Then, she knelt down near where Kiriha was, giving him enough room to work as one hand hovered near her belt. "How is he?" a gentle, disembodied voice would give, almost like an angel's voice.
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 5, 2014 21:49:57 GMT
"He's fine," Kiriha said, "I feared he might be internally bleeding, but it doesn't seem to be so. He would do best to have a stretcher take him back to headquarters, however," he finished. He turned to look at the Rider, "Thank you for saving us."
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 5, 2014 23:11:41 GMT
The Rider nodded, gesturing for troopers to come over, and at Kiriha's direction, load the wounded man onto a stretcher. "I've arranged for transport to come. We'll need to walk him up to the nearby road." She gave, looking back to him. Maintaining her armor for now, in case she needed to help with something, or protect them further. "Thank you for not giving up on them." she replied softly, nodding her head to him as they traveled towards the road.
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 5, 2014 23:18:43 GMT
"I couldn't," he told her as he walked, "I swore an oath to help my patients. I'm not much of a fighter, but I am this group's field medic. I will do everything I can for each one of them. I wouldn't give up unless the situation was hopeless and I could do nothing but relieve the pain."
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 6, 2014 0:04:19 GMT
"I won't give up on you all either." The Rider gave with a nod. "I care more about the people under me than I do intangible things. Have to save all that I can. My father taught me that."
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 6, 2014 0:08:27 GMT
"Your father sounds like a good man," Kiriha said, "But I'd hope you wouldn't try to save us, if innocent lives were the alternative," he commented. He wasn't sure when he might be saying too much, but he wanted to get that point out.
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 6, 2014 4:00:58 GMT
"I'll make the decision I deem necessary at the time. The consequences of it, will be on me." Natsumi was not one to shirk responsibility. Another trait like her father's. For now, they arrive at the transport, and the wounded man is loaded up. Since they were there, she folds up the Melon Lockseed, her form shimmering as she returns to normal, being in a black suit with skirted version, having taken that particular idea from one of her father's old colleagues.
"Natsumi Kureshima." She introduced to him. "Armored Rider Zangetsu."
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 6, 2014 4:04:42 GMT
"Armored Rider," Kiriha said, "I haven't heard that before. Read about it, yes, but never actually heard it," he told her, "Kureshima?" he asked, just realizing that, "You're...you're the daughter of Kureshima Takatora, I take it?" he asked, shocked, making an assumption. Takatora was one of URSA's heads, after all, and seeing who he presumed to be that man's daughter in the field was shocking.
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