@animuras
A trail of eviscerated monsters and blood led down to where a wire was waiting for Eto to slice it through. Despite the red that had stained both her kagune and attire, she surged forward to tear it up so that she could move on to another hole. Yet, before she or her kagune could reach the cable itself, Eto took note of a noise behind her. She jumped forward, away from the cable, in order to both pivot herself around and to avoid the attack aimed at her.
The scent of blood did not completely overpower the stench of a clown, and Eto immediately knew who it was that took aim at her. She grimaced, her face twisting into an ugly expression as the sight of Furuta Nimura became evermore clear.
Of course, she thought, of fucking course.
“Why am I not surprised...?” She hissed, her anger boiling just below her skin; yet, she made no evident of hiding her feelings in neither her tone or expression.
He was certainly not here to assist her (or anyone else) in cutting these wires, so there were only two reasons why Furuta would be here. Eto hated both of them, perhaps as much as she did Furuta himself.
“Get out of the way.”
That would be the only warning, if one could even dub her words as such, that she would give. Should he do anything other than leave her sight, Eto was quite obviously prepared to retaliate, and clearly had no problem with doing so.