Sword to the Future
His blade was freed of its hilt as he felt the presence draw closer, one nearly as cold and destructive as his own. A construct of destruction that sought the end of the world without mercy; Murakumo Unit 12. The faceless mask met the steel gaze of the female machination, weapons ready and bared…
"The true inheritor…"
There was a tone of disgust in his voice as he spoke the Murakumo’s name, the machine made for dark purposes by the hands of madmen. She was a creation of Chaos, and as such, she was naturally against him and vice versa. Initially, she was not the opponent he was concerned with - for she was not even meant to exist - but the future was now clouded in darkness because of her presence in this world. He couldn’t risk such distortion.
"Yes, for the destruction of all those who threaten the balance of this world, your masters and their vile plots. Stand aside, doll. No creation of my enemies will stop me."
It wasn't that she didn't pick up his tone, she picked it up to clearly. Her blue eyes continued to narrowed down at the white knight as she raised her hand, readying herself as she listened to him talk. Truly, the two were complete opposites.
"Vile plots?" She raised her head and continued to glare at Hakumen from a distance. Her voice deepening as she asked him but one single question.
"What makes you the judge of that?" It wasn't like she was the judge of what is right or what is wrong. No, she does not care for their plans. All she wanted was the destruction of the world and herself. Shutting her eyes, the God Slayer brought down her sword and transformed into her armor and summoned the steins. Soon to commence combat with the sacred treasure known as Susanooh.
"Susanooh, you are a hindrance." She growled as the steins revved up as her fists clenched together. "This world is not worth your protection!"
