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Ryoga dived out from behind the rock and shot taking out a Renegade with a headshot and another with a shoulder shot that caused it to spin around before hittig the ground. "Hurry the ******** up, I can't hold off this many for long." He said as he got shot in his hand and dropped the rifle. "Damn." He said as he dived back behind the boulder and pulled out his katanas. "Call my base and tell them if I don't make it." He said as he charged out from behind the boulder and charged at the closest Renegade and stabbed him in the chest. "s**t." The renegade said as he spit up a bunch of blood.

Ryoga ripped the sword out of the Renegades side sending blood everywhere. He charged at the closest Renegade and sliced off its head, as his eyes turned red as he began to lust for blood. "Die you bastards." He shouted as he sliced up the Renegades, until he got shot in his side and fell to his knees as he coughed up some blood. "Damn." He said as his eyes changed back to there blue-grey color.

Ryoga pusheed himself up with his katana, only to get shot in his left leg and to fall back on the ground. "Damn...." He said as he winced on the ground from the pain and noticed a Renegade body near him, so he pulled it close and sucked it dry and regenerating slightly. At least enough for him to stand up and fight, but now he was angry and had a powerful blood thirst. He charged quicker then earlier as his nails grew sharp and long and he sliced a bunch of Renegades in the chest and face.

Kaelot sighed. 'ah well, i might aswell go for a flight over the desert. who know., i might see the fighting.' she checked her sword was strapped to her side and her gun in the hip-holster, then launched off the roof. she flapped her wings, and lifted off. catching a thermal, she drifted out across the desert, her black clothing camouflaging her, although if someone looked closely, they might notice a shape drifting across the stars. she saw down below a battle, against what seemed to be renegades, although she couldn't tell who the other side was. she looked at her bracelets, and let herself drifted down, until she was a few-hundred feet above the battle, then hovered, her wings sweeping majestically, and concealed herself near some low clouds.

The sword distracted her for a moment, but the bullet only grazed her shoulder. she swore violently. 'okay, he might not be a renegade, but i swear he will pay for that!' as she thought this the two bracelets seemed to melt down and creep along her arms, becoming shoulder-length gloves.
she drew her sword in the white and red hand and her gun in the black and green one, and fired off a few shots, just making him out in the moonlight. she stretched out her wings and swooped down at him, noting a small amount of blood trickling down her arm from his shot.
she noticed a renegade and shot him in the head, then she had landed and there was another one, she sliced one's arm off, then shot him in the chest, and forgot about the other man completely. there were too many people here to get lift off, and her wings had blood staining them, meaning if she did have enough space to lift off they wouldn't work fully.

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The tiny body knelt hidden in the shadows, deep violet eyes staring out from the darkness at the battle taking place, dark purple hued, cat-like ears swivelling forward to try and catch all the sound. A loose white t-shirt hung loosely over a small, feminine body, a long dark tail flipping back and forth impatiently as he watched Renegade after Renegade fall. Useless... he thought to himself, slowly growing more and more irritated. Finally, he growled quietly to himself and touched a small, clawed hand to the earpiece and mic he was wearing. "You guys are done, fall back." He murmured quietly, his voice soft and clear, just as feminine as his body. He shifted slightly in his position as he heard a few protests, his torn denim jeans slightly dusty from the ground and his black laced boots somewhat uncomfortable because of how long he'd been hiding here, but he hissed at them warningly as the obeyed. "Retreat!!" Came the bellowed call of one of the Renegade fighters, and imediately, the entire group fell back as quickly as they could, trying to get away before they could be punished for disobedience, or stabbed from behind. As he watched them leave, the young boy moved from his position and leapt nimbly up and around to the back of a large dune, perfectly silent and poised like a feline, slitted eyes watching from where he continued to remain out of sight.

Seeing that most of the Renegades had managed to escape, the little boy slipped back down silently off of the dune, then hurried his way back and around, through a shallow ditch that circled around and out onto where the battle had taken place. Then he glanced out, making sure that no one could see him before he pulled out his dagger and flipped it open, the polished silvery blade sending a reflection dancing across the sandy ground. The next moment, without even a flinch, the boy plunged the dagger into his own side, making it look as if someone else had done it. Then he quickly felt into his mana stores and streamed some out into his arm, and then into the handle of the knife, warping the fingerprints he'd left on it before burying it carefully in the sand. Then his expression changed, became pained, terrified, with tear-filled eyes befitting a frightened child. Then he stood shakily and stumbled out of the ditch trembling badly and clutching at the bleeding wound in his side. "M-Mister...th-they...they gone?" He stammered at the militant captain, looking for all the world like some lost, terrified little boy, which was of course exactly the way it was supposed to be.